Day and night tour

Chapter 233: Peaceful Monk

Zhou Xuan really wants to interrogate Shi Weitian now, but Mr. Feng and Shi Weitian are being transported from Xueyuan Prefecture to Mingjiang Prefecture by the painter, which will take some time, so they cannot be interrogated at the moment.

Zhou Xuan stopped talking about the Corridor River and said to Yuan Buyu,
"Master, thank you for today."

"How can I help?" Yuan Buyu felt a little embarrassed. He, a storyteller who had been reading for seven incense sticks, was perfectly suppressed by Senior Brother Feng.

but,

My disciple, please do your best.

In the day tour, he chased Mr. Feng to four mansions, and then used the storyteller's method to make Mr. Feng enter his dream directly.

"Good disciple, I think you will be the number one storyteller in ten years. I think it will take less than ten years."

Yuan Buyu's mood improved a lot, and as the duration of the ancestral tree "Tree Gate" had expired, he was pulled back to Pingshui Prefecture.

Just before his figure disappeared, Yuan Buyu waved at Zhou Xuan and shouted, "You, my disciple, make me happy."

Just rejoice?
Ever since the big black donkey had greatly delighted the suffering scholar, Zhou Xuan found it difficult to look directly at the word "delight".

"It's time to inform Lao Yun and the others to go home."

Mr. Feng's problem has been solved and the crisis has been resolved.

Zhou Xuan went on another day trip. His spirit arrived at Mingxi District and found the Meite car driven by Zhao Wuya. He wrapped his spirit around the car and said, "Yazi, Mr. Feng has been arrested. You can go home now."

"receive."

Zhao Wuya made a "Yeah" gesture to the windshield of the car to celebrate his survival.

……

Pawnshop No. 81, Xishan Street, is the most prosperous area in Mingxi District.

Mo Tingsheng paced back and forth in the pawnshop, waiting anxiously.

After a long time, a man in a black wizard robe suddenly appeared in the lobby of the pawnshop.

This man has many "eye" tattoos on his face and neck.

He is the current high priest of the ancient tattoo tribe - Baiyan.

On the back of the Hundred-Eyed High Priest, there is a bulge as big as a head. It is the Dharmakaya of the "Realm of Ten Thousand Colors" that has descended into his body.

The three-headed stone Buddha has three dharmakayas: Daluo Heaven, the Realm of Ten Thousand Colors, and the Hell of No Form.

Now, the "Realm of Ten Thousand Colors" has descended into the body of the High Priest of the Hundred Eyes and walked out of the forbidden area in order to find the same kind in the Buddhist Kingdom, seek help, and kill Zhou Xuan.

The first person of his kind from the Buddhist kingdom that the High Priest of a Hundred Eyes found through the Nether Stone was Mo Tingsheng.

"Lord Wanse, how is Mr. Feng?"

"I can't find him." Wan Se Jie said, "He is the one without a gap in the human world, but I am not."

Baiyan said: "The last time I saw him was in Xueyuan Prefecture, which is thousands of miles away from Mingjiang Prefecture. The ancestor and I were powerless."

Baiyan and Wansejie wanted to save Mr. Feng, but their legs were too weak.

Not everyone has mastered the laws of space, and not everyone is free from human distance.

If everyone were like a dragon, able to travel thousands of miles in an instant, the painter would not have become the first priest of the Bone Elders Society, and Mr. Feng would not have been able to kill seven Bone Elders in one day, forcing the Saints of the Bone Elders Society to sit at the negotiation table and turn a blind eye to the Kidnappers' Hall.

"Sometimes going too fast is not a good thing, as it makes it difficult for comrades to help." Wan Sejie said.

When Mo Tingsheng heard that Mr. Feng had disappeared, he knew that he was in danger. He was filled with anger and slapped the counter of the pawnshop. He then asked, "Where is Zhou Xuan? Was he killed?"

"With our abilities, we dare not act rashly."

The eyes of the High Priest of a Hundred Eyes have extremely special abilities. They can see into the past and also see certain guidance for the future.

He naturally saw Yuan Buyu, the storyteller of seven incense sticks, protecting Zhou Xuan's body.

