Day and night tour

Chapter 226 Catching the Evil Ghost
"You want to control the Blood Well Society? Bring together all your perverts? I think... it's brilliant!"

Yun Ziliang admired Zhou Xuan's idea very much. Every Blood Well psychic has a strong perception ability. If all of this group of people were gathered together, what level of perception would that be?
"Perception has always been the most important resource of the Jing Nation. Those who worship the gods in the underworld use their perception to comprehend blood, flesh, spirit, and Tao. The stronger the perception, the more delicate the feelings, and the higher the upper limit.

But in the past, when people talked about perception, it was almost always about individuals. If we bring this group of Blood Well psychics together and pool their power, it would be really worth looking forward to what they can comprehend.”

Yun Ziliang suddenly felt that longevity was a good thing. Not only could he hear beautiful songs, but he could also see bizarre things. It was interesting, really interesting.

"There will be many more interesting things in the future."

Zhou Xuan was not talking nonsense. If Yun Ziliang knew about the existence of Prajna Buddha Kingdom, his expression would definitely be very interesting.

……

It was late at night, Zhou Xuan was lying on the bed, his mind entering the secret realm of Shenqi.

This time, the Blood Well's handling of the sacrifices was very abnormal.

Three hundred years ago in Pengjia Town, the Blood Well ate the flesh and blood containers of the Tree Clan.

Those containers were built by the twelve most loyal people of the Tree Clan. Some contained seven incense sticks, and some contained eight incense sticks. Although the Blood Well did not completely eat up the containers, the edible parts contained a lot of loyalty.

After consuming so many sacrifices, Xue Jing did not ask Zhou Xuan how he wanted to use the sacrifices, whether it was "divination" or "shaping a god".

This time, Xuejing directly activated the "God Shaping"
Snow was falling in the Chenghuang Taoist Temple. A gust of wind blew the snow onto the altar of the Taoist temple.

In the wind and snow, Zhou Xuan seemed to hear the sound of "knife and axe chiseling stone", as if there really were skilled craftsmen carving statues in the snow.

He didn't know how many times he chiseled, but when the snowflakes settled, Zhou Xuan saw a person without a head appear on the altar.

Zhou Xuan once used three sacrifices, the scholar of pain, the temple master, and the coroner, to carve out the four limbs on the altar.

Now, the blood well consumes the vessel offering, shaping the statue so that only the head is missing.

Although the head was missing, Zhou Xuan had already guessed who the person on the altar was from his figure...

"Peach Blossom Wizard Peng Sheng?"

Zhou Xuan walked around the altar several times, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the statue's figure was exactly the same as Peng Sheng.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the image of Peng Sheng fighting to the death...

...Peng Sheng hung upside down on the ancestral tree, consuming his spirit and body, and using twenty-four pictures of gods to collide with the picture of heavenly ghosts of "Peng Hou".

"Brother Peng, you are the tragic high priest of the Tree Clan, but why are you here on the altar of my Blood Well?"

Zhou Xuan was very confused and went to ask about the Blood Well again.

Xuejing still didn't answer.

"Jingzi, you cover your mouth really tightly."

Since the blood well didn't say anything, Zhou Xuan could only guess.

"You want to create a Peng Sheng and let him teach me how to tattoo?"

The tattoo artist of Eight Incense Sticks gave Zhou Xuan guidance on tattooing and helped him to make the technique of Eight Incense Sticks more solid?

The eyes in the blood well looked up at the sky at the same time, without commenting on Zhou Xuan's answer.

"Jingzi, you've become a bad person recently. Forget it. I'm too lazy to guess."

After all, the statue of Peng Sheng was still missing a head, so even if I guessed it right, I could only watch.

Zhou Xuan cut off the connection to the secret realm. He lay on the bed and began to daydream again.

With the previous experience, Zhou Xuan was much more comfortable with this night tour.
This time when he was traveling at night, he no longer needed to whistle, and he was no longer a pair of eyes or a perspective.
When Zhou Xuan looked down at himself, he found that he was a blurry shadow floating in the air.

The shadow is huge, like a giant.
Zhou Xuan’s giant shadow really gives a sense of elegance as if he was “walking under the bright moon”.

“There’s a freedom to fly like an eagle.”

As Zhou Xuan was sighing, a powerful Buddhist aura came over him.

He immediately followed the direction of the aura and found that the Buddhist aura came from Pengjiashan.

"Pengjiashan! Old Li and the painter should be looking for Buddhist verses in Pengjiashan, right? Where does the Buddhist energy come from?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan controlled the huge blurry shadow and headed towards Pengjia Mountain at night...

……

The valley of Pengjia Mountain was sparsely populated, but all the high-ranking officials of Mingjiang Prefecture, including painters, musicians, Shang Wenjun, and others, had arrived.

