Day and night tour

Chapter 221 Three-Headed Stone Buddha
"Those ferocious beasts are members of your Tattoo Tree Clan?"

Zhou Xuan also looked outside the town gate. It was a little dark at this time and he could vaguely see a few red eyes.

The ferocious look in their eyes makes it difficult to associate them with humans.

"The Tattoo Tree Clan has encountered a curse that will wipe out the clan." Peng Sheng's hand holding the wine bowl began to tremble, and he said, "The means of our Tree Clan is tattooing. We have mastered the "Twenty-Four God Pictures". On weekdays, in addition to the God Pictures, we also do some other tattoos."

The Tree Clan is somewhat different from Zhou Xuan on this point.

Zhou Xuan is not a tattoo enthusiast, he just happened to leave the tattoo hall on the second incense stick. Tattoos are just a means for him.

But for the Tree Tribe, tattoos are both a means of life and a way of life.

"When we, the Tree Tribe, get married, we will split a tattoo into two and make it on the bride and groom, symbolizing the family life.

When we offer sacrifices to the gods, every household will take out leather and tattoo patterns of their own ideas on it to show their piety to the gods.

When a member of the tribe dies, family members will use their own blood to tattoo the deceased to express their longing for their family.

In short, tattoos run through every aspect of our lives, from birth to death. "

When Peng Sheng said this, he took out a folded tattoo from his pocket. When it was unfolded, it was as big as a newspaper.

The tattoo is of a white horse.

"This horse was the one I raised when I was a child. I loved it very much. After it died, I used its skin to make a tattoo of its former glory.

In the days to come, whenever I miss it, I will hold the tattoo in my hand and feel its warmth, as it runs through my heart.

Many years have passed now, but as long as the tattoo is there, it will never leave me.”

Peng Sheng’s words made Zhou Xuan ashamed.

He made a lot of money from tattoos and did a lot of things, but he never had a deep understanding of tattoos. Now, after listening to Peng Sheng's story, he knew what tattoos meant to the tree tribe.

Peng Sheng put away the tattoo and said, "The Tree Tribe has too many tattoos. Every member of the tribe has a tattoo on his body, and the walls of every household are covered with tattoos.

one day,
The tattoo made by the Tree Tribe came to life, and the curse began. "

Peng Sheng drank up the wine in the bowl. Although he was very young, his words sounded experienced.

"When the curse first started, in Pengjia Town... um... it was still Pengjia County at that time, there were many of us in the Tattoo tribe,

At that time, the people of Pengjia County did not think that the initial curse was a curse, but a miracle.
A tribesman named Peng Jiashu missed his father so much that he asked his brother for help to tattoo his father's voice, face and smile on his back.
That day, his father, Tattoo, came back to life and showed concern for Peng Jiashu. The rest of the clan also thought that Peng Jiashu's father had come back to life, and they all went to Peng Jiashu's house to congratulate him. "

Peng Sheng said: "The tribe leader at that time believed that this was a blessing from the gods of the Well Country to the Tree Clan, which gave us the infinite divinity of tattoos.
Later, more and more tattoos of the Tree Tribe came to life, which made the tribe members very happy. After all, our tattoos are not made randomly, but are our thoughts about our loved ones, our yearning and remembrance for life, and our worship of the sky, the earth, the gods, and nature.

It is not a bad thing to revive these beautiful emotions in the form of tattoos.
But after Peng Jiashu's father survived for three months, he died.
Peng Jiashu was...

Almost all the flesh and bones in his body were gone, leaving only the human skin that bore his father's tattoo.

The "father" on the human skin had red eyes and attacked the rest of the tribesmen, but was finally shattered by the god picture of the high priest at the time."

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he said, "Brother Peng, the tattoo that attacked Peng Jiashu doesn't count as one of your clansmen, right? He is just a tattoo."

"When the tattoo was shattered, the people around heard Peng Jiashu's voice coming from the tattoo." Peng Sheng's eyes dimmed as he said, "When Peng Jiashu was eaten by the tattoo, his soul merged with the tattoo.
In that tattoo, there are two souls and a dual consciousness."

Peng Sheng said this.

Zhou Xuan suddenly thought of the "Blood Well Psychic". Blood Well Psychic means that a person's dual consciousness awakens at the same time.
This awakening not only brings powerful perception to the Blood Well psychic, but also brings madness.

