Day and night tour

Chapter 229 Tree Gate
"The dragon-riding method can break the forbidden area?" Zhou Xuan was a little surprised.

"This has to start with the principle of the forbidden land."

Yun Ziliang is a leader among dragon-seeking masters. Concerning his understanding of feng shui and terrain, there are few in the entire Jing country who are better than him.

"The forbidden land is a unique type of terrain. It uses some clever methods to speed up the flow of time, causing the land to rot and decay.
The land of the Well Country all has its lifespan, but it is extremely long, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years...

Once the land dies, it will die, and all the laws of the land will become invalid.

Without the laws of the Well Kingdom, no one can find the location of this land, not even the gods.
It is no longer part of the Well Country."

"Since it's not part of the Well Country, how are you going to find it?"

"The decay and decline of the land is not irreversible." Yun Ziliang said: "As long as there are people, there will be vitality. The vitality will seep into the land and breed aura underground. This aura will condense for a long time and become dragon energy."

He pointed to the ground with his right hand and said, "When there are many people, the dragon energy is strong; when there are few people, the dragon energy is weak. The so-called dragon energy is nothing but human energy."

"Grandmaster, is this how you understand dragon energy?"

Zhao Wuya asked with confusion.

"Sensing" and "acupoint pressing" belong to the same branch of dragon-seeking, but there are great differences in the understanding of dragon-seeking.

The "point-pointing" school attaches great importance to the terrain of mountains and rivers, and believes that only the treasure land and fairy mountains of geomancy can hide the dragon.

——Those who live in vast mountains and rivers can see the dragon.

Yun Ziliang didn't think so. He said to Zhao Wuya, "A place with beautiful terrain and beautiful mountains and rivers is called a dragon gathering place. This kind of gathering only magnifies the scale of the dragon energy.
If there are seven or eight families, the dragon energy will rise. If the geomancy of this place is determined by "pointing the acupoints", thousands of families will be attracted to live here, and the dragon energy will flourish.
But in the final analysis, the terrain and mountains are auxiliary, and the root of dragon energy is human energy.
To abandon the power of others and pursue the terrain is to confuse the priorities and is like buying the casket and returning the pearl. "

Zhao Wuya immediately understood what Yun Ziliang was teaching him on the spot. He closed his eyes and began to ponder. Occasionally, he would put a peanut into his mouth and chew it. It was rare to see him so serious.

"After thinking about this, Yazi stopped being rude and pretending, and he even looked much more handsome."

Zhou Xuan raised the wine glass and touched it with Yun Ziliang, saying: "You said that where there are people, there is dragon energy. There are tens of thousands of tattoo people in the tattoo forbidden land. They should have gathered a big dragon underground."

"That's right. Three hundred years won't allow the rotten forbidden land to produce a complete law, but it will be able to gather a large dragon.
This dragon is far inferior to Mingjiang Zulong, but with its dragon power, it will not be a problem for it to break through the edge of the forbidden area and open a passage for us to enter the forbidden area."

Yun Ziliang said: "So, we need to study the power attribute of the Buddhist verse and send in a dragon-riding talisman.

That dragon is not very big, and the way I ride a dragon is not to control it to do something extraordinary, I just need to make it rush around randomly.

It’s not difficult to operate.”

With Yun Ziliang's firm promise, Zhou Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

There are a few things that are particularly important at the moment.
The most important thing is to break into the forbidden area of ​​tattoo and kill the three-headed stone Buddha.

The three-headed stone Buddha was the first arrival of the Prajnaparamita Kingdom to the Well Kingdom. He contained many secrets about the Prajnaparamita Kingdom.

The next step is to investigate the Zulong pollution incident in Mingjiang Mansion. Behind the Zulong pollution, there are several evil gods. They are the time bombs of Mingjiang Mansion. If they are not dismantled in time, it will be a big disaster.

The painter has already contacted people from Huangyuan Prefecture to deduce this matter. At the same time, he has also united three gangs to arrest the kidnapper Mo Tingsheng, and then follow the clues to find Jingdeng, the subordinate of the evil god.