Li Chengfeng told them that what they were looking for this time was a Buddhist verse, which was one meter square and felt like flesh when held in the hand.

Although the characteristics are clear, if you search randomly without any special method, it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fortunately, Shang Wenjun has her own methods.

The way the witch accumulates incense is to close her eyes and concentrate every day, feeling the breath and changes between heaven and earth.

At this moment, her body was suspended ten meters above the ground, her eyes slightly closed, feeling the Buddhist energy leaking out of Pengjia Mountain.
After feeling it for a long time, she determined the position, opened her eyes, and landed lightly.
"follow me."

Shang Wenjun led the team towards the location where the Buddha's energy was leaking.
When they reached a stream, Shang Wenjun produced a red thread from his hand and extended it into the stream.

Tens of thousands of red threads crossed the surface of the stream, then drilled into the stream bed, and continued to explore under the pebbles and soil for dozens of meters. One of the red threads first touched the "flesh object", and the rest of the red threads rushed forward and wrapped the object tightly.

After getting the red silk, Shang Wenjun controlled the silk thread to shorten and forcibly pulled the object up from dozens of meters underground.

The object was in the shape of a scroll, and as the red thread faded, it fell into Shang Wenjun's hands.

"Teacher Li, is this the Buddhist verse you are looking for?"

Li Chengfeng took the Buddhist verse with both hands, opened the scroll, and wrote nine words on it - Prajna Buddha Kingdom, Xunbo Great Heavenly King.

"It's what the young master wanted."

Li Chengfeng was overjoyed. After thanking Shang Wenjun, he rolled up the Buddhist verses again and wanted to lock them in the forbidden container.

The Buddhist verses of the present world seemed to come alive at this moment. The scroll rose into the sky and opened above everyone's heads. Suddenly, the sound of Buddhist music lingered in the air.
The pleasant Buddhist sounds made everyone hallucinate and they saw a hanging Buddhist temple.

The temple is filled with Buddhist music.

Qingfeng threw out the City God's ink line, and the ink line turned into nine, and one line became a bundle of lines.

This bundle of ink thread was wrapped around his head again and again, turning into ink-colored strips that sealed his ears and eyes.

Shang Wenjun used the witch's thousands of red silk threads to wrap herself into a flower cocoon to block out the bewitching Buddhist music.

The musician chanted a magic spell, and the ribs in his chest and abdomen grew rapidly, pierced out of his body, and became a bone harp.

He played the bone harp, using the sound of music to offset the Buddhist sounds.

The painter tore through the space and applied the laws of space, appearing behind the Buddhist verse in an instant.

His right hand turned into a claw and grabbed a corner of the Buddhist verse. Just as he was about to put it away, the Buddhist verse became restless and waved its hand, exhausting all its strength and emitting three Buddhist sounds.

"The great heavenly king has appeared in the world, and all the Buddhas of the Prajnaparamita Buddhaland have come to guide us."

Every Buddhist sound is a distress signal from the Buddha.
The Buddha's voice turned into a night cloud and fled in three different directions.

When the painter heard the content of the Buddhist sound, his face changed drastically. He immediately took out the sealed forbidden device from Qingfeng's body, first imprisoned the Buddha, and then tore through the space to chase after the three Buddhist sounds.

The first Buddhist sound did not escape far.

The painter emerged from the space, and two balls of divine fire burned the Buddhist sound to ashes.

The second Buddhist sound, the painter did the same thing, still using the law of space, and after catching up, a ball of Dao Yan fire burned,

After using the law of space twice in a row, the painter felt a little exhausted. He closed his eyes and gasped for a few moments before he tore through space to chase the third Buddhist sound.

“It’s hard to say whether I can catch up with the third Buddha sound or not.”

The painter's heart was beating as he moved quickly in the torn space, while at the same time he was sensing the fluctuations of Buddhist sounds in the real space.

"The great heavenly king has appeared in the world, and all the Buddhas of the Prajnaparamita Buddhaland have come to guide us."

When the painter heard the Buddhist sounds, he felt strange. The first two sounds were as loud as a bell, but the third sound was obviously weaker.

He tore the space apart and entered into reality, where he saw the Buddhist sound transformed into flowing clouds suspended in the air. The "clouds" seemed to be being eaten by some invisible object.

"This is?"

The painter did not dare to move forward rashly. After reciting the "Lucky Spell", he bit his tongue and sprayed blood onto his hands.

"Light the lamp to encourage good luck."

A ball of auspicious light lit up in the painter's palm. The auspicious light can see through the illusion.
The painter looked at Foyin Liuyun through the auspicious flame, and saw a giant with a very vague figure and appearance. It grabbed Foyin with both hands and bit it fiercely.

