Day and night tour

Chapter 224 Mr. Feng

"High Priest, this Buddha's Gate you mentioned, besides the nine words written on it, does it have any other features?"

"This Buddha's door is one meter square, and it feels like flesh when you pinch it."

Zhou Xuan carefully recalled the fierce battle with the "Great Heavenly King" and the feeling when he pierced the Buddha's Gate with one hand, and described the Buddha's Gate to Li Chengfeng.

"clear."

Li Chengfeng kept Fojie's characteristics in mind. As a loyal believer of Xuejing and Zhou Xuan, he did not ask about other things, such as why Zhou Xuan knew where Fojie was but did not go to find him himself.

The high priest naturally had his reasons for not speaking.

"Old Li, I must emphasize to you that this Buddha's scroll is extremely important. It concerns the future survival of Mingjiang Prefecture and even Jing Country. You cannot afford to lose it. Therefore, in addition to you and Elder Gu, I hope that you will also notify the painter, Qingfeng, and the witch hall master Shang Wenjun.

In short, we need to find all the people with the highest level of incense in Mingjiang Mansion and bring whatever magic tools they have.
Please remember,
There is no room for error. ”

Zhou Xuan said "no room for error" twice, which surprised Li Chengfeng.

Since he started dealing with Zhou Xuan, Zhou Xuan had never been so serious and cautious.

"High Priest, don't worry."

Li Chengfeng responded solemnly, saying, "All colleagues in the Mingjiang Prefecture's God Parade Department, as well as painters and musicians, will go out to find the Buddha scroll you mentioned."

“When you go looking, be careful.”

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he exited the descending state.

This Buddha revelation is of great importance.
History has changed. Perhaps the memory of the three-headed stone Buddha of the ancient tattoo tribe has also changed, and they know about the existence of Buddha Jie.

After all, he is also one of the main participants in the history of Pengjia Town.

He knew where the Buddha was and was determined to steal it.

With his strength, he might not be able to snatch it from the Mingjiang Mansion, which is in such a miserable state now.

What is the current strength of Mingjiang Prefecture?
I can't even find one that burns eight sticks of incense.

There are only a few people who light seven incense sticks.

Zulong was polluted.

Both ancestral trees are gone.

The family that was once full of wealth is now in a state of decline.
If the three-headed stone Buddha appeared, Mingjiang Prefecture might not be able to withstand it.

Zhou Xuan has the link to the ancient clan on his body, and he is now the first-person perspective of the ancient clan. He goes to find Fojie by himself to tell the three-headed stone Buddha clearly that Fojie is in Pengjiashan.

"Then I won't be a guide?" Zhou Xuan laughed at himself secretly: "The location of Buddha Jie was told to me by Blood Well and Peach Blossom Tree. Does the Three-Headed Stone Buddha know it?"

Zhou Xuan thought about it carefully for a while and felt that the three-headed stone Buddha might not know the exact location of Buddha Jie, or his reaction was not so quick.

"I seem to remember Li Chengfeng saying that the memories of the witches' hall were collectively changed, and many witches' memories of certain things in the past have different degrees of deviation.

Now that I think about it, it's not that my memory was changed, but that someone like me had changed history, causing the witch who used the perception of heaven and earth as a means of incense to have a memory deviation.
But this effect seems to be different for everyone.”

Zhou Xuan guessed that the three-headed stone Buddha was probably worried about the changes in his "memories" instead of thinking that "history had been changed" right away.

The three-headed stone Buddha is very powerful.
But he is not omniscient.

“I don’t know what the current strength of the three-headed stone Buddha is after three hundred years of rest and recuperation, and how far it is from its peak.”

Zhou Xuan felt that the most important thing at the moment was of course to find the Buddha's remains, but the second most important thing was to find out to what level the three-headed stone Buddha had recovered.

"If he is at his peak, coupled with the tattooed alien Peng Hou who is hiding somewhere, even if all the masters of Mingjiang Mansion are present, they will not be his match."

"How do we check? Start from East Market Street!"

