Day and night tour

Chapter 225 Day Tour and Night Tour
"Then if Zhou Xuan is in Mingjiang Prefecture, please make sure to get rid of him, Mr. Feng."

Jing Deng couldn't change Feng Moyan's mind, so he no longer emphasized "kill Zhou Xuan anywhere".

"Of course. By the way, Mr. Jingdeng, Mo Tingsheng, how are your arrangements going?"

As the second-in-command of the kidnappers, Feng Moyan is very concerned about Mo Tingsheng's movements.

"Time has sent him away." Jing Deng said, "We are also responsible for the sudden attack on the kidnapper by Mingjiang Mansion this time. Of course, it was mainly Zhou Xuan who was too smart. He killed the God of Willow, cracked the God of Time's plan to steal the sky and the day, and captured the trace of hunger."

"I will take care of Zhou Xuan. It's only a matter of time before the kidnapper's hall is attacked. It's no big deal.
Our kidnappers have already completed their layout in Mingjiang Prefecture. We just need to wait for the right time to launch the attack.

Mr. Mo Tingsheng is the key to launching this big situation, and he cannot afford to make any mistakes. "

Feng Moyan repeatedly emphasized Mo Tingsheng, but Jing Deng did not understand.
She had a close relationship with the kidnapper and knew that he had been plotting revenge over the years. However, she always believed that the kidnapper was led by the hall master, Mr. Feng, and never thought about Mo Tingsheng's intentions.

Now, the three major halls of Mingjiang Prefecture launched a surprise attack on the kidnapper. At this time when the kidnapper's life and death was at stake,

Feng Moyan made a deal with her - he could kill Zhou Xuan, but the prerequisite was that the lady behind Jingdeng would protect Mo Tingsheng at all costs.

Only then did Jing Deng realize how important Mo Tingsheng was to Guaizi.

"Mr. Feng, why is Mr. Mo of Three Incense Sticks so important?"

“Everyone believes that Mingjiang Prefecture and even Jing State are theocracy, and that the gods and gods are the supreme rulers.
But Mr. Mo and I both believe that the real power lies in ordinary people. Millions of ordinary people are the foundation of the country's power.
Mr. Mo, being able to control this power is also the basis for our kidnappers' revenge.

From this perspective, Mr. Mo is the kidnapper's number one figure, and I... am just a thug."

"You are not a thug..."

Jing Deng wanted to say something to please Feng Moyan, but the other party ignored him and strode into the backstage of the theater.

Feng Moyan is a beggar, but he used to be a storyteller.

He is very serious about giving lectures.

As the most famous storyteller in the theater, Feng Moyan certainly has his own dressing room. Before going on stage to tell stories, he would smoke a cigar in the dressing room and rest quietly for a while.

Today, he did not rest.

Feng Moyan lit a cigarette, took out a clipping book from the drawer of the desk, opened it, and began to read it carefully.

The clippings in the book were all about the book "White Eyebrow Hero".

This set of Liangzi books only has eight chapters.

After Zhou Xuan's play "The White-Eyebrowed Hero" became popular in the Zhou Family Class, some people sorted out the disputes over the book and submitted them to newspapers.

After being published in newspapers, "The White-Eyebrowed Hero" first became popular in Pingshui Prefecture, and then in Mingjiang Prefecture.

After Feng Moyan discovered this book, he liked it very much, so he cut it into pieces and read it often.

"Junior brother is so lucky. In his old age, he actually found such a good disciple. If Zhou Xuan could become my disciple, I would be like the fourth brother, lying in a daze with a grin on my face."

For a wandering man, an apprentice is half a son, and the youngest apprentice is a son. But as for the successor, even his own son cannot compare to him.

"Zhou Xuan, Zhou Xuan, I admire you so much, but why did you want to get involved in this mess in Mingjiang Mansion?"

Feng Moyan shook his head and burned the pages of the scrapbook with the flame of his cigar.

Orange flames leaped up on the notebook.

"Burn it, then I can kill you without any distractions."

Feng Moyan sighed.