The madness of the Blood Well psychic is almost incurable, and can only be suppressed by the tattoos of the ancient tribe.

Only now did he realize that the curse of the ancient tattoo tribe was also caused by "double consciousness".

"After those tattoos came to life, we tattooed the gods of the ancient tribe to suppress them, but the suppression was extremely painful for us, because each tattoo that came to life also contained the consciousness of our people.

To suppress them is to suppress our own people."

Peng Sheng paused and said, "Moreover, as time goes by, more and more tattoos come back to life, and the God Map is no longer able to cope with it. Countless souls of the tribesmen have been merged with those tattoos that have come back to life, and have become curse tattoos.

The curse tattoos are killing a large number of tribesmen every day.

We, the Tree Tribe, regard tattoos as a carrier of beautiful emotions, but fate eventually led us to launch a war against tattoos.

In the end, we were no match for the tattoos, and could only gather with the last few thousand of our tribesmen in Pengjia Town, awakening the Peach Blossom Tree. At the same time, we borrowed the power of the tattooed alien "Peng Hou" to guard the last gathering place of the tribe.
The curse tattoo is muddleheaded during the day, and if it wants to enter Pengjia Town at night, it will be suppressed by Zushu and Peng Hou.
No tattoo has come back to life in Pengjia Town. This is the last pure land for our tree tribe.

But even this pure land will disappear."

Peng Sheng picked up the wine bowl again, looked at the ancestral peach tree, and said: "The power of the ancestral tree needs a large number of people who believe in it to maintain it. There are only a few thousand people left in our tribe, which is not enough. In addition, we need to borrow its power day and night.

The ancestral tree is about to collapse and is about to wither.
Once the ancestral tree withers and sinks into the ground, the White Walker "Penghou" will be unable to support the curse tattoos wandering around the town. On that day, the tree tribe will encounter a catastrophe. "

"So, you, the Tree Clan, want to create a god! Use the power of the god to eliminate all the curse tattoos?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

Peng Sheng nodded and said, "The Zushu and Peng Hou together can only suppress the curse tattoo temporarily. Without the power of the gods, the tree clan cannot be saved."

"The creation of a man-made god is the only hope for the Tree Clan." Peng Sheng said, "Half a year ago, I went to the Snowfield Prefecture and traveled with a Taoist priest who was looking for dragons."

Zhou Xuan heard from Yun Ziliang that Old Yun once went to Xueyuan Mansion with Peng Sheng three hundred years ago.

Lao Yun sensed a giant dragon in the Snow Plains Mansion at that time, while Peng Sheng sensed a strange phenomenon in the Snow Plains Mansion—three Buddhas flying in the sky.

After they arrived at Xueyuan Mansion, they parted ways.

"You are going to Xueyuan Mansion, right..." Zhou Xuan asked knowingly.

"Three Buddhas are floating in the sky. There are three great Buddhas, appearing at the Wheel-turning Snow Mountain in the Snowfield Prefecture. They were all disciples of the ancient Buddha. It is said that the three Buddhas can solve all the worries in the world. In order to save my people, I traveled west to find the Buddha."

Peng Sheng said: "The answer given to me by the Three Buddhas is that man-made gods can be created, and they also taught me the method to create gods."

Zhou Xuan knew that tattoos could be used to forge gods, but the gods he forged only had an extremely strong aura, which was naturally very different from the real gods.

"Is it possible to create a man-made god?" Zhou Xuan asked Peng Sheng.

"Nothing is predetermined in the world, but the Tree Clan is running out of time. The ancestral tree may wither at any time."

Peng Sheng sighed to himself when he spoke of this, and said, "Ah, time, time! If the ancestral tree can hold on for another ten years, I will be able to enter the Nine Incense Sticks. With me helping the ancestral tree and Peng Hou to share the pressure, perhaps we can continue the tree clan for a few more decades without the need for artificial gods.
The tattoo clan is always prone to producing geniuses who practice incense and incense. With time, they have everything. "

"With what Brother Peng said, I understand why the Tree Clan wants to create gods, but... have you ever thought about another question?"

"what?"

"Why did your tree tribe's tattoo come back to life? Why don't you trace it back to its source and find out the root cause of why the tattoo came back to life?"