Ever since the death of the brothers Peng Long and Peng Hu from the Tattoo Ancient Clan, it seems that no one from the Ancient Clan has appeared on the streets anymore.

Zhou Xuan knew that his sister Zhou Lingyi had arranged a parade on the street to clear out the tattooed evil spirits from the ancient clan that had entered the street.

But for such a long time, no tattooed evil spirit has been caught on the street.
"It is impossible that no one from the Tattoo Ancient Clan came. It is just the Tattooed Evil Ghosts who came. How could they escape the surveillance of the Wandering God? Dongshi Street is a strange place to begin with.

I'll try to capture them. If we capture the ancient tribe, we can get some information about the forbidden tattoo area and the three-headed stone Buddha."

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan went downstairs to question Zhao Wuya and Yun Ziliang.

……

Mingjiang Prefecture, Yunluo Mountains,
The thick green mist isolates the entire mountain range from the outside world.
In front of the human skin temple at the sacrificial site,

The copper coin priest was in great pain.

In his body, there was the "Dharmakaya of the Tattooed Ancestor". At this time, the Tattooed Ancestor was constantly digging at his flesh and blood. In such a violent state, the Tattooed Ancestor did not give any other explanation.

The copper coin priest could only endure the pain.

Finally, the ancestor's infant Dharma body stopped its disorderly grabbing and digging, stretched out its short hands, and formed two words in the chest and abdomen of the copper coin priest - return!
The copper coin priest understood what was meant and, leaning on his crutches, returned to the deepest cave in the Yunluo Mountains.

In the pit, there is a "human skin palace" made up of tens of thousands of human skin tattoos.
The palace door opened, revealing a young man hanging upside down with an iron hook through his ankle.

He is the ancestor mentioned by the copper coin priest.

If Zhou Xuan were here, he would definitely be able to tell who this person is - he is the youngest high priest in the history of the Tattoo Tree Clan, Peach Blossom Wizard Peng Sheng.

Peng Sheng opened his eyes numbly, and the copper coin priest knelt down hurriedly, while raising his head to make it easier for the baby in his chest to crawl out of his body.

The baby dug open the flesh and blood from the copper coin priest's chest and abdomen, then climbed into Peng Sheng's body, becoming a tattoo on his skin.

"Continue to observe Zhou Xuan."

After Peng Sheng opened his mouth, a very old voice was heard. The copper coin priest kowtowed and left the pit.

Wait until he goes away.

The four tattoos on Peng Sheng's body began to twist.

There are four tattoos, one of a baby, one of a woman, one of an old man, and one of a dark stone.

The baby, the woman, and the old man all stretched out a hand from Peng Sheng's body and lifted up the Nether Stone Tattoo together.

The tattoo on the dark stone emitted a faint blue glow, and the three of them were able to speak and communicate.

The woman spoke first: "Wu Xiang Yu, what do you want from us?"

The baby is called "Wu Xiang Yu".
He said sternly, "My memory is distorted. Someone has tampered with it. Daluotian, meditate on whether your memory is distorted."

The old man is called "Daluotian".

Daluotian closed his eyes and contemplated. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said coldly, "My memory of our first descent has changed. I clearly remember that Nuo used a 'storyteller' mask to smash the bodies of the three of us, but in my memory now, it was actually a young Nuo who accepted the descent of the Peach Blossom Tree and smashed us with the law of dreams?"

"Are there any other changes in memory?"

"That young Nuo accepted the coming of the ancestral tree and crushed us with the law of dreams, but his body was also shattered by the power of the ancestral tree, and his aura was all scattered in the Yunluo forbidden land."

The Yunluo Forbidden Land was the Pengjia Town three hundred years ago.

"That's not the young Nuo, that's the current Nuo God Zhou Xuan. He has the same face and body shape as Zhou Xuan, and the same incense."

Wuxiangyu stayed in the body of the copper coin priest all day long, observing the Human Skin Temple. Every move of Zhou Xuan was seen by him.

Now, he would rather admit his own mistake than Zhou Xuan’s.

"Zhou Xuan changed the history of Pengjia Town, but it was just a small change, nothing big."