"The kidnapper withdrew from Pingshui Prefecture because I was giving face to the Fourth Master.

You, Zhou Xuan, killed Chun Meng and ruined the kidnapper's business. I didn't kill you because I valued your talent.

You and Liao Gui slaughtered the entire coroner's office. I didn't kill you because, like Lao Si, I also saw you as my hope to inherit the mantle of "Storyteller".

But this time, you disturbed our revenge plan... I had to take action."

Feng Moyan threw the burnt clipping book into the trash can, left the dressing room, and went on stage to give a lecture.

……

"Brother, the ancestral tree at home is growing very well today. Its canopy covers half of the street."

"Then shouldn't my eldest brother touch the ancestral tree?"

Zhou Xuan thought of Yu Zhengyuan's "little poem" - Zhou's morning is white, and the big and small trees are like girls...

The ancestral tree has become so huge, doesn’t it become the super-big girl that the eldest brother mentioned?
"Big Brother is not as bad as you say, but he has been holding a bowl and squatting under the tree to look at the ancestral tree."

"Where is Master? Master, have you been dozing off in the past two days?"

"Not so much dozing off."

"Oh, I just found out recently that Master's dozing off was not due to unstable incense. He should be comprehending the laws of dreams."

Zhou Lingyi smiled when she heard this and said, "My brother has made great progress. He knows more about the secrets of the Jing Kingdom's worship of gods than I do."

"No way...Sister is the best in my heart."

"You haven't changed. You're so sweet."

"Sister, I've thought it through in the past two days. After the so-called chaos in Jing Country has calmed down, you don't have to guard the ancestral tree anymore. Let's go to Jing Country together to have a look around, watch a movie in Mingjiang Prefecture, paddle a raft in Huangyuan Prefecture, and climb the Rotating Snow Mountain in Xueyuan Prefecture.
Our footprints have traveled all over the country."

Zhou Lingyi was happy at first, but as she listened, she felt a little sad.

Over the years, no one has ever told her such a romantic idea.

If the younger brother had come to Jing Country a few years earlier, perhaps the siblings would have already embarked on a journey to travel around Jing Country.
What a good time those days were.

She no longer has to guard the ancestral tree and can travel freely.
Now?
"I am quietly waiting for the arrival of that beautiful life. I hope that day, both my sister and I will still be alive." Zhou Lingyi's words were a little heavy.

“Not only live, but live wonderfully.”

……

Zhou Xuan hung up the phone and adjusted his mood.

In the store, Xiao Fuzi has already fallen asleep.
Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya were playing with the new record player.

The box-type record player that Zhou Xuan ordered a few days ago was finally delivered, and it also came with a record of the most popular singer.

Lao Yun was as happy as a three-hundred-year-old child. He listened and wiped the record player at the same time, and finally polished the record player cabinet until it was shinier than his leather shoes.

Zhao Wuya had no interest in listening to songs, but his grandmaster insisted on dragging him to listen, so he had no choice but to listen along and even think of lyrics to praise the singer.

Alas, forced to open for business!

"Hey, Lao Yun, you got a new toy?"

Zhou Xuan walked up to Yun Ziliang.

Yun Ziliang grinned innocently, pointed at the record and said, "This female singer sings as well as Gu Ling. What era is this? How come there are so many people who can sing?"

There were still songs playing on the record player.

"Hypocritical... Why should we be hypocritical... Do you want to see..."

Zhou Xuan listened to the song and immediately felt it was very familiar, so he took the record and looked at it. He was immediately happy and said, "It turned out to be Bai Guang."

Bai Guang was a singer recommended to the Metropolitan Opera by Zhou Xuan.

Gu Ling is very satisfied with Bai Guang and wants to form a jazz band for Bai Guang. Although the band is not yet formed, she has already recorded a record for Bai Guang.

“White light has a future.”

Zhou Xuan put the record down, slapped Yun Ziliang on the back, and said, "Old Yun, don't indulge in this kind of decadent music. Let me ask you, if someone hides in Dongshi Street by hiding his energy, how can we find him?"