Zhou Xuan felt that since the enemies of the Tree Clan were the cursed tattoos that had merged with the souls of the tribe members,

To eliminate the curse tattoo, the method does not necessarily have to rely on powerful force to suppress it. If you find the reason for the life, and prescribe the right remedy, wouldn't that be better than some man-made god?

"We have looked for it, but we can't find the reason." Peng Sheng said: "Our people have studied the tattoo of dual consciousness. One of the consciousnesses is obviously ours, but we don't know the source of the other consciousness. At least the Tree Clan in the Well Country has not been exposed to that kind of strange power, so we can't find out why it came back to life."

Since Peng Sheng said so, Zhou Xuan no longer insisted. He drank a few more glasses of wine and went to sleep in the stone house of Peng Sheng's house.

When he woke up, it was already noon. He walked to the courtyard of the stone house and saw Taohua Girl being dressed up by the female tribesmen. She was going to marry the god created by the tree tribe at the god festival.

Peng Sheng, wearing a black wizard robe, saw Zhou Xuan coming to the yard and said to him, "Brother Zhou, after the God Ceremony is over, I will take you out of town. Are you going to Mingjiang Prefecture?"

"Yes." Zhou Xuan answered decisively. Otherwise he couldn't say - I came here three hundred years later, and came all the way to see what big plans you, the tattoo clan, have.

When Taohua Girl put on her grand wedding dress, the members of the Tree Tribe played suona and beat gongs to celebrate.

The Peach Blossom Girl danced gracefully, rejoicing for the groom she had never met in the sacrifice to the gods.

So far,

Zhou Xuan was certain that the Peach Blossom Girl was the Lantern Bride in his Divine Revelation Secret Realm.
The two wore the same wedding gown, and the dance performed by the Peach Blossom Girl was not just a simple dance.

It was the "Twelve Dharma Aspects of the Ancestral Witch" that Zhou Xuan had learned in Feiyue.
He did not learn all the Dharma scenes, but he still remembered the movements of "the deer drinking water" and "the tiger descending the mountain".

"When a woman from our Tree Tribe gets married, she has to hold a wedding ceremony at home first, and then another one at the man's house. However, the gods have not been created yet, so my sister can only hold her own wedding first."

Peng Sheng spoke to Zhou Xuan as if he was chatting about family matters.

Zhou Xuan nodded to show his understanding that every place has its own customs.

After the "single marriage" in the bride's family was completed, the clan members carried the bride on a sedan chair, formed a huge team, and walked towards the ancestral tree in the town.

……

The ancestral peach tree flutters in the wind.

The sedan chair landed in front of the ancestral tree.

Peng Sheng asked his tribesmen to light incense.

"To create a god, you must first welcome the arrival of the god."

After Peng Sheng shouted to his tribesmen, twelve elderly tribesmen walked out of the team.

These twelve people are the ones who will welcome the gods.

However, this welcome was extremely tragic.

Peng Sheng knelt down and kowtowed to the twelve tribesmen. The kowtow made a loud bang, and when he raised his head, his eyes were filled with tears.

He said to the twelve men, "My uncles, the Tree Tribe is at the brink of life and death, and I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure."

The twelve people were also wiping their tears. The leader had a star and moon tattoo on his face. He was the star and moon priest of the tree tribe.
The Star-Moon Priest said to Peng Sheng: "High Priest, using our lives to exchange for the reproduction of the Tree Tribe is our best destiny.

There are thousands of people here, all of whom we have watched grow up. In my eyes, you are all energetic little kids, and you still have a long way to go."

After the Star-Moon Priest finished speaking, he turned his head, faced the ancestral tree, and said loudly: "Please bless the ancestral tree."

The ancestral tree was shaking its branches and leaves, and Zhou Xuan heard a "wailing" sound from the rustling sound of the leaves.

But no matter how sad it is, the God Festival must go on.
The ancestral peach tree suddenly grew rapidly, and tens of thousands of branches, like soft silk threads, wrapped the twelve people represented by the Star and Moon Priests into "cocoons".

Then, the branches that formed the cocoon continued to twist and tighten, like a millstone, crushing the bodies of the Star-Moon Priest and others.
The blood and the slurry produced by the branches dripped onto the ground through the cracks in the cocoon.

This mixed mucus, on the ground in front of the ancestral tree, was like a ball of rubber, forming a new human shape.

There are three new human figures in total.