The woman spoke.

Her real name is Wansejie.

Wan Se Jie said: "According to the history that has changed now, the storyteller's mask has been replaced by Zhou Xuan. The death of Zhou Xuan three hundred years ago has only allowed the aura of a young Nuo God to be present in our forbidden land."

"It's not that simple." Daluotian's old face was a little ferocious. He shook his head and said, "There are many laws in Jing Country. Even the gods are just users of the laws. The laws cannot be changed.
The past cannot be retrieved, it is regarded as fate.
History cannot be changed. If it is forcibly changed, the person who changes history will be swept away by "incense and fire" and annihilated between this world.

At the same time, this cleaning will also allow history to return to its original state. Of course, this cleaning is impossible to be thorough.

The history after cleaning is only slightly different from the original history.

Now, you are inferring from your memory that history has only replaced the mask of the "storyteller" with that of a young Nuo god.
But you don’t know what history had become before the ‘incense and fire’ swept away.”

Wu Xiang Yu, who looked like a baby, thought of something and said quickly: "Daluotian, Zhou Xuan appeared three hundred years ago. If he was cleared out as you said, then why is Zhou Xuan alive now?"

"Nuo God's Law of Destiny - Substitute Death." Wan Se Jie's face changed drastically: "It was Nuo God and Zhou Xuan who changed the history of Jing State together. Nuo God also used the Law of Destiny to let Zhou Xuan survive. Since it was Nuo God who took action, it means..."

"It means they want to find out the origin of our Prajna Buddha Country in history." After Daluotian thought of this possibility, he quickly said to Wuxiangyu: "What is Zhou Xuan doing?"

"He's in the store. He hasn't been out."

"In the store?"

Daluotian was a little bit unconvinced. Since Nuo God and Zhou Xuan had changed history, there must be a reason for changing history. Next, there must be measures against Prajna Buddha Kingdom.

When something big happened, Zhou Xuan was just sitting there doing nothing?

"We can't let Zhou Xuan live." Daluotian said: "If we forcibly change history, even Nuo God will fall into a deeper sleep. Just killing Zhou Xuan won't wake him up."

"It's easier said than done to kill Zhou Xuan now." Wu Xiang Yu sighed and said, "This young Nuo God has grown into a mature being."

When Zhou Xuan first entered Mingjiang Prefecture, Wuxiangyu was only thinking about waiting for Zhou Xuan to live to the third incense stick.

Now, he is only worried.

After entering Mingjiang Mansion, Zhou Xuan was like a fish entering the sea. His power became stronger day by day, and his means were also growing rapidly.
"Although the elders and city gods of Mingjiang Prefecture are not under Zhou Xuan's control, they respect his opinions very much and are all willing to protect him.
In Dongshi Street, there is also a parade of gods to take care of Zhou Xuan.

If the ancient tribesman we sent out can enter East Market Street without being discovered, it will be a victory. Killing him is absolutely impossible."

Daluotian frowned upon hearing this and said, "The ancients can't kill him, and we can't go out in large numbers, otherwise the forbidden area will be exposed."

"Nuo God has entered a deeper sleep anyway, so why worry about being exposed? We will descend upon the bodies of the priests of the Ancient Clan, enter Mingjiang Mansion, and kill Zhou Xuan."

Mansejie has the worst temper among the three.

"What nonsense." Daluotian scolded Wansejie: ​​"With our current strength, even if we defeat Mingjiang Mansion, it is a tragic victory. We killed Zhou Xuan to prevent the Prajna Buddha Kingdom from being exposed, but if we win tragically, the forbidden land will also be exposed.

By then, Jingguo will discover the existence of the forbidden area.

Once the forbidden area is eradicated, the passage between Jing Country and Prajna Buddha Country will be completely closed, even if the passage is very narrow now. "

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Wansejie was somewhat unconvinced.

Daluotian thought for a while and said, "The Buddha Kingdom has been infiltrating the Jing Kingdom over the years. We have similar people in the Jing Kingdom. You descend on Baiyan and take the Ming Stone to find them. Use them to get rid of Zhou Xuan."