"How can I find it? There is no way to find it!"

Yun Ziliang said.

"Why?" Zhou Xuan asked.

Yun Ziliang said: "This East Market Street is a huge Feng Shui formation. Once the aura is concealed, even the magic tools of the Xunlong Hall can't be found. I don't know who set up this formation. I only know that this formation is of a very high standard, higher than my level."

"How can anyone be better than you? You were once the number one dragon-hunting celestial master."

"Alas, that's all just empty reputation. Beyond the mountains, there are greener hills..."

"The brothel outside the building?" Zhao Wuya added.

"..." Yun Ziliang.

"Yazi, stop being so rude." Zhou Xuan asked again, "Since it's a Feng Shui formation, can't we just activate it?"

"How can it be activated?" Yun Ziliang said: "Master Xunlong's Feng Shui method is like a key, and the Feng Shui formation is a lock.

Our keys can only open our own locks, how can they open other people's locks? Unless there is a key that is somewhat similar to the original key, it can activate part of the Feng Shui formation."

When he said this, Yun Ziliang had his back to Zhao Wuya and was winking at Zhou Xuan.

Immediately, Zhou Xuan understood what was going on.

The feng shui of Dongshi Street had been changed before. Yun Ziliang went to see what was going on and saw the tattooed evil ghost Peng Hu being blown up by a locust tree that had grown out of nowhere.

Therefore, Yun Ziliang knew that the Feng Shui formation on Dongshi Street had a key.

At the same time, Lao Yun also knew that the key was with Sister Cui.

"Lao Yun also knows that Cui Jie is the Dongshan fox lady that Yazi is looking for."

Zhou Xuan then realized that Lao Yun was too cunning. He saw through Cui Jie's identity but kept it secret.

"But it makes sense. I can guess Cuijie's identity from the fox fur on her body. There is no reason why Lao Yun can't see it."

But how did Lao Yun know that the person who changed the feng shui of Dongshi Street was Cui Jie?

Zhou Xuan thought of this and slapped his head.
Zhao Wuya followed the order of Xunlong Hall and came to Dongshi Street to look for Dongshan Fox Lady, which was most likely related to "Feng Shui".

The dragon hunt, the Dongshan Fox Lady, and the activation of the Dongshi Street Feng Shui formation can actually be strung together into a line.

"Old Yun, Old Yun, you are the cunning fox."

Zhou Xuan walked to the door of the shop and saw that the lights in Cuijie's shop had been turned off.

"Go find Sister Cui early tomorrow morning."

It is really immoral to knock on the door when someone is sleeping soundly.

"There's no rush tonight anyway."

Zhou Xuan returned to the store.

Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya were chatting.

"My little disciple, the Grandmaster has something to ask you."

"You asked."

"Xunlong Hall is full of talented people, right? Why did they send you to Dongshi Street to find the fox lady? What qualities do you have that allow you to shoulder such an important mission?"

Yun Ziliang was very confused.

Zhao Wuya said embarrassedly: "Grandmaster, I'm not bragging to you. When I was looking for the dragon hall, my compass was the most effective."

Zhou Xuan, Yun Ziliang: "..."

They thought for a while and recovered, because Zhao Wuya's compass was a "coward", and there were many experts around, who were more accurate than anyone else, and the needle was spinning like an electric fan.
However, if there are no experts around, this compass is just a waste of time.

There are many experts in Xunlong Hall, and Luo Pan's performance was beyond their expectations. But what was even more unexpected was that the Luo Pan, whom they had been looking forward to, had now become the one who was responsible for the comedy and a master of slacking off.

The three chatted for a while, and Zhao Wuya felt sleepy and wanted to go back to the old painting studio to sleep. Just as he opened the shop door, two car headlights lit up at the entrance.

A truck stopped in front of Zhou Xuan's door.

A middle-aged man in a suit got out of the car, walked into the store, and greeted Zhou Xuan: "Young sir."

"you are?"

"Oh, I'm a scholar from the Bone Elders Association. My last name is Fu Ding."

"Teacher Fu."