"The mind wanders."

The painter did not have the ability to travel in spirit, but he had seen descriptions of night travel in ancient books, which were exactly the same as the scene before his eyes.

"Only by burning nine incense sticks in the heavens and the gods on earth can one travel to the heavens."

Thinking of this, the painter hurriedly lowered his head, clasped his fists, and said, "Excuse me, which god is coming to Mingjiang Mansion to help?"

He was looking forward to the other party's response.
But the other party did not respond in a hurry. After eating the flowing cloud, he said with a little sarcasm: "Lao Hua, your Mingjiang Mansion is in such a bad state. Which god can help you?"

"Forehead……"

The painter felt that the voice was very familiar.

"Is this Mr. Little's voice!?"

Painters have lost their confidence because the perception required to travel into the outer space cannot be achieved by seven or eight incense sticks.

"Young master, can you travel at night?" The painter looked confused, very similar to Yun Ziliang.

"Old Hua, I can travel at night. Don't tell anyone about it, or I will eat you." Zhou Xuan's joking voice reached the painter's ears again.

This time, the painter no longer had any doubts. It was indeed Zhou Xuan's voice and tone.

But he still couldn't understand why a person who only burned two incense sticks could travel at night.

"Don't be stunned, Lao Hua, the Buddha's Revelation is extremely important. From now on, until tomorrow, you must guard it personally. This concerns the fate of Jingguo and Mingjiang Prefecture."

"Thank you for the reminder, young sir."

After the painter finished speaking, Zhou Xuan had no further response.

He was already in a trance, and returned to the store, sleeping peacefully.

The Buddhist verses were successfully found, and the Buddhist sounds for help were eliminated one by one. I had no more worries and could sleep soundly.

……

After Zhou Xuan slept until daybreak, he took a pen and paper, passed the Cleansing Wrongs Sutra, and entered the gap in time and space.

He is writing a letter to Sister Cui.

The content of the letter is as follows: Sister Cui, there is a bad guy hiding in Dongshi Street. Please lend me the key to the Feng Shui array of Dongshi Street. I want to close the Feng Shui of Dongshi Street and find the bad guy.

After Zhou Xuan folded the letter and put it in his pocket, he broke the gap in time and space, went downstairs, and went to Sister Cui's breakfast shop.

Mu Hua did not help in the store. Only Cui Jie was doing business at the door alone. Zhou Xuan walked into the store and placed the letter under the porcelain bowl of chopped green onions.

"Brother Zhou, what would you like to eat?"

"I want a bowl of beef noodles, a sugar cake, and a cup of soy milk."

"Do it right away."

Cui Jie entered the store and was going to make beef noodles for Zhou Xuan. As soon as she grabbed the noodles, she saw the letter.

She put down the noodles, opened the letter, read the envelope, and looked at Zhou Xuan outside the door.

Zhou Xuan looked at her and smiled faintly.

This is the tacit understanding between the two.

Sister Cui nodded, walked through the hall, and after a while, she came back, prepared the beef noodles, walked in front of Zhou Xuan, put them down, and at the same time, stuffed a simple letter into Zhou Xuan's pocket.

Zhou Xuan remained calm, finished his breakfast, and returned to Jingyi Store.

He used the Cleansing Wrongs Talisman again and read Cui Jie's reply in the gap between time and space.

"I can't completely control the Feng Shui formation. At 8 o'clock in the evening, I can close the Feng Shui formation on East Market Street for fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes? That seems a bit short, but if we work well together, we should be able to catch the tattooed demon."

Zhou Xuan pondered secretly: The tattooed evil spirit lurking in Dongshi Street has been captured after the Feng Shui formation is closed.

Who is going to catch the tattooed devil?

The painter has to keep an eye on Fojie and ask the musician and Li Chengfeng to come? No, they don't have the mobility.
In fifteen minutes, Zhou Xuan had to use "Spiritual Travel" to find the lurking tattooed evil ghost. After he had determined the location, it was not realistic for Li Chengfeng and the musicians to run over and capture it.

The territory of Dongshi Street is not short.

"flexibility?"

Zhou Xuan thought of a candidate, Xia Jin, who had been clearing out tattooed evil spirits in Dongshi Street.

Xia Jin shot the King of Monument to death with three arrows. He was a member of the "Divine Arrow" hall, and his golden feather arrows had an extremely long range.

"With his help, I can shoot the tattooed evil ghost to death. Then I can use the night-walking method to capture the evil ghost's soul."

All Zhou Xuan wanted was news about the tattooed evil ghost—news about the tattooed forbidden area and the three-headed stone Buddha.

He didn't care whether to capture him alive or to arrest his soul.

"Everything is ready, we just need to wait for the right time."