"Yes."

Wansejie closed his eyes and connected with the High Priest of the Hundred Eyes through the Nether Stone.

After the three-person meeting,
The four tattoos lay quietly on Peng Sheng's body.

These three people are the three-headed stone Buddhas from three hundred years ago.

A stone Buddha has three Dharma bodies: Daluotian, Wansejie, and Wuxiangyu.

The three Dharma bodies used the body of Peng Sheng, who had died in battle, as a breeding ground for recovering their strength.

……

Zhou family troupe of Pingshui Prefecture.

The entire Zhou family was watching the wonderful spectacle.

The ancestral tree in the Zhou family was originally very tall and large, with its canopy covering the inner courtyard and also shading a small part of the outer courtyard.
And today,
The ancestral tree is still growing wildly, and its crown can cover the entire street.

"What happened to Zushu today?"

Senior Brother Yu Zhengyuan squatted on the battlefield holding a bowl, eating a midnight snack while watching.

Under the ancestral tree, Zhou Lingyi closed her eyes tightly, she was meditating. Yuan Buyu had his hands behind his back, thinking about whether his beloved disciple had been in trouble, causing the ancestral tree to move strangely.

"Mr. Yuan, my brother must have done something big."

Zhou Lingyi finally opened her eyes and said to Yuan Buyu.

"Big deal? What big deal?"

"I sense that there have been changes between heaven and earth, but not now, but in the past, and the years involved are still very far away."

Zhou Lingyi knew that Nuo God was sleeping under the ancestral tree, and said: "The world has changed in the past, which means someone has changed history. Today Nuo God has moved again. I guess that this history was changed by Nuo God and his brother together."

"My apprentice has reached this level now?"

Yuan Buyu's face was beaming, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't proud.

"However, Nuo God has fallen into a deeper sleep now. It may not be so easy for Nuo God to help his brother in the future."

"Without the Nuo God, don't you still have me as your master?" Yuan Buyu opened his folding fan, shook it, and cursed in a low voice: "You little bastard, I worried about you all night, and after all this time, you went to do something important with the Nuo God."

Zhou Lingyi looked serious, put his hands into his sleeves, and said: "Nuo God is willing to change history with his brother even if it means he has to endure a deep sleep. This shows that this period of history is very important, and it may be related to the future chaos in Jing State."

"Since it is so important, it means that Nuo God has been planning it for a long time."

"Yes, I have been planning this for a long time. The reason why I haven't implemented it is probably because I haven't waited for someone like my younger brother before."

Zhou Lingyi suddenly thought of the past and said, "Today I know why the Nuo God chose my younger brother. My younger brother is really amazing. He is growing much faster than I thought."

She finally understood why the ancestral tree woke up and insisted that her grandfather go to Muhun City to bring Zhou Xuan to Jingguo.

Yuan Buyu looked up at the sky and said, "Master Zhou, I originally thought that the gods were high above us, but I didn't expect that they also care about the fate of the Jing Kingdom."

"Nuo is the god of destiny. Destiny needs to be fought against the most, so Nuo's fighting spirit is the strongest among all the gods.
Although he had a strong fighting spirit, he was also very gentle.

The fates of millions of people in the Jing Kingdom intertwined, and the God of Destiny was born.

He also cares about the fate of millions of people.”

Zhou Lingyi said: "Now, Nuo God has fallen into a deep sleep, but I believe that if the life and death of Jing State is at stake, this god of destiny will surely wake up again.

If that day comes, I hope my brother and I will stand beside the Nuo God.

Of course, I hope that day never comes.”

Zhou Lingyi stood up and asked Yuan Buyu: "Mr. Yuan, I'm going to call my brother. Do you want to come with me?"

"I won't go. Tell that brat to be careful. Mingjiang Prefecture is probably getting more and more unstable."

Yuan Buyu waved to Zhou Lingyi.

In fact, he also wanted to call Zhou Xuan, but... there was a guest in Zhou's class today.

Guests I haven't seen in many years.

"It's been about thirty years, right?"

Yuan Buyu fanned himself and looked at the middle-aged man standing at the door of Zhou's class.