"I dare not call me teacher in front of you, you can just call me Xiao Fu." Fu Ding pointed at the car outside the door and said, "Little sir, the blood well brain is in the car, I will ask them to unload it now."

"Oh, you are here to deliver the Blood Well Human Brain. Unload the truck. Please help me move the Blood Well Human Brain to the second floor."

The first floor is a store with blood and human brains placed inside. How creepy it would be for customers to come in?

The Blood Well Human Brain is the brain of the four Blood Well psychics.

Fu Ding walked out the door and shouted to the people on the truck, "Unload the truck and move the brain from the blood well to the second floor."

The truck door opened.

Six or seven sturdy old men came down and carried a huge oak box from the truck. Then, the men took crowbars and started working on the box.

The huge oak box was opened, revealing another lead box inside. Fu Ding took the key and opened the box door.

"A big box inside a small box? Are you putting dolls here?"

Zhou Xuan couldn't help laughing when he saw this.

"Young sir, the perception of the people in the Blood Well is too strong. If we want to transport them out, we need to block their perception layer by layer. Otherwise, I'm afraid that the human brain will accidentally contaminate innocent people."

Zhou Xuan thought it made sense.
The sound of the blood well human brain erupting in despair and fear can scare the Willow God's feet crazy, and his perception is extraordinary.

"Then you guys tear it down. I'll wait." Zhou Xuan lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and glanced at Zhao Wuya: "Yazi, aren't you going to sleep? What are you doing standing here? Standing guard for my blood well human brain?"

"I'll just take a look at the fun." Zhao Wuya squeezed out five words.

Yun Ziliang didn't even listen to the song. He squatted at the door, holding the teapot, and watched Gu Lao unload the boxes.

Zhou Xuan: “…”

Like master, like disciple. In the lineage of dragon seekers, they are all village aunties who love to hang out and watch any little movement?
There are six layers of boxes containing human brains that seal the blood well. After a busy period of work, the old men finally took out the tank containing the human brains.

"Carry it to the second floor for you, young master." After giving the instructions, Fu Ding smiled and said to Zhou Xuan, "Young master, there is formalin solution in the water tank. The solution of the human brain needs to be changed regularly. In the future, we will come to help you change the solution regularly."

"Don't bother. Just write down the formula and I'll find a pharmaceutical company to order it myself."

Zhou Xuan felt that since Gu Lao was so capable, he should do something useful. Driving a car every day and preparing solution for his water tank, wasn't that a waste of social resources?

Besides, aren’t the professional workers in the pharmaceutical factory better than Gu Lao at changing the solution?

"The young master really feels sorry for us."

Fu Ding took out a notebook and was about to write a recipe for Zhou Xuan. Suddenly, a sharp whistle was heard in the store.

The glass and doors in the store were shaking, and the sound was terrifying.

"Ouch."

Fu Ding knew that the sound came from the brain of the person in the blood well, and he immediately walked into the house.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw four human brains swimming violently in the water tank, making sharp sounds like babies crying.

The old men who were carrying the boxes all covered their ears with their hands, looking painful.

"What's going on? Why is the human brain suddenly stressed?" Fu Ding was a little afraid of the sound of the blood-stained human brain, and did not dare to go into the house.
When he was panicking, a large hand pressed on his shoulder: "The human brain may not like going to the second floor, it's not a big problem."

Fu Ding turned around and saw Zhou Xuan standing behind him. Then, he saw Zhou Xuan striding towards the water tank.

"Young sir, that human brain is scary... scary... eh... so obedient?"

Fu Ding saw Zhou Xuan standing by the water tank, with his hand on the tank wall. The human brain obediently pressed against the tank wall, trying to touch Zhou Xuan's hand.
They are quiet and peaceful at this moment, without any violent aura.

"Human brain, you have returned home. Jingzi is waiting for you." Zhou Xuan murmured softly, and then said to Fu Ding, "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Fu. Let's put the water tank here."

Fu Ding, who was still in shock, came to his senses and said quickly: "Thank you, young sir, thank you, young sir."

