Day and night tour

Chapter 239: Killing the donkey

Mingjiang Prefecture Office, Prefecture Office,

Director Zheng Lin and Deputy Director Xu Zhigong of the Prefecture Department were reviewing a plan for the construction of a dock.

"Director, for the new wharf, we should stick with the old plan and name it after the shop, so we'll call it Shop 21."

"Okay, let's follow the old practice. The name is not so difficult to pronounce, and it will be more acceptable to the people. The name will spread quickly among the drivers and tram drivers and they will remember it.

By the way, at the last meeting, colleagues from the Ministry of Transport said that the construction of the new wharf should follow the previous ceremony and drive live piles. Has this been arranged?" Zheng Lin asked.

"I talked to the City God's sitting hall, and he said that they are responsible for the live stake ceremony, but we have to arrange the materials for the live stake ourselves."

"Just arrange it. Just pick ten death row prisoners and it will be done. There are not many other things in Mingjiang prison now, but there are many death row prisoners."

Live stakes are stakes driven into the ground using living people as stakes.

A person is a stake.

In a location with extremely bad water conditions, a pier or a bridge can only be built after human stakes have been driven in.

Hundreds of living people were used to build the Mingjiang Bridge, and the materials used to drive the piles were basically death row prisoners from the Mingjiang Prefecture.

"Sometimes, death row prisoners are more useful than law-abiding ordinary people," said Xu Zhigong.

"Then who made him commit the death penalty?" Zheng Lin lit a cigarette and said comfortably.

Bone Master needs death row prisoners to study the mysteries of the human body and flesh.

The Mother Wall of Sighs needs food every month and also needs death row prisoners.

They built roads through mountains and bridges over rivers. When the environment was harsh, they would use death row prisoners as sacrifices.

In the past, the director of the prefecture usually had to forcibly sentence some prisoners who were not guilty of the death penalty to death in order to meet the huge expenses of the death row prisoners.

But the current director of the government, Zheng Lin, does not do so.

"If we ease up the security in Mingjiang Prefecture, there will naturally be more prisoners sentenced to death.
We don't need to secretly sentence people, that's a crime,
The balance of policing is important.”

"That's right, that's right, Director General is wise."

"It's not easy to work in Mingjiang Prefecture." Zheng Lin had just exhaled a puff of cigarette when the phone on the table rang.

He reached out and took the phone.
Upon seeing this, Deputy Director Xu Zhigong was about to leave the office, but Zheng Lin, whose face turned pale from listening to the phone call, waved at him, signaling him not to leave yet.

Xu Zhigong had no choice but to sit down.

"Well, I know. There are bad apples in Mingjiang who are trying to discredit Mr. Xiao."

"I understand, I understand, I understand."

When Xu Zhigong heard Zheng Lin mention the young gentleman's name on the phone, he immediately had a bad feeling.

The Bone Elders Association never contacted the government office to say how great the young master was.
But the government's sources of information were more reliable, and they learned that this young gentleman was now a popular guest of the Bone Elders Association, so the government attached great importance to the young gentleman.

When the government learned that the young gentleman lived in Dongshi Street, it built several schools, hospitals and parks that were originally built in other places near Dongshi Street in order to please the young gentleman.

Now, the person on the other end of the phone who can make Zheng Lin silent is either the City God or the Bone Elder, and he should be a high-ranking official in the hall.

It is not a good sign that the higher-ups of the gang called directly and asked about the young master.

"Snapped!"

Zheng Lin finally hung up the phone, sweat on his forehead. He pointed at Xu Zhigong with his right hand and said, "The newspaper in Mingjiang Prefecture is slandering the young master. Master Qingfeng called me directly.
Go, investigate who did it, and arrest those who should be arrested."

"Yes, Director."

After hearing this, Xu Zhigong didn't dare to delay and immediately contacted the arrest bureau.

"Old Xu, you must remember this. Qingfeng made it clear on the phone. If we can find out the truth, it will be fine. If we can't, it will be the end of us both."

In the State of Jing, theocracy is supreme. The government office manages the daily lives of the common people, but the real power is in the hands of the Bone Elder, the City God, and the witch.