In addition to these two things, there is another bomb in Mingjiang Mansion that may explode at any time - the Ballad of a Hundred Ghosts.

The Hundred Demons' Song is the body of the Hundred Demons' Mother. Although the Hundred Demons' Mother needs a god-level container to wake up,
The conditions for awakening are harsh. She seems unable to detonate, but her explosion is powerful.

The Mother of a Hundred Ghosts is even more powerful than the Great Heavenly King. Once she wakes up, no one in Mingjiang Prefecture will be able to compete with her.

“Lao Yun, do you think Baigui Yao Muhua is very strange—even the people of the Tattoo Ancient Clan can’t sense his aura.”

"Yes, he is very strange, and there is more to him than that." Yun Ziliang said, "He looks very much like you."

"I know what you mean. He is not my person in the mirror. I have checked it before." After Zhou Xuan got the concept of the person in the mirror from the wine-boiling monk, the first thing he did when he returned home was to test with Mu Hua to see if they were each other's people in the mirror.

After testing, I found that it was not.

"I didn't think it was a problem before, but now... Xiao Zhou, in the history of Jingguo, you were in Pengjia Town as a young Nuo God. After accepting the arrival of the Peach Blossom Tree, you smashed the three-headed stone Buddha, and then your body collapsed. Your Nuo God aura entered the forbidden area of ​​tattoos.
Your aura has entered the forbidden area, Muhua is the egg of the Hundred Ghosts Monument in the forbidden area, and the two of you look very similar... I'm afraid it won't make sense if there is no inextricable connection between you. "

"But the history of Pengjia Town has only changed in the past two days."

Zhou Xuan looked at the dark night outside and said.

"It's hard to say. Don't forget that Nuo is the god of destiny. Although you haven't comprehended the law of destiny yet, fate is very strange to you."

Yun Ziliang said.

"I'll wait until tomorrow morning and go see Muhua."

Zhou Xuan asked Yun Ziliang again: "By the way, where is Fifth Senior Brother? Why don't I see him?"

"Oh, Li Chengfeng called him and asked him to go away, saying that the Buddhist verse research needed an excellent knifeman."

"I guess Fifth Brother is not happy either. He has been in low spirits recently and has been running Jingyi's business listlessly. Now he is asked to work as a knifeman in the Bone Society. He must be bored."

Zhou Xuan was chatting with Yun Ziliang about his fifth senior brother when a shout from outside the door interrupted their conversation.

"Is Brother Zhou here?"

Zhou Xuan heard Cui Jie calling at the door outside the store, so he opened the door and stuck his head out: "Cui Jie, it's so late, why are you still awake?"

"Brother Zhou, is the Metropolitan still open now?" Sister Cui asked Zhou Xuan.

"Yes, Metropolitan is a nightclub and does business at night." Zhou Xuan was a little puzzled as to why Sister Cui suddenly asked about Metropolitan.

Sister Cui pulled Mu Hua out from behind her and said with a sweet smile, "Hua Zi is well now. I want to celebrate. I'll invite you to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I'll treat you all."

At this time, Mu Hua timidly called Zhou Xuan: "Brother Zhou."

"Oh, is your brain okay?"

Zhou Xuan was also surprised. Mu Hua had a hard time laughing and could not speak the simplest words clearly. His language ability was even worse than that of a two-year-old child.

Now he speaks, although briefly, but his pronunciation and tone are fluent and vivid.

"I started to have a fever last night, and I've been feeling sluggish all day..."

Zhou Xuan did remember that when he went to Cuijie's house for breakfast this morning, Muhua did not come out to help.

"Muhua just suddenly said to me, 'I'm hungry.' So I went to make noodles for him. After he finished eating, he actually said to me, 'Sister, the noodles you made are really delicious.'"

Cui Jie couldn't suppress her happiness and excitement, and said, "I never expected Huazi to get better in my life, but I didn't expect that he would get better..."

She was excited.
Zhou Xuan was surprised - the history of Pengjia Town changed last night, and Mu Hua also started to have a fever last night, and then he recovered his ability to speak, and was no longer as dull as before.