After saying that, Fu Ding quickly took the rest of the old men onto the truck, said goodbye to Zhou Xuan again, and left Dongshi Street.

In the car, Fu Ding was still recalling the scene just now, and said to his companion beside him: "It doesn't make sense. Once the Xuejing human brain is in a state of stress, it needs a master of incense like Teacher Li to forcibly appease it.
As for Mr. Li, he still needed to be comforted for several hours. The young master just put his hand on the water tank, and the blood and human brain became quiet.
That’s strange.”

"Teacher Fu, it's nothing strange. You've heard rumors recently that even painters and musicians treat you as a distinguished guest. Is there anything that a person like you can't do?"

“That’s right…that’s right…”

……

After Fu Ding and the others left, Zhou Xuan turned around and said to Zhao Wuya, "Ya Zi, do you want to go back to sleep or continue to watch the fun?"

"Tsk, a person like me...of course I have to watch the fun."

Zhao Wuya was very confident and stood in the store, closing the door with a bang.

Zhou Xuan walked around the water tank.

After walking two or three times, the four brains in the water tank suddenly vibrated, causing the surrounding water to jump up and down at an extremely fast frequency.

They seemed to be emitting an ultra-high frequency sound wave that was inaudible to the human ear.

The sound waves became more and more intense, and the water in the entire tank seemed to be boiling, with huge bubbles constantly coming out.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The water tank began to crack due to the sound waves. At first there were only one or two cracks. After a few moments, it exploded as if it had been hit by an iron hammer.

"Alas!"

A scream of joy spread throughout the Jingyi store.

Although it was a scream, the sound was soft and not harsh. The four human brains tore apart the blood vessels connecting them, like four giant fish swimming in the air.

It screamed and swam at the same time, turning the small Jingyi into a vast ocean.

This scene made Zhao Wuya unable to help but smack his lips: "Damn, this is so shocking, this excitement is not in vain."

After the four brains swam around for a while, they swam around Zhou Xuan with him as the center.

The perceptions of the four of them all flowed into Zhou Xuan's body.

Zhou Xuan was originally the most perceptive psychic of the Blood Well, and now he has the blessing of the Blood Well human brain.

His perception reached an extremely high peak.

An extremely powerful perception gathered in Zhou Xuan's body, and he couldn't help but raise his head and let out a sharp scream.

As the whistling sound came, Zhou Xuan felt that everything around him became soft, and his perspective kept rising and rising.
He saw the Paramount in Mingjiang Mansion, with its neon lights flashing.

He saw the Mingjiang River in Mingjiang Prefecture, with turbid waves.

He saw that Dongshi Street was like a coffin, lying across the ground.

"Alas."

Zhou Xuan's scream continued, and his perspective was still floating in the sky of Mingjiang Mansion.
suddenly,

He heard a familiar voice, it was Si Yuer.

Si Yuer asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Zhou Xuan."

"Brother Zhou." Si Yu'er's voice also floated in Mingjiang Mansion. She asked happily, "Why is it your voice?"

"Can you hear me?"

"Ah."

"So what are you doing now?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"I'm taking a shower."

Si Yuer said decisively.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Xuan's perspective changed again. He saw Si Yuer enjoying a bubble bath in a misty bathroom.

Si Yuer saw a pair of eyes in the mist, but these strange eyes did not scare her.

She could tell from the look in his eyes—they belonged to Zhou Xuan.

"Brother Zhou, I'm taking a shower."

"Yu'er, I found out..."

"What did you find?"

“You are generous and wealthy.”

"Hateful." Si Yuer scooped up a handful of water and splashed it into Zhou Xuan's eyes.

"Don't be so quick to hate me. I didn't see anything, just bubbles and fog."

Zhou Xuan smiled happily, stopped screaming, and withdrew his gaze.

At this time, Zhou Xuan's perspective returned to normal. The four brains surrounding him were no longer in reality. They had entered the Shenqi Secret Realm and were traveling around Feiyue and Chenghuang Taoist Temple.