As the current head of the City God Hall, Qingfeng does not even need to inform the Bone Elders Association if he wants to replace the director of the government office.

Xu Zhigong nodded repeatedly before leaving the office.

Zheng Linyang lay on the sofa in the corner and sighed, "If I have enough incense, I don't need to be a director. I might as well be the head of the City God Hall."

Although he sighed, he knew that with his talent in cultivation, let alone becoming the Lord of the City God Hall, he might not even be able to become an incense master after thirty years of cultivation.

Most officials in the government office, both big and small, have incense to burn, but it is not too high, just one or two sticks.

Zheng Lin is taller, with four incense sticks coming from the entrance of the City God Hall.

"I don't know how many incense sticks that young master burns. Since he is so respected by the Bone Elder and the City God, he should burn six or seven incense sticks."

Zheng Lin thought stupidly.

……

When Qingfeng saw the newspaper, he felt depressed. He called Zheng Lin and scolded him, and then he felt better.

"I caught you slandering Mr. Little, so I won't skin you alive."

Qing Feng was just complaining to himself when the supervisor Li Zheng came into the room and said, "Second Master, Master Hua is in the stone house. I want you to go see him."

"Why is he in the stone house?"

"Master Hua has now comprehended the laws of space. He can go anywhere. It's no surprise that he appears anywhere."

Li Zheng smiled bitterly.

"Let's go and see Master Hua."

Qingfeng put on his coat and hurried downstairs.

There is an inscription on the outside of the stone house, which is splashed with blood to eliminate the possibility that the wall has ears.

When Qingfeng arrived, he saw that there was not only the painter sitting in the room, but also a stranger.

However, it was the supervisor Li Zheng, who loved to go to listen to stories on weekdays. He recognized the stranger at a glance. He was Feng Moyan, the most skilled storyteller in Mingjiang Prefecture.

"He is Mr. Feng, the kidnapper."

The painter sounded a little weak and pointed at Feng Moyan.

Li Zheng took a step back upon hearing this. The storyteller he had always loved turned out to be the legendary Mr. Feng from Mingjiang who was invincible?
“He’s actually a storyteller?”

Different from Li Zheng's surprise and fear, Qingfeng focused his gaze and looked at Mr. Feng carefully, trying to find out what was different between him and the others.

But Qingfeng never found it.

"Don't look for him anymore. His legs are broken, so he is no different from an ordinary person."

The painter stood up and complained to Qingfeng, "This Mr. Feng is a man without any barriers in the world. With one step, he can cross a prefecture. Last night, Mr. Xiao and I chased him through four prefectures, from Mingjiang to Xueyuan Prefecture.

Fortunately, there is Mr. Xiao, I really can't catch up with Mr. Feng."

"Young sir? How did he catch up?" Qingfeng was very surprised.

He remembered that Zhou Xuan only had two incense sticks.

"The blood well human brain has enhanced his perception. Last night, the young master broke into the Sun Travel state. After his soul left his body, he was also extremely fast in the human world."

Qingfeng touched his chin and looked at the ceiling. It was hard for him to understand why a person with two incense sticks could reach the realm of day travel.

"The person with the strongest perception is the Blood Well Psychic. The young master has two secret realms in his body, one is the Nuo God and the other is the Blood Well. Naturally, his perception is superior.
Moreover, from what I see now, it is not just that he possesses the Blood Well Secret Realm, but perhaps the Blood Well... chose him."

Qingfeng understands very well what "choice" means, and he is also the one chosen by "City God Qingfeng".

Being chosen by the Blood Well means becoming the successor of the Blood Well.

Bloodwell is the strongest White Walker in the Well Kingdom. It is reasonable for its chosen successor, blessed with Bloodwell's human brain, to enter the realm of day travel.

"Master Hua, what level do you think the Blood Well is?" Qingfeng asked the painter.

In Jingguo's understanding, the true strength of the Blood Well must be above the god level of the Sky Dome, but how much higher is unknown.

“I think the Blood Well is not only above the gods, according to the performance of the young master now, it should be at the level of a god, and its strength is on par with the nine gods.”

The painter added: "The Nuo God regarded the young master as his successor and gave him a part of the Nuo God's will.