"Old Yun..."

"Don't call me... I'm thinking too."

Yun Ziliang felt that his words had come true.

"Sister Cui, Huazi... Actually..." Zhou Xuan didn't know how to explain to Sister Cui.
Just tell Sister Cui directly - there is a "Mother of All Ghosts" living in Huazi's body who can wake up at any time?
Or tell her that Huazi is the most dangerous person in Mingjiang Mansion now?
Sister Cui must be so worried.

If you have a sister at home, you can better understand her feelings.

Zhou Xuan didn't want to tell Cui Jie the truth for the time being, especially when he saw that Hua Zi looked so much like himself when he was a child.

When Zhou Xuan was a child, he was a little shy. When shopping with his mother, he always liked to hide behind her.

"Sister Cui, Huazi has recovered from his illness. It's worth celebrating. I'll drive you to the Metropolitan Museum of Art later, but you can't pay. You helped me a lot today. No matter what, I have to pay."

"This……"

"No such thing. If you don't let me pay, I won't take you to the Metropolitan."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile: "Celebration is the most important thing, it doesn't matter who pays."

"That's okay then."

"Yazi, go and wake up Xiao Fuzi. Tell him to wake up before he falls asleep."

After Zhou Xuan finished explaining, he said to Sister Cui: "Sister Cui, Huazi is cured, but not completely. I have learned some methods of physical examination and want to check with Huazi alone. What do you think..."

"That's great, Huazi, follow your brother Zhou into the store."

Huazi lowered his head and walked out from behind Cuijie.

Zhou Xuan took Hua Zi into the bedroom on the second floor. After closing the door, he said to Mu Hua, "Hua Zi, raise your right hand and extend your middle finger."

"Ugh……."

Mu Hua's intelligence has now returned to normal, so there is no need for help in the movements. He slowly extends the middle finger of his right hand.

Zhou Xuan also stretched out his right middle finger and placed it on Mu Hua's middle finger.

As soon as I touched it,

Zhou Xuan had a strange feeling, as if Mu Hua was a part of his body.

The air temperature dropped suddenly between the two people, and a piece of material that looked like both glass and a thin layer of ice quickly condensed.

“We are each other’s mirror.”

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but mutter.

He and Mu Hua are indeed people in the mirror.

In addition to the ice layer, Zhou Xuan also felt the howling sounds of hundreds of ghosts in Mu Hua's body.

Those voices collided in a chaotic manner.

But at the same time,
Zhou Xuan was still in Mu Hua's body and felt a "breath of the Nuo god".

The strength of the breath is exactly the same as that in Zhou Xuan's body.

"Nuo God, I am the person in your mirror. Break the ice and I will become one with you. My incense will be your incense. We will become one and become the guardian gods of the world."

A highly inciting voice emanated from Mu Hua's body and entered Zhou Xuan's mind.

Zhou Xuan forcibly suppressed the urge to break the ice and retracted his fingers. The ice was not broken but slowly melted.

"Fate is indeed somewhat unpredictable."

Zhou Xuan already understood what was going on. He reached out and patted Mu Hua on the shoulder, saying, "Hua Zi, your illness is indeed cured. You have recovered completely."

Mu Hua followed Zhou Xuan downstairs. When he was about to turn the corner, he gently tugged at the corner of Zhou Xuan's clothes: "Brother Zhou, you can't tell your sister about Bing's matter, right?"

Zhou Xuan suddenly looked back, and for a moment, it seemed as if he was in another world. When he was a child, he would communicate with his mother in a low voice when no one was around.

When he saw Mu Hua, he seemed to see the cycle of fate.

"If you don't tell her, she'll worry."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he went downstairs.
"Huazi, are you well again?" Xiao Fuzi, who was standing in front of the car door, saw the "recovered" Mu Hua and gave him a warm hug.

Mu Hua, who was hugged tightly, smiled secretly, and took out a pebble from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Fuzi: "Afu, I picked it up on the street a few days ago. I polished it every day, and now it is very beautiful."

When Xiao Fuzi saw the pebble that had been polished to a warm texture, he held it in his hand, unwilling to let it go.