The man was wearing a white coat and waving a bamboo fan in his hand. He was very handsome and his gait was very beautiful as he walked towards Yuan Buyu.

When Yuan Buyu was teaching Zhou Xuan, he repeatedly emphasized "voice, stage, shape and performance". Zhou Xuan had only been teaching for a short time, so he was not very good at this aspect.
But this middle-aged man's "stage, appearance and expression" are all top-notch among storytellers.

"Second Brother." Yuan Buyu stood up, clasped his fists, and greeted the middle-aged man.

Yuan Buyu and the middle-aged man are from the same master. The master hopes that they can be restrained. The most basic restraint is to talk less and do more, so he named them "Bu Yu" and "Mo Yan".

The middle-aged man’s surname is Feng, and his name is Feng Moyan.

Feng Moyan smiled and said, "Old Four, it's been many years."

"It's been nearly thirty years." Yuan Buyu asked, "Want a drink?"

"Don't drink anymore."

Feng Moyan said: "I came to see you just to see how you have been doing recently."

"Very good, I'm a cook in Zhou's class." Yuan Buyu pointed in the direction of the kitchen and said, "I recently accepted an apprentice. His talent is so good that you would be jealous when you see him."

"Really? Ever since I lost my loyalty, I haven't been interested in the affairs of the martial arts world."

"Alas, the loss of incense sticks back then was also due to Master's bad temper..." Yuan Buyu didn't want to talk about what happened back then.

So sad.

"Master, I don't blame him. He is just a toad fighting. His arms and legs are so long that he can't help me." Feng Moyan said, "Brother, let's not talk about the depressing things. Let's talk about your apprentice... You have never been very discerning when it comes to taking in apprentices."

"Damn it, we agreed not to talk about depressing things, but the topic you talked about is the most depressing."

Yuan Buyu scolded with a smile.

When he was young, he took in four apprentices.
The first apprentice stole his woman,

The second apprentice stole his fame,

The third apprentice stole his money.
The fourth apprentice was obedient and helped him kill the first three apprentices, but he also became insane and locked himself in a blood well.

Zhou Xuan was his fifth apprentice.

"Of course we have to talk about it. Is your recent apprentice very proud?"

"I am very proud of him. I am satisfied with him in every aspect." Yuan Buyu counted on his fingers, "He has made great progress in his cultivation. He is brave and smart, and he also has a great interest in life."

Yuan Buyu took out his pocket watch and said, "My apprentice bought this. Isn't it beautiful?"

At this moment, Yuan Buyu looked like an old man chatting and showing off his children in the park.

"Beautiful, he has been talking for so long, how was his story telling?" The middle-aged man was a storyteller, and he loved telling stories very much.

In his eyes, a storyteller who cannot tell stories is incomplete.

"Good! That's great."

In Yuan Buyu's eyes, Zhou Xuan has no shortcomings. The one who is even more beautiful than Shi Xi in the eyes of a lover is his master.

My apprentice is a versatile person, there is nothing wrong with him.

"Stronger than your second disciple?"

Feng Moyan and Yuan Buyu grew up together, and he knew too well what happened to his fourth junior brother.

Speaking of the second apprentice,
Yuan Buyu's face looked very ugly.
In the storytelling field, there is a ritual called "Thank you book to the teacher". After the apprentice completes his apprenticeship, he tells the same story as his master.

When two people are lecturing on the same article, it depends on whether the master has any hidden ideas and whether the disciple works hard.

But this "letter of thanks to the teacher" is usually spoken in private and not in public, for fear that the teacher will lose and lose face.

Yuan Buyu's second disciple wrote a "Thank You Letter to the Teacher", but he did not speak it in private. Instead, he spoke it on the most solemn theater stage in Mingjiang Mansion.

At that time, Yuan Buyu thought it was a normal performance. He had prepared a short story called "Fox Fairy Tales".
But when he was about to go on stage, his second apprentice went on stage first and talked about "Strange Stories of Fox Fairy" first. In front of all the audience, he said that his book was a "thank you letter to the teacher".