Peng Sheng and his clansmen all fell to their knees, howling in pain, "My fellow uncles, you are all masters of seven or eight incense sticks. Today, you have used your flesh and blood and the power of the ancestral tree to condense into a vessel to welcome the three gods. This is a last resort.
You are my uncles. If the tattoo clan is lucky enough to survive, we will recognize you as the ancestors of the tattoo clan and offer you incense day and night.
My fellow tribesmen, we will never forget you!"

Peng Sheng's last words were almost a roar, and his tribesmen were also extremely sad.

Once upon a time, when the Tree Tribe was at war with the Cursed Tattoo,

It was these high-ranking people who joined hands with Zushu and Peng Hou to fight for the Tree Clan.

Nowadays, the ritual of "artificial gods" also begins with their flesh and blood.
They dedicated their whole lives to their people.

"The man-made gods are too tragic. They actually used twelve masters with seven or eight incense sticks to condense into three vessels to receive the gods."

Zhou Xuan has a clear idea of ​​his own position. He is just a spectator from three hundred years later.

He saw clearly what happened to the former Tattoo Tree Clan and why they planned to crucify the five Great Nuos. However, being in the scene, he could not help but be infected by their emotions.

Moreover, now, Zhou Xuan has preliminarily guessed how to achieve "artificial god".

There are nine gods in the Well Kingdom, among which the aura of the God of Dreams is connected by a god and two aliens.
They are the storyteller "Bifang", the tattoo artist "Penghou", and the night master "Dizi".

The Tree Clan's idea of ​​creating a god is similar to how Zhou Xuan once forged a god. They summoned three gods and merged them into a god.

but,

How to summon the gods?

The Tree Clan uses the blood of seven or eight incense sticks of masters to make containers to receive the gods and descend.

"The talisman scripture says that it is difficult for gods to descend. I didn't expect that to find them descend, it would require such a bloody and cruel ritual. The cost is also extremely high."

Three hundred years later in Mingjiang Prefecture, Zhou Xuan has not yet seen a master who can reach eight incense sticks, and there are not many people who can reach seven incense sticks.

Now, the Tree Clan used the flesh and blood of twelve masters just to build three containers, and the price was very heavy.

At the same time, it also shows that the former tree clan was indeed, as Peng Sheng said, extremely talented in practicing incense and cultivation.

The Tenjin Festival is still going on.
The flesh and blood of the twelve people were completely crushed by the ancestral tree, and the three containers formed by their blood and the slurry of the ancestral tree finally took on a new appearance.

Three containers condensed,

Peng Sheng raised his hands high, spit out the incense in the secret realm, and flew it onto the ancestral tree.

The branches of the peach tree are like human hands, wrapping around the incense and raising it high towards the sky.

Three buildings appeared above the sky.

One of them is a field-style courtyard, the simplest of all. A storyteller in a green gown stands in front of the gate, holding a wake-up stick in his left hand and waving a folding fan in his right hand.

The second one was a blood-red palace. When the palace door opened, a baby without a nose, ears or eyes was floating in the air. It was the "Earth Child".

The third one only had a jade door. When the door was pushed open, a strange ghost named Penghou, wearing a black wizard robe, walked out.
Three gods appeared in the sky.

A dazzling white light appeared in the sky, then became brighter and brighter, so bright that people could not see anything around them and all they could see was white.

Zhou Xuan couldn't open his eyes either, so he blocked the light with his hands.

After the light disappears,

The three buildings in the sky are still there, but the people in them are nowhere to be seen.
Instead, the three containers under the ancestral tree moved.

The gods have descended into the vessel.

It was also the first time that Zhou Xuan saw the aura of a true god. The aura was like a mountain or an ocean. The members of the Tree Clan were forced to kneel on the ground.

Even though he had the hand of Nuo god, the pressure of the aura made him unable to stand straight. He leaned against a big tree next to him, half standing and half squatting.

"I am the High Priest of the Tree Tribe, Peng Sheng, and I greet the great ancestor, 'Peng Hou'."

After Peng Sheng greeted "Mr. Peng",

Peng Hou's voice came from a container. He said to Bi Fang and Di Zi, "Our tree tribe is in danger. I have discussed with you in advance. After the three of us merge, we will become a dream god to save the tree tribe.

Today, since you have arrived, quickly integrate. "

At this point, the three divine vessels moved closer to each other.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan discovered something strange happened.