"Sister Cui, Huazi has recovered. We have to be happy tonight. We have to be excited and agitated."

"Landlord Zhou, we are going to the metropolis, what should I do with my donkey?"

"You can ride your donkey to the metropolis."

"..." Zhao Wuya.

"Why don't you get on the donkey because it's too slow?"

Zhou Xuan opened the car door and sent the group to the metropolis.

Zhao Wuya, Xiao Fuzi, Cui Jie, Mu Hua and the others went in first, while Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang leaned against the car door and smoked.

"How is it?" Yun Ziliang asked Zhou Xuan.

"Muhua is the person in my mirror." Zhou Xuan asked Yun Ziliang: "There is a layer of ice between the two of us."

"It's true." "Muhua's body contains the Yao of Hundred Ghosts and my Nuo God's aura," Zhou Xuan exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "So, Pengjia Town became a forbidden area, and my aura also entered it - my aura, and the aura of the Mother of Hundred Ghosts, together formed that monument egg."

Yun Ziliang nodded and said, "So, half of the Yaoi Yaoi is you, and the other half is the Mother of Hundred Ghosts. What an unpredictable fate."

"I already sighed like this before you sighed." Zhou Xuan said, "But that's not right. The history of Pengjia Town has only changed in the past two days. Mu Hua looked very similar to me when he was born. Isn't this very strange?"

"You are the descendant of the God of Destiny. Fate is also a kind of destiny. The gears of your destiny have already started turning.

Before you change history, there are only some signs of fate.

Once you change history, destiny will come true."

When Zhou Xuan heard this answer, he suddenly remembered and said, "Old Yun, don't tell me, I just felt something was wrong when I arrived at Mingjiang Mansion.
When I got off the train station, I saw the streets of Mingjiangfu and for no reason I felt extremely familiar, as if I had been to this place before.
Then I went into Cuijie's house and the coffin—I even felt like I had lain in it before."

"If I'm not mistaken, that coffin is the one that Hundred Ghosts has lain in, including the one you opened the store diagonally opposite Cui Jie.

These are all signs that fate is turning.”

Yun Ziliang talked about Mu Hua again: "Mu Hua is your mirror image. As a mirror image, you should look similar, be similar in intelligence, and even have similar personalities.
His birth is the start of your destiny, but because history has not changed, your aura has not yet entered the monument egg.
His consciousness is incomplete, and his emotions are not complete. After history changed, his fate changed, and he naturally became your real person in the mirror. "

After hearing this, Zhou Xuan asked again: "The people in the mirror can merge. If they merge, what will happen?"

"The people in the mirror also have primary and secondary roles. It goes without saying who is the primary and who is the secondary, you and Mu Hua. Once you merge, the two souls will fuse, and the secondary person in the mirror will die."

Yun Ziliang added: "Of course, there are benefits as well. The fusion of the two souls will double the progress of cultivation..."

“Don’t merge.”

Zhou Xuan spoke in a decisive tone before Yun Ziliang finished speaking.

Mu Hua has Zhou Xuan's aura in his body. Among the people in the mirror, he is naturally secondary, and Zhou Xuan is the primary.

Once the two merge, Namuhua will die.

"I can't let a good friend die for the sake of incense." Zhou Xuan said, "Besides, Mu Hua's body is sealed with the Hundred Ghosts Song. Once I merge with him and Mu Hua dies, the Hundred Ghosts Song will see the light of day again."

Regardless of personal feelings or the overall situation, Zhou Xuan cannot integrate Mu Hua.

"The Hyakki Ya is sealed in Muhua's body?"

Yun Ziliang asked.

"Yes, Baiguiyao also instigated me to merge with Muhua - as long as I merge, she will come out."

"That really can't be integrated." Yun Ziliang didn't want to persuade Zhou Xuan to integrate Mu Hua. He knew Zhou Xuan couldn't do such a thing.
Facing the enemy, Zhou Xuan was as cruel as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
But Zhou Xuan is extremely respectful to his friends in every aspect.

"It's just incense. If I want it, I can save it myself."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he entered the metropolis.