"The storyteller's sect has extremely high combat power. If I fight him head-on, I may not be able to win."

The High Priest of the Hundred Eyes said very frankly that Mr. Feng was able to escape from the control of the dream calmly with his understanding of the storytelling dream, but he was different. Once he fell into the dream, it would be difficult for him to escape.

"Moreover, I also saw that the ancestral tree had awakened. The ancestral tree of the Zhou family has a "tree gate". The Zhou family can at least send Zhou Lingyi to Mingjiang Prefecture, and perhaps also send the rest of the wandering gods to Pingshui Prefecture.

I haven't paid attention to the strength of the Pingshui Mansion's wandering gods for many years, and I don't know what level they are at, let alone act rashly." Wan Se Jie said.

Mo Tingsheng shook his head and said, "If the Zhou family's ancestral tree has awakened, then you were right not to go and confront Yuan Buyu.

Pingshui Prefecture is very special. There are no gods in the prefecture, only sleeping Nuo gods.
The people of this land were nourished by the fighting spirit of the Nuo God like spring rain, making them all very capable and good at fighting.
The 獠鬼 are an example. They have low abilities but are not afraid of death. They came together to attack our hall.
The little 獠鬼 has such fighting spirit, not to mention the Pingshui Wandering Gods. They all went to other places to learn skills, and then returned to Pingshui Prefecture to work. Their fighting spirit is much stronger than that of the disciples of the same level. "

"Can the will to fight make up for the difference in incense?" Baiyan didn't quite understand what Mo Tingsheng meant by being good at fighting. They were in the forbidden area day and night and hadn't fought for a long time.

Mo Tingsheng smiled and said, "I can't make up for too much, but you and I are both seven incense sticks. You are timid before the battle, and I am full of vigor. Isn't it obvious who will win and who will lose?
Zhou Xuanxiang's incense is very mediocre, but his heart is full of fighting spirit. Whoever he meets, even if he cannot defeat them, he will definitely fight back without any hesitation. "

"I have seen it."

Baiyan saw the fighting process in the metropolis. Zhou Xuan took the great risk of having his throat pierced and used his bone teeth to hit Mr. Feng's folding fan.
This collision revealed Mr. Feng's weakness - he was extremely fast, but only lasted for the duration of an incense stick.

A flaw would cost one's life. Unless one is extremely eager to fight and disregards life and death, it is impossible to do it.

After Zhou Xuan realized Mr. Feng's weakness, he did not wait and acted calmly. Instead, he used his magical armor horse and bone teeth to turn defense into offense, as if the person being assassinated was not him, but Mr. Feng.

"The will to fight is extremely effective." Wansejie's understanding of "the will to fight" is much deeper than that of the High Priest of the Hundred Eyes.

Three hundred years ago in Pengjia Town, the Peach Blossom Wizard Peng Sheng led the tree tribe to rebel against Peng Hou. Relying on the blessing of the ancestral peach blossom tree and his fierce fighting spirit, he defeated Peng Hou and his strength dropped drastically. Until now, he has not yet reached the level of Nine Incense Sticks.

Over the years, Peng Hou, a sky-god-level alien, has been challenged several times by the nine incense sticks from other halls.
If it weren't for the support of the ancient clan controlled by the three-headed stone Buddha, the Tattoo Hall would have lost its position in the sky.

"The gods of Pingshui Prefecture support Zhou Xuan, and the four great priests of Mingjiang Prefecture now all obey his orders. Even Mr. Lian Feng can't do anything to him. Monk Taiping, you have to make a decision."

Wansejie wants to kill Zhou Xuan, otherwise, given the deep bond between Zhou Xuan and the ancient Tattoo clan, the Tattoo forbidden land will definitely be found by him.

The forbidden area was destroyed, the Mother of All Demons could not descend upon the Well Country, and the three-hundred-year plan of the Three-Headed Stone Buddha was ruined.

In order to discuss future plans, Wansejie controlled Baiyan to fall into a deep sleep and started a discussion with Mo Tingsheng.

"It is too difficult to kill Zhou Xuan now. The Zhou family's ancestral tree is connected to him, the old painter Gu is supporting him, he has his own magic weapon, and his induction ability has entered the realm of trance. Even Mr. Feng cannot assassinate him."