Zhou Xuan took out a pen and paper and wrote a letter to Xia Jin - tonight at 8 o'clock, capture the tattooed evil ghost on Dongshi Street. I will show you the way, and you just shoot.

After folding the letter, Zhou Xuan opened the window, made a "drawing a bow and arrow" motion, and threw the letter onto the tree branch across the street...

……

Xia Jin stood on the south hill of Dongshi Street, his hawk-like eyes watching the unusual movements on Dongshi Street.

"Why did Zhou Xuan suddenly make the bow-drawing motion?"

He looked over and saw a letter gently falling on the tree.

As an archer, skill is important, but above skill, eyesight is the most important. After he saw the letter, he raised his right hand, opened the long wooden box under his feet, and a bow and a feather arrow were hanging in front of him.

He draws his bow like a full moon, and his arrow flies like a shooting star.

The powerful feather arrow drew an arc in the air and flew to the tree across the street from Zhou Xuan. After picking up the letter paper, it drew a circle in the air along the existing arc and flew back to Xia Jin's hand.

After Xia Jin opened the letter, he looked towards Zhou Xuan's shop and said softly, "I have been in Dongshi Street for several days and have not found any evil ghosts. Can Zhou Xuan find any?"

He was somewhat skeptical, as archers were always confident in their eyesight.

But he didn't know that Zhou Xuan's ability to find evil ghosts did not rely on his clear eyesight, but on his understanding of tattooed evil ghosts.

"Eight o'clock in the evening, wait and see."

Xia Jin loosened his hands, and the arrows and bow automatically returned to the long wooden box.

At this moment, a white lantern and a black lantern flew from a very far distance and hovered above Xia Jin.

The white lantern belongs to Li Chengfeng, representing the Sun-Watching God of Mingjiang Prefecture.

The black lantern belongs to Shang Wenjun, representing the night-watching god of Mingjiang Mansion.

Two lanterns issued an urgent command at the same time.

"An unusual incident occurred in Mingjiang Prefecture. All the wandering gods, please return to your office immediately."

"If I return to the company now, won't that delay Zhou Xuan's business?"

Xia Jin said to the two lanterns, "Masters of the Day and Night, I have to help Zhou Xuan capture the tattooed evil ghost, so I'm sorry I can't return to the company."

"It's okay, just help the young master."

The White Lantern sent a message, allowing Xia Jin not to return to the company.

……

At seven o'clock in the evening, Zhou Xuan had already begun preparations for the arrest - inviting Zhao Wuya to drink.

As soon as the Feng Shui formation of Dongshi Street moves, the Taoist priest will be able to find Cui Jie's trace.
What was Zhao Wuya doing in Dongshi Street? Wasn’t it to capture the Dongshan Fox—Cui Jie?

Since Zhou Xuan had taken the initiative to ask Sister Cui to activate the Feng Shui formation, he couldn't let Sister Cui be exposed, so he decided to get Zhao Wuya drunk.

He also informed Yun Ziliang about this matter.

"Landlord, are you in such a hurry to treat me to a drink?"

Zhao Wuya rode his donkey to the door of Jingyi Shop. He tied the donkey to a telephone pole and went into the shop.

"We're all brothers, isn't it normal to have a drink?"

Zhou Xuan closed the shop door, and Yun Ziliang picked up the white wine and poured a full cup for Zhao Wuya.

"I can't drink that much."

"You don't even give face to Grandmaster Grandpa?"

"This has nothing to do with face..."

Before Zhao Wuya could finish his sentence, Yun Ziliang held him down and forced him to drink a whole cup.

"Grandpa Master, I want to eat some vegetables."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Wouldn't you get drunk if you didn't eat?"

"If you don't want to get drunk, what's the point of drinking?" Yun Ziliang poured Zhao Wuya another glass of strong liquor.

"Can I have some peanuts?"

Zhao Wuya wailed helplessly.
As Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang urged him to drink, Zhao Wuya slid under the table and even pouring water on him could not wake him up.

"What is the name of this wine?" Yun Ziliang asked Zhou Xuan.

"It's so boring that even a donkey can't stand drinking too much."

"You did remind me."

Yun Ziliang held the wine jar and walked towards the donkey. The donkey thought the wine jar was filled with sugar water and flirted with Yun.
After a big drink, the big black donkey fainted.

After dealing with Zhao Wuya and the big black donkey, Zhou Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and went up to the second floor, biding his time to capture the tattooed evil ghost.

"Ten minutes left."

Zhou Xuan opened the window and paid attention to the atmosphere in Dongshi Street.
Ten minutes passed quickly. When the pocket watch pointed to eight o'clock, East Market Street had changed. The air, which was originally slightly yellow, became much clearer...

(End of this chapter)