The blood well should also have given the young master a part of his will.

With the will of two great gods, the young master is now the young master."

After listening to this, Qingfeng was no longer confused. Since there were two great divine wills, the realm of daily travel was particularly reasonable.

"The Blood Well doesn't seem to be a native god-level creature of the Well Country. It's unknown where it came from."

The painter now determines Xuejing's strength based on Zhou Xuan's performance, but he has no idea that his positioning... is very accurate.

When Zhou Xuan was promoted to the second incense stick level, Feiyue, who represented part of the will of Xuejing, and Heishui, who represented part of the will of Nuo God, had a fierce battle in the Shenqi Secret Realm.

The two sides fought evenly, which created a balance and mutual respect for the future.

"Zhou Xuan is the descendant of two great gods. Our storytelling family has finally produced a great talent."

Mr. Feng, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"He is not your storyteller, he is the Zhou family's Nuo god." The painter corrected.

"The Nuo God has nine halls. The first hall needs to light incense and worship the master. Since he has worshipped my junior brother as his master, he is our storyteller."

Mr. Feng did not really hate Zhou Xuan, or rather, his admiration was greater than his hatred.

Especially when Zhou Xuan could clearly use the dreaming that Yuan Buyu taught him to unfold an "ugly" dream about Mr. Feng, he still gave up and chose to confront Mr. Feng fairly.

"Based on Zhou Xuan's skill, if he grows up, he will become a great man."

Mr. Feng was very impressed with Zhou Xuan.

"Mr. Feng, I brought you back to Mingjiang Mansion. Do you want to tell me the kidnapper's grand plan that he has been planning for 30 years, or do you want me to find Mr. Xiao and force you to tell me?"

"You go find him. I haven't seen him all night and I miss him a little."

As Mr. Feng was talking, he sneered: "Besides, I look down on all the people in Mingjiang Prefecture, except for the younger generation of storytellers like me."

The painter and Qingfeng wanted to refute, but they were powerless because what Mr. Feng said was indeed the truth.

In the past thirty years in Mingjiang Mansion, no one could hold Mr. Feng down. Not even the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of Eight Incense Sticks could hold him down. If it weren't for Zhou Xuan, the first divine painter who had comprehended the laws of space would have been thrown away without a trace.

Mr. Feng had only suffered defeat at the hands of Zhou Xuan once, but the price he paid this time was too high.

"Qingfeng, go and ask the young master to come over."

"Zhang Yifeng is with the young master. I'll ask Zhang Yifeng to bring him here."

After Qingfeng finished speaking, he lit a stick of incense in front of him and sent a secret message to the City God.

……

"How's your analysis of the Buddhist verses?"

In the Weird Biological Research Institute, Zhou Xuan asked Miss Wall in the Divine Secret Realm.

"Still calculating."

On the surface of the black water in the Shenqi Secret Realm, there are strange symbols that stretch as far as the eye can see.

It was Miss Wall's consciousness that deduced the power components of the Buddhist verses in the black water.

"How long will it take?"

"It certainly won't be possible for a while."

Just as Miss Wall finished her words, a human brain let out a howl.

Zhou Xuan asked Miss Qiang again: "What is the human brain saying?"

"Oh, he said that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Miss Qiang separated a part of her consciousness and translated the language of the human brain.

Zhou Xuan: "My blood-well human brain actually complained about me? I won't say anything more. I'm leaving now."

He joked, pretended to be angry, and left the Divine Revelation Secret Realm.

Miss Wall needs time, so give her time.

Zhou Xuan opened his eyes and saw Zhang Yifeng standing in front of him. "Young Master, you are finally awake. Master Hua is back."

Zhou Xuan took out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

"It took Mr. Lao Hua to bring Feng from Xueyuan Mansion for so long, he must be exhausted."

Zhou Xuan stood up and said to Zhang Yifeng, "Let's go and see Mr. Lao Hua and Feng."

Just as he was about to leave, Li Chengfeng came up to him and said, "Young sir, if the painter forcibly wants to take the mother wall away... Miss Wall, you must not force it on him."

"Don't worry, I never force anything."

Zhou Xuan patted Li Chengfeng on the shoulder.