Mo Tingsheng lit up a cigarette and said, "If you want to kill Zhou Xuan, there may be only two ways."

"Which two?"

"First, kill him by force. Send out masters who are higher than all the gods in Mingjiang Mansion to kill Zhou Xuan by force.
For example, sending out a few Taoists."

Mo Tingsheng said.

Wan Sejie has a hot temper, but even though she is so hot-tempered, she also thinks that Mo Tingsheng's method will not work.

"The Tao is beyond our control."

"Peng Hou is a sky-level god. Doesn't he have any Taoists?" Mo Tingsheng asked.

"Ever since the High Priest of Yumen disappeared 23 years ago, the Tattoo Ancient Clan has lost a demigod above the Eight Incense Sticks. He was afraid that his position would be taken away by the other clans, so he has been hiding in the Tattoo Forbidden Land.
He doesn't even dare to return to the Kingdom of God in the sky, how can he guide the Taoists to come?"

Wan Se Jie felt a little uncomfortable when he said this. Three hundred years had worn away Peng Hou's will to fight, and now he had become a coward hiding in the forbidden area.

"We three Dharma bodies have been supporting a worthless dog for so many years. If he could be half as bold and reckless as Zhou Xuan, why would we worry about not being able to accomplish great things?"

"People who are too brave can't be dogs."

Mo Tingsheng's rebuttal left Wan Se Jie speechless. After a while of silence, she asked,
"Mr. Feng, you have guts. Doesn't that make me your dog?"

"Mr. Feng and I are not master and dog. We are like-minded friends. We have the same ideals, even though his ideals were woven by me."

Wan Se Jie didn't want to continue this topic, so he asked directly: "Taiping Monk, now we can't use the violent killing method, what is the second method you mentioned?"

"Take advantage of the greed and fear of the people of Jingguo."

Mo Tingsheng said: "Zhou Xuan is a treasure. He possesses the Blood Well, a part of the will bestowed by the Nuo God, as well as magical instruments such as the Divine Traveling Vest, and extremely rare perception in the two thousand years of the Well Country's history.

This is a top-grade ingredient that is hard to come by in Jingguo. There are always great gods and great yin people who are eyeing it.

But now, those people in Jing Country who are above the demigods have not noticed him. His incense level is too low, and the signal he emits is too weak. "

Mo Tingsheng is a Taiping monk from the Buddhist country. People in the Buddhist country do not worship incense, but worship their own Buddha. The Buddha is in the ninth level, which is very similar to the level of incense in the Jing country.

In these years, among the Buddhists who descended from the Buddha Kingdom to the Jing Kingdom, Mo Tingsheng’s level is very low, but his natal Buddha image is very precious.

Over the years, Mo Tingsheng has almost stopped practicing, and most of the time, he lives in areas with a lot of traffic.

The reason he did this was because he was afraid that his identity would be exposed.

Living in an area with a lot of people, his own aura will blend with the surrounding aura and will not be discovered by the gods in the sky.
If you only practice burning three incense sticks, you won't emit an overly strong aura of incense, which will attract the attention of certain great gods or great yin people.

Mo Tingsheng said to Wan Se Jie: "Although you have been in Jing Country for three hundred years, you have been hiding in the forbidden area day and night, and your understanding of Jing Country is not as deep as mine.

In the Jing Kingdom, those who worship the gods in the underworld have extraordinary abilities because of the existence of incense, but these incense also emit signals from them, attracting the attention of the big underworld people and big gods, and being used as food for cultivation.
If left alone, the Great God and the Great Yin will dominate the world, which is something Jingguo does not want to see.
What Jingguo needs is the blooming of a hundred flowers, so that there will be more people with high incense in the world.

This is the real purpose of the Youshen Division established by Jingguo, to establish order and protect more talented people to practice and advance."

"There's no question of protection, right?"

Wan Se Jie said: "According to your information, the current Mingjiang Mansion's Sun Wandering God is Li Chengfeng, but he only has six incense sticks. The Night Wandering God is Shang Wenjun, and she has seven incense sticks, but it's only seven. Those great gods and great yin people, who is not a demigod or above? If they make things difficult for Mingjiang Mansion, who can stop them?"