Now, things are clear - Mu Hua needs to be well protected in the future. As long as he kills the three-headed stone Buddha, he will not know that Bai Gui Yao lives in his body.

"On that day, Muhua will be free."

……

People were listening to music and drinking in the metropolis.
In just a few days, the singer Bai Guang, who the Metropolitan Museum of Art has spent a lot of effort to promote, has become a hot singer.
As soon as she came on stage, she was cheered by the guests with whistles.

When Bai Guang was singing, he also saw Zhou Xuan. During the song, he bowed to Zhou Xuan from time to time.

"Xiao Zhou, is Bai Gexing familiar with you?"

"Very familiar with her. I recommended her to the Metropolitan." Zhou Xuan said.

"Both the ancient and white singers are very familiar to you, yet you still ask us not to listen to decadent music. You are decadence itself."

Yun Ziliang was very jealous.

"Good popularity, that's it."

Zhou Xuan was listening to songs and drinking wine.
After the song was over, the host came on stage and said into the pillar-mounted microphone: "Dear guests, today's Metropolis is a joyful Metropolis, the number one nightclub in Mingjiang Prefecture.

Since we are number one, we naturally have to invite some important guests. The one who will come on stage is the storyteller Feng Moyan, whom we have invited from Paramount.

I'm afraid many guests have heard him give lectures.

He talks about women vividly.
He talks about men, and every one of them is a hero.

He talks about ghosts and monsters, which can scare you to the point that your heart beats faster..."

The host flattered the storyteller "Feng Mo Yan" mercilessly.
There were already some curious guests in the audience, whistling, cheering, and calling for Feng Moyan to come on stage.

Yun Ziliang said to Zhou Xuan: "Xiao Zhou, I met your fellow student. I feel that even though he brags so much, he can't actually beat you in explaining books."

Zhao Wuya turned his head and asked Zhou Xuan: "Landlord, can you also tell stories?"

"My mother's incense stick is the storyteller, Yazi."

Zhou Xuan was a little happy.
When he and Zhao Wuya were fighting against Liu Shen together, they had clearly seen the storyteller's dream-realizing technique. Why didn't this Yazi remember it?

Zhou Xuan held the wine glass and watched the stage with great interest. He loved to listen to folk art in his previous life. After coming to Jingguo, although he occasionally heard a few pieces of folk art on the street, the level of those storytellers was not very high.
This Feng Moyan was invited from Paramount, so he must be quite capable.

"I wonder if it is better than the storytellers of my previous life."

Feng Moyan walked onto the stage amid the host's ruthless flattery and the audience's constant calls.

"This typhoon has the demeanor of a great man."

Zhou Xuan was very excited.

When a storyteller comes on stage, it is the audience's first impression of him.

If you walk too fast, you will lack grace; if you walk too slowly, you will seem listless.
Not too fast or too slow, and unhurried, it sets a paradigm that can reassure the audience and make them like the storyteller, who has something interesting to offer.

Among storytellers of the same level, the one with a more steady stage presence tends to receive more applause and cheers.

"Master talked about voice, stage, shape and performance. This Feng Moyan has already achieved three of them before he even opened his voice."

"Dear audience, I am the storyteller of Paramount, my name is Feng Moyan, some of you may know me, I would like to thank you,

Today, I am here to talk about a book I wrote, Liangzi.
If a piece of writing has no title, it will not go far. This piece of writing, Liang, naturally has a title, which is called "Fake Man".

Feng Moyan slammed the table with his hoarse but powerful voice, and began: "I use this book to satirize some fake people,

What is false? What is true?
Most of you here are real people. Our names are real, our looks are real, our bodies are real.

But some people have fake names, fake looks, and fake bodies.

For example, there was a lecturer in Pingshui Prefecture. In my opinion, he was a fake person.
This person’s surname is Zhou and his name is Xuan…”

"Zhou Xuan?"

For a moment, most of the audience pieced together the name Feng Moyan said and formed the two words "Zhou Xuan".

Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya both looked at Zhou Xuan.