The audience immediately became excited and insisted that Yuan Buyu go on stage and speak to see who could speak better with his apprentice.

The storyteller earned popularity by telling stories, so it made sense for him not to go on stage after being applauded. So he went on stage and told "Strange Stories of the Fox Fairy".

He went on stage and the second disciple went down. When the two of them crossed paths, the second disciple said to Yuan Buyu, "Master, I saw the eldest brother and the master's wife together."

When a storyteller goes on stage, he must be in a good state and not have too many distracting thoughts.
The sudden "thank you letter" from the second disciple had already made Yuan Buyu have some distracting thoughts. Now that these words were spoken, Yuan Buyu couldn't suppress his distracting thoughts at all.

Of course, there were some mistakes and omissions in his presentation of the book, and the audience booed him.

The thank you letter to the teacher has become a thank you hammer.

Because of a book, Yuan Buyu lost his reputation, but the second apprentice became extremely famous by stepping on his master.

This past event was a thorn in Yuan Buyu's heart, but no matter how much it hurt, he had to admit that although his second disciple did not have a high talent for incense, he did have talent and ideas when it came to storytelling.

Feng Moyan also knew that this disciple was very good at telling stories, so he compared him with Zhou Xuan.

Yuan Buyu said to Feng Moyan with a stern face, "My youngest disciple is much better at telling stories than my second disciple. When he tells a story, he can make Lady Lotus cry and the Zhou Family Troupe is packed with people."

"Why doesn't he talk now?"

"He doesn't aspire to be a storyteller, but he will tell stories to his friends."

Yuan Buyu said: "If we only talk about storytelling, my disciple Zhou Xuan will definitely be the best storyteller in three years.

If we only look at the popularity, Zhou Xuan will still be the number one storyteller ten years later.

My apprentice is number one."

"You like your apprentice so much, have you ever thought about what you would do if your apprentice died halfway through?"

"What do you mean by stepping on my mother?"

After hearing this, Yuan Buyu became a little upset. He was just chatting with his disciple, but Feng Moyan actually cursed his disciple.

"It's nothing. I came to the Zhou family because someone asked me to bring a message."

"What?"

"Just one or two days, let Zhou Xuan leave Mingjiang Mansion, otherwise, someone will take his head."

Feng Moyan opened his folding fan and spoke to Yuan Buyu with a smile.

"Then let him try..."

Yuan Buyu released the incense's aura,

The storyteller of seven incense sticks.

"Junior brother...you should think about it...In Mingjiang Prefecture, that person wants to kill Zhou Xuan, and no one can stop him."

Feng Moyan waved his folding fan and strode away from the Zhou family troupe.

When Feng Moyan walked out of the street of Zhou Family, he felt the wind under his feet. He took a step forward, and everything around him changed.

When he stopped, he appeared at the door of Mingjiang Grand Theater.

"I hope Junior Brother will be obedient. I don't want him to lose another disciple in his later years, especially such a good disciple."

Feng Moyan talked to himself for a while and then walked up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, there was a man waiting for him.

"Teacher Jingdeng."

"Mr. Feng." Jing Deng shook hands with Feng Moyan and said, "What is Mr. Yuan's attitude?"

"I'm waiting for his attitude." Feng Moyan said: "If my junior brother doesn't listen to my advice, then I can only kill his beloved disciple."

"What if he listened to the advice and let Zhou Xuan return to Pingshui Prefecture?"

"Then don't kill him." Feng Moyan glanced at the well lamp.

"Miss, what you mean is that no matter where Zhou Xuan goes, he must be killed."

"I can't kill him. I can kill Zhou Xuan in Mingjiang Prefecture, but if he returns to Pingshui Prefecture, I won't be able to kill him."

Feng Moyan said frankly.

"Is there anyone Mr. Feng can't kill? Are you afraid of Zhou Lingyi?"

"I'm not afraid." Feng Moyan said, "I'm afraid that Zhou Xuan and Zhou Lingyi will be together. If they are together, it's best not to provoke them."

ps: Good brothers, I updated a big chapter, muah.

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