Mo Tingsheng introduced: "The Parade of Gods was established under the supervision of the Capital City Government, and it was stipulated that only disciples from the nine ancient halls could serve as parade gods.
However, each prefecture had its own situation, and after they were established, most of them had some differences.
For example, in Huangyuan Mansion, there are no disciples from the ancient hall, but there are three god-level aliens in the mansion.
If disciples from the ancient halls were transferred from other places to serve as parade gods, the local disciples of the strange ghost halls would not accept it.

Therein lies the contradiction. Over time, there are no more disciples from the nine ancient halls in the Huangyuan Prefecture's Youshen Division.

In the Mingjiang Mansion, the Gu Lao Hui is the first hall, but the Gu Lao Hui pays more attention to its own system, with priests, saints and saint daughters, so the top masters rarely enter the Youshen Division.
Do you think the Mingjiang Mansion's Yushen Division is too weak? In fact, it is the Bone Elders Association that is too strong. Ten years ago, if it were not for Mr. Feng's Human World, and if there were no people with the highest speed in Mingjiang Mansion, our kidnapper's hall would probably have been completely eliminated by the Bone Elders Association.

Mr. Feng's incense method has obvious advantages and disadvantages. If you don't see his vital point, he is almost invincible. If you see his vital point, you can always find a way to restrain him. "

After Mo Tingsheng helped Wansejie popularize the Youshen Division of Jingguo, Wansejie no longer understood the way he killed Zhou Xuan.

Since the God-Walking Division is the sharp sword of the Jing Kingdom to maintain the high order, Mo Tingsheng spread the news that "Zhou Xuan is a treasure" and also aroused the greed of those great gods and great evil people above demigods. But with the God-Walking Division around, how dare they take action?
“Therefore, in our propaganda about Zhou Xuan, we must give reasons for the great gods and great yin people to take action, so that the major wandering gods will not be able to protect Zhou Xuan.”

Mo Tingsheng said: "For example... publicize that Zhou Xuan is a spy sent by a greedy country to Jing Country, and his growth will put Jing Country in a catastrophic disaster."

"Is he really a spy from another country?" Wan Se Jie asked. "Whether he is or not is not important. What is important is to give the Great God and the Great Yin a reason to act. We need to help them stand on the moral high ground. Besides, it is difficult for Zhou Xuan to defend himself against this accusation because he is indeed a person from the outer world who came to Jing Country."

Mo Tingsheng stood up, looked at the scorching sun outside the window, and said, "I have measured him with my Buddha's eyes. He is an energy from outer space, similar to us."

"If we make a fuss about this point, we will definitely be able to give the Great God and the Great Yin enough reasons to take action. The God and Yin of the Jing Kingdom are too greedy. They only have themselves in their eyes. Such a short-sighted country deserves to be beaten."

"Are you sure that Zhou Xuan will die? The Nuo God will not take action?"

"You said that Nuo God has fallen into a deeper sleep and he can't wake up." Mo Tingsheng said: "But if you want this plan of borrowing a knife to succeed, you also need to make some efforts."

"Of course, as long as Zhou Xuan dies, I can do anything."

Wansejie said.

"I want him to die, too." Mo Tingsheng pointed to the north and said, "Go to the capital, and I'll tell you what to do."

When Wan Se Jie heard this, he awakened the High Priest of the Hundred Eyes and disappeared into the pawnshop.

After the two left, Mo Tingsheng closed the doors and windows to block out the glaring sunlight.
He sat on the armchair, opened his mouth and looked at the roof.

A delicate little hand emerged from his throat. The palm was white and tender, with a crack in the middle.

The gap suddenly opened, and a golden eye looked out.

This eye is Mo Tingsheng’s Buddha eye.

Through this Buddha's eye, Mo Tingsheng saw a balance scale.

The scale is golden, with a three-eyed Buddha and a Ming River that has been shrunk to an unknown number of times on the two pans.

This miniature Mingjiang River represents Mingjiang Prefecture.

At this time, the tray where the Three-Eyed Buddha was located was much lower than Mingjiang's tray.

This is the method of Mo Tingsheng's innate Buddha appearance.