The eyes in the Chenghuang Taoist Temple, sensing the return of the Blood Well Human Brain, all cast their gazes with joy.

Only the master's eyes were filled with twelve points of resentment - why should the blood well and human brain listen to Zhou Xuan?

His hatred made the other eyes in the blood well very unhappy, and they used whips formed by their eyes to whip the master of the temple frantically.

……

"It turns out that when my perception reaches a certain limit, the scenery is like this."

Zhou Xuan looked at himself with joy.

"Xiao Zhou, what happened to you just now? Look, you kept screaming." Yun Ziliang asked.

"Lao Yun, my eyes just floated up to the sky, and I can see the entire Mingjiang Mansion. Oh, Si Yuer, she is also a psychic of the Blood Well, she can also hear my voice and communicate with me."

Zhou Xuan was a little excited, and his speech seemed a little confused.

When Yun Ziliang heard this, his eyes almost popped out and he said, "This kind of perception is already at the level of nine incense sticks. This is called wandering in the heavens. The nine incense sticks on earth and the gods above the sky are only at this level."

"I have reached this level?" Zhou Xuan never thought that the effect of the blood well human brain would be so great, and asked again: "Above the divine travel to the sky, is there a higher level of perception?"

"Have."

Yun Ziliang said: "According to the scene you just described, it is called night travel, which can observe the appearance of heaven and earth. If your perception can be further improved, it is called day travel."

"What's the difference between a day tour and a night tour?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"You finally got the answer." Yun Ziliang said, "The perception of daytime travel is only possessed by the most powerful gods above the sky. There are few records of it in ancient books. Judging from the records of the scales and armor, it is probably that when your soul travels during the day, it can have a physical body and touch reality, rather than being ethereal like when it travels at night."

"You, the Blood Well psychics, are truly abnormal and perverted."

The more Yun Ziliang thought about it, the angrier he became. Why could a person who only burned two incense sticks be able to travel at night?

"It's fine if you're a pervert, but that Si Yu'er, she was only four sticks of incense, and she could actually hear the sound of you wandering at night.
The Blood Well psychics are all perverts."

Zhou Xuan smiled evilly at Yun Ziliang and said, "Old Yun, don't be so envious. I still have a blood well and a human brain that hasn't arrived yet."

"It's broken. You kid installed it."

Yun Ziliang also remembered that the reward Zhou Xuan got after capturing Hunger was not one blood-well human brain, but two.

The one from Huangyuan Prefecture will arrive soon.

"Two sticks of incense, and my perception can reach the realm of day travel. The world has changed, and I can no longer understand it."

Yun Ziliang was joking, but he was happy for Zhou Xuan from the bottom of his heart.

"Grandpa Master, can you teach me how to swim during the day and at night? I want to learn it, too."

"Whatever Fei Taniang said, your master wouldn't know it either."

Yun Ziliang sighed and said, "When I was at my peak, I was still one step away from night travel. If I could really see the day travel in a few days, it would be quite interesting... I have lived for three hundred years, and this is the first time I have seen such a strange thing.

The Blood Well Psychic, no wonder he is coveted by all forces and used as food by all kinds of weirdos. His talent for perception is too exaggerated. "

"From now on, the Blood Well spiritualists will not be bullied so much." Zhou Xuan picked up the teacup, gulped down a mouthful of tea, and said, "The Blood Well Society needs a new president."

Zhou Xuan's scream just now could be heard by Si Yuer, and therefore could be heard by the other Blood Well psychics.

However, most of the Blood Well psychics, except Si Yuer, were as cautious as foxes and did not communicate with Zhou Xuan.

"But, as long as I travel a few more times at night, a Blood Well psychic will definitely contact me. I can organize a safer Blood Well Society, I can also cure the madness of the Blood Well psychic, and I can also find Blood Well psychics who have not joined the society."

Regarding the control of the Blood Well Society,

Zhou Xuan used to be not very interested.
But now, with Prajna Buddha Country watching closely, he needed more ears, eyes, and perceptions to form a Blood Well Society network that had never appeared in the Well Country...

(End of this chapter)