When he looked up at the sky, he found that there was something wrong with the three buildings in the sky.

Among them, the Jade Gate of the Sky Dome of "Peng Hou" is obviously much darker in color than the palace of Di Zi and the storyteller's courtyard.

It seems that Yumen is the real existence, while the buildings of the ground and the storyteller are like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, which are more illusory than real.

Zhou Xuan sensed something was wrong and released his perception. With his keen perception, he soon realized that the pressure in the god's container actually came from only one of them. The other two containers were useless and were just for show.

He suddenly realized something and shouted to Peng Sheng, "Brother Peng, there are no three gods coming, only Lord Peng is here."

As a member of the Tattoo tribe, Peng Wen was very pious to "Peng Hou". After the three gods descended, he, like the rest of the tribe, did not dare to look up at the sky, nor did he dare to release his perception to detect the true and false of the three gods.
Now awakened by Zhou Xuan's words, he immediately released his perception and after careful investigation, he found that what Zhou Xuan said was true.

"Great Ancestor Penghou, why didn't the god Bifang and the strange ghost Dizi come?"

"Why do they need to come?"

Peng Hou laughed contemptuously.

"Three gods gathered together and merged into the Dream God to save our tree tribe."

"Peng Sheng, Peng Sheng, you are also a demigod of Bazhuxiang. Why do you believe that the three gods will give up their respective divine powers and merge into one god?"

"The Three Buddhas said that he saw the fusion of the three gods at the Celestial God Ceremony, and he also guided me to see it."

"Three Buddhas in the sky?" The alien ghost Peng Hou pointed at the Peach Blossom Girl and said, "Look there."

Peng Sheng turned his head to look at his sister, only to see a ball of faint blue light appearing on the chest of his sister who was wearing a wedding dress.

Zhou Xuan was deeply impressed by this lustre - the dark stone of the ancient tattoo clan picked up by Yun Ziliang had this lustre.

The luster on Taohua Girl's chest grew larger and larger, and a hand made of stone stretched out from the luster.

"younger sister?"

"Brother..." Taohua Girl didn't finish her cry before the dark blue light completely engulfed her.

In the radiance, the hand made of stone grew at an extremely fast speed.

The hand turned into a body, then limbs grew from the body, and finally three heads grew out.

"Three Buddhas?!"

Peng Sheng couldn't believe his eyes.
He traveled west to search for the three Buddhas half a year ago. He knew the appearance of the three Buddhas by heart, and now he knew the appearance of the three heads exactly the same.

In other words, the three Buddhas appeared before him in a strange posture, looking like a monster of "three-headed stone Buddha".

"It's been a hundred years. I've grown for a hundred years. Finally, it's time to close the net."

As soon as the three-headed stone Buddha said this, Zhou Xuan understood clearly that the source of the tree tribe's curse tattoo was probably this strange three-headed stone Buddha.

The tattooed White Walker "Penghou" betrayed his people. He is a traitor and is in cahoots with the three-headed stone Buddha.

However, Zhou Xuan still didn't know for what level of interests this god-level White Walker from the Tattooed Tree Clan was cooperating with the three-headed stone Buddha.

"The Tattoo Tree Clan has extremely terrifying talent for cultivation. A few thousand members of the clan can multiply into tens of thousands of people. They will all be my nourishment in the future."

The three-headed stone Buddha swung into a divine container. He controlled the container and walked to Peng Sheng's side. He said, "For a hundred years, I have relied on those cursed tattoos to weaken the strength of your tree tribe day and night, just to make it easier for me to control you.
The Tattoo Tree Tribe in its heyday would take me at least two to three hundred years to grow enough to eat them, and I can’t wait that long.”

"You are not from Jingguo."

Peng Sheng remembered the dual consciousness of the curse tattoo. One consciousness was that of the tribe members, and the other consciousness was that the source of the power could not be found.

Now he understood.

The originator of curse tattoos was the three-headed stone Buddha.

The three-headed stone Buddha was not from Jing country either.

"Of course I'm not from Jing Country. I'm not even from this world. The world I exist in is not as prosperous and beautiful as Jing Country."

The three-headed stone Buddha seemed to be enjoying himself very much, shaking his head while talking. Suddenly, he pointed at Zhou Xuan and said, "Zhou Family Nuo God, you are not from this world either, right? You are not even from the present, you are from the future!"

(End of this chapter)