This scale, which only he can see, measures the fortune of Mingjiang Prefecture.

The Three-Eyed Buddha is more important than Mingjiang Prefecture, which means that the fortune of Mingjiang Prefecture cannot surpass that of this peaceful monk from the Buddhist country.

"Fortune is still on our side, so there's no need to worry too much."

Mo Tingsheng closed his Buddha's eyes contentedly. He was the Buddhist monk of peace. He knew how to make a country peaceful - no matter how many forces were entrenched in the country, as long as the forces of all parties were balanced on the scale of fortune, there would be peace.

All he needed to do was figure out a way to make the scale balance.

"Now that our Buddhist country is in a good fortune, Mingjiang Prefecture is bound to see a bloody massacre. Only after the massacre can balance begin.
Well country, let me bring you the real peace."

Thinking of this, Mo Tingsheng quickly wrote a letter, in which he wrote down his plan to deal with Zhou Xuan.

After the last stroke of ink was put down, Mo Tingsheng picked up the letter paper, blew the fresh ink dry, opened the door, walked to the street, and threw the letter into the air.
The letter slowly flew up into the sky.

"Even if the kidnapper's gang was beaten to a pulp, it only revealed the tip of the iceberg between me and Mr. Feng. No one can change the trend of the Buddhist country."

Mo Tingsheng's smile was brighter than the sun.

……

The sunshine was bright on Xishan Street in Mingjiangfu where Mo Tingsheng was.

But it was still a dark night on East Market Street.

Zhou Xuan returned to the Jingyi store from the metropolis, went to the water room to get a large pot of water, and took a bath to get rid of the bad luck.
Half an hour later, he estimated that Lao Yun and the others should have returned, so he went to the water room and got a pot of hot water.

Not long after, Yun Ziliang and the others came back.

Sister Cui came in and apologized to Zhou Xuan, saying that if she hadn't suggested going to the Metropolis tonight, Zhou Xuan wouldn't have been chased by Mr. Feng.

"Sister Cui, this is none of your business. I have more enemies."

After Zhou Xuan comforted Sister Cui for a while, he persuaded her and Mu Hua to go back home.

Xiao Fuzi is going to fetch water to give everyone a bath.

"Fuzi, I've already washed it in the bathroom. It's in the back. You all go wash it."

"Especially you, Yazi, why do you smell so fishy? Did Mr. Feng scare you into peeing?"

"Scared to death? Landlord, I'm not kidding you. The Met is in my hand. I can hit whatever I want. If Mr. Feng hadn't run fast, I would have run him over with my car."

Everyone in the room burst into laughter.

"Hey, you guys haven't slept yet?"

During the conversation, Lu Mingkun pushed the door open and walked into the room, looking tired.

"Fifth Brother, I thought you went to bed early."

"No way, today the Gu Lao Society was studying Buddhist verses, and I was exhausted as a chicken."

As soon as the fifth brother came in, he washed his face in the copper basin.

Zhou Xuan felt a little sorry. Senior Brother Five had lost his energy these days and was tired of doing anything, especially cleaning corpses. He was annoyed by the knife. Now he was asked to dissect corpses in the Bone Society. One could imagine how unhappy he was.
What's more, the workload is so heavy that it takes a whole day and night to do it. Who would be a good person like a donkey?

"Fifth Senior Brother, I'm sorry this time. Lao Li asked me for someone, and I recommended you. If you really don't want to do this, I'll talk to Lao Li and ask him to change his knifeman."

Zhou Xuan had good intentions.
The fifth brother, however, seemed to have his tail stepped on. He immediately howled and turned to Zhou Xuan and said, "Little brother, you can't change people. Being a knifeman in the Bone Elders' Association is really fun. It's more fun than anything I've done before, including revenge."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

"The Strange Biology Research Institute of the Bone Society has all kinds of weird specimens, including two people grown together, one with eight hands, and one with an abnormally developed brain without grooves or circuits, and a very round brain.
It completely opened my curiosity about the mysteries of the human body. Do you know what they look like? "

"Like what?"

"Like a beauty, like a very, very beautiful beauty, sitting on the dissection bed, flirting with me, stirring my heart and soul."