"Pingshuifu Storyteller Zhou Xuan, can you be more targeted?"

Zhou Xuan was despised in person, but he didn't feel angry. He just felt that this storyteller was of great importance.

"Dummy? That's quite true."

Zhou Xuan’s name was indeed fake, and his figure and appearance were also fake—he was a person from his previous life.

"Feng Moyan...Mr. Feng?"

When Zhou Xuan thought of this, he had already grasped the dominoes in his right hand and was ready to crush them without hesitation.
Just as he was about to exert force, Feng Moyan on the stage suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he appeared in front of Zhou Xuan's seat.

The folding fan in his hand stabbed at Zhou Xuan's neck.
But Zhou Xuan had disappeared, and Feng Moyan's folding fan had pierced into the leather cushion of Zhou Xuan's backrest.

Zhou Xuan was standing on the storytelling stage at this time, looking at Feng Moyan from afar, with the dominoes in his hand already crushed.

"The reaction was very quick."

Feng Moyan stared at Zhou Xuan - he couldn't figure out how Zhou Xuan escaped his fatal blow.

"Fortunately, I have a strong sense now."

Zhou Xuan also secretly broke into a sweat. His perception had just sensed the danger. He immediately used his perception to activate his divine armor horse and teleported to the stage, avoiding Feng Moyan's folding fan.

Attack and defense, dangers are everywhere.

"boom!"

A ball of Taoist fire appeared beside Zhou Xuan, and the painter tore through space and walked out.

"Little sir?"

"That storyteller wants to kill me. His name is Feng Moyan. Could he be the kidnapper in the legend - Mr. Feng?"

When the painter heard this, he glanced at Feng Moyan, took out the bone card from his chest, and said, "The Bone Elders will handle the case, and all outsiders, please leave."

The metropolis was Gu Ling’s metropolis. There were also people from the city god’s household among the audience, and they helped the painter to drive away the guests. Their incense was not very strong, so the painter motioned to them - you should leave too.

Zhou Xuan signaled Zhao Wuya to take Yun Ziliang and the others away first.

People go and disperse,

In the huge hall, only Feng Moyan, Zhou Xuan and the painter were left.

Just at this time,

Zhou Xuan felt the connection on his wrist getting tighter and hotter...

……

The Zhou family's ancestral tree suddenly grew rapidly under Zhou Lingyi's urging.

"Mr. Yuan, I'll take you to Mingjiang Mansion."

Zhou Lingyi drew a talisman in the air and gently pushed the talisman, and the talisman entered the ancestral tree.

The ancestral tree threw down two willow branches, grabbed Yuan Buyu's wrist, and pulled hard.

Yuan Buyu's figure disappeared without a trace.

Each of the nine ancestral trees in Jing State has its own unique abilities.

The ability of the Peach Blossom Tree is "blessing". After being blessed by it, Peng Sheng can use the Eight Incense Sticks Divine Picture to fight against the Heavenly Ghost Picture of Peng Hou Dazu.

The ability of the Ginkgo ancestor tree is "imprisonment". It can build a prison and lock up the Great Heavenly King.

The ability of the willow tree is the "tree gate", which can send others to the disciples connected to it.

It is precisely because of this ability that Zhou Lingyi dared to let Zhou Xuan go to Mingjiang Mansion openly.

"Brother, I'm always here."

……

When Zhou Xuan's wrist was connected, like a piece of red-hot iron, he seemed to be driven by some kind of will, and pulled his hand back behind him.
Yuan Buyu, a living person, was unexpectedly pulled in front of Zhou Xuan.

"Master?" Zhou Xuan suddenly became excited when he saw Yuan Buyu.

"Good disciple, Master is here to help you."

"Are you the storyteller with seven incense sticks in Pingshui Prefecture?" the painter asked.

"Painter, Lao Yuan is here to show his respect."

After greeting the painter, Yuan Buyu opened his folding fan with a snap and said to Feng Moyan sternly, "Brother Feng, two days ago, you went to Pingshui Prefecture and said that someone wanted to kill my apprentice. I never thought that the person who killed my apprentice was actually you..."

(End of this chapter)