He knew what Li Chengfeng was worried about.
After all, the painter is a seven-stick incense stick and has also comprehended the laws of space. If he and the painter really have a conflict because of Miss Wall, he will be the one who suffers.

"As long as there is green, there will be no shortage of firewood. Miss Qiang has always wanted to go with you. Now that I can't take you with me, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Li Chengfeng continued to persuade earnestly.

Zhou Xuan just waved his hand in response.

……

In the stone house of Chenghuang, the painter was somewhat embarrassed. Mr. Feng's legs were now disabled, and he was no longer a man without any distance.
But his pride is still there.

Whenever the painter and Qingfeng were in the stone house, Mr. Feng would make sarcastic remarks and help them recall how they had been intimidated by his name over the past thirty years.

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife.

The painter and Qingfeng were slandered so much that they didn't want to stay in the stone house anymore, so they stood at the door to get some peace and quiet.

The two stood there until nearly four o'clock, and finally waited for Zhou Xuan.

"Young Master, Mr. Feng has been waiting for you anxiously. He will accept your treatment."

When the painter saw Zhou Xuan, it was like seeing a life-saving straw.

Zhou Xuan smiled but did not enter the stone house. He pointed to the corner of the floor and said, "Lao Hua, can I have a chat with you for a moment?"

The painter knew what Zhou Xuan wanted to talk about. He had received a secret letter from Li Chengfeng in the morning and knew that Zhou Xuan had taken away the Wall of Sighs.

The main reason why he didn't reply to the secret letter was that he was also struggling.

Zhou Xuan is extremely important to Mingjiang Mansion now. The painter is willing to give him whatever he wants.

But what Zhou Xuan wanted was the Mother Wall of Sighs, which was the foundation of the Bone Elders' Society.

Without the mother wall, is the Bone Elders Association still a Bone Elders Association?
He could not respond to this struggle.

Now, Zhou Xuan no longer gave him time to struggle. They wanted to talk about the ownership of the Mother Wall.

"Hey, let's chat."

The painter sighed and followed Zhou Xuan to the corner.

Zhou Xuan got straight to the point and said, "Lao Hua, Miss Wall... that is what you call the Mother Wall of Sighs, I want to take her away."

"Xiao Xian..."

"Listen to me first." Zhou Xuan rarely interrupted others rudely, but this time, it was different.

The Mother Wall of Sighs comes from the Flesh and Blood Divine Dynasty, a country with extremely advanced flesh and blood technology.

She has a powerful algorithm, and she and Zhou Xuan have a common goal - to return to their homeland.

Although Zhou Xuan thought that "going home" was not realistic, he did not want to give up the opportunity.

In addition to "going home", the Mother Wall of Sighs itself also has very powerful energy. It is ancient enough to know many secrets of the Well Country and has the means to reveal the mysteries of flesh and blood.

Even if he cannot "go home" in the future, he can still help Zhou Xuan to a great extent.

"And the most important thing is...I like Miss Wall very much."

Zhou Xuan comes from the technologically advanced Earth, while Miss Qiang comes from the Divine Dynasty, which has advanced flesh and blood technology.
The two of them had similar languages, and Zhou Xuan found it very interesting to chat with Miss Qiang.

"Miss Wall, I will take it away, but at the same time, I will also give you a price."

Zhou Xuan said: "Mingjiang Mansion faces three major threats: the Mother of Hundred Ghosts and the Forbidden Land of Tattoos, the pollution of the Ancestral Dragon, and the advent of the Prajna Buddha Kingdom. I will help Mingjiang Mansion get rid of these three threats. This is my price.

I am not from Mingjiang Prefecture. To be honest, the safety of Mingjiang Prefecture has nothing to do with me. If you ask me to contribute without giving me any benefits, I will never do it. "

When the painter heard this, he looked a little struggling and said, "Young sir, I understand what you are saying, but... the Sighing Mother Wall is the foundation of the Bone Elders Association after all, and I can't make the decision."

"Who is in charge?"

"Holy Son and Holy Daughter, I need to ask them for instructions."

"I'll wait for your news. I won't interrogate you until you give me a positive answer, Mr. Feng."

"That