Lu Mingkun closed his eyes and took a deep breath of air with great enjoyment.

"Fifth Brother, it has to be you."

The familiar feeling of the fifth senior brother returned. He always had some perverted understanding of this world.

"It's really enjoyable. It's because the Bone Society doesn't allow those weird corpses to be brought out. Otherwise, I would definitely bring one out and dissect it in front of you. You can enjoy it too."

"It's not necessary."

Everyone in the room waved their hands, saying that such an interesting thing should be enjoyed by Fifth Brother alone, as we don't have the blessing to enjoy it.

"Alas, it's hard to find a soulmate."

Isn't it rare to find a soulmate who can compare a corpse to a peerless beauty?
Fifth Brother sighed and was about to go upstairs to sleep, but was stopped by Zhou Xuan.

"Fifth Senior Brother, how is your study of Buddhist verses going?"

Currently, the three top priorities of Mingjiang Prefecture are to crack down on the kidnapping gangs, capture Mo Tingsheng, study Buddhist verses, and deduce the Zulong pollution incident.

The first two tasks are already in full swing. As for the mystery of Zulong, the painter is still recruiting people.

Lu Mingkun said: "The Bone Master will serve as a flesh and blood substitute for Buddha."

"What flesh and blood substitute?"

"Oh, it means cutting off a small corner of the Buddha's verse, and then sewing this tiny fragment into the corpse of the deceased to see what kind of power the corpse will have."

When Lu Mingkun talked about the corpse, he became obviously more excited.

"Use blood and flesh experiments to analyze the power properties of the Buddhist verses. This old man will have some ideas."

Zhou Xuan said.

"The Bone Elders' Association is the strongest academy in the Well Country in terms of blood and flesh research. The idea of ​​connecting four human brains through blood vessels to form a blood well human brain was first proposed by the Bone Elders' Association."

Lv Mingkun became more enthusiastic, and the tiredness on his face disappeared. He said: "The flesh and blood substitute is simple to say, but it is actually very difficult. The principle is to use the fragments of Buddhist verses to replace the psychic properties of the corpse, which is equivalent to replacing the engine of a car.
The psychic properties of the corpse are very difficult to peel off. The part where the properties are located must be cut perfectly. If a little bit of flesh is cut off, the peeling will fail. It is because my knife is accurate and fast enough that I can successfully complete the task. "

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he suddenly remembered that when he provided Li Chengfeng with Mo Tingsheng's portrait two days ago, he also talked about Mo Tingsheng's psychic characteristics.
Through the master's memory, Zhou Xuan saw a conversation between Mo Tingsheng and the master.

During the conversation, Mo Tingsheng described his extremely extraordinary psychic abilities.

Li Chengfeng told Zhou Xuan that the psychic properties could be peeled off, but it required extremely high skills from the swordsman.

Zhou Xuan thought that as long as he caught Mo Tingsheng, he would strip him of his psychic ability and see if he could use it. The knifeman would be the fifth senior brother.

As a result, before he could enjoy the swordsmanship of his fifth senior brother, it was given to the Bone Elders to use first.

"Junior brother, let's not talk about this for now. I'm going back to my room. I have to continue my research tomorrow."

After Lu Mingkun finished speaking, he went upstairs to sleep.

Zhou Xuan was also happy for his fifth senior brother. At least he had regained his spirits and was no longer depressed.

……

Pawnshop No. 81 on Xishan Street opened for business at eight in the morning as usual.

The middle-aged man in a black gown removed the door panels one by one, then picked up a feather duster and gently swept the scattered dust on the counter.

Qingfeng, along with four City God disciples, walked towards the middle-aged man in a surrounding manner.

"Mr. Mo Tingsheng, please come with us."

Qingfeng threw out the City God's ink line and preached to Mo Tingsheng.

After a day and night of investigation yesterday, he determined that the owner of the pawnshop was Mo Tingsheng based on the portrait provided by Zhou Xuan.

"Everyone, I'm afraid you have found the wrong person." Mo Tingsheng did not turn around to look at Qingfeng.

"It will be more respectable if you come with us." Qingfeng approached Mo Tingsheng step by step...

(End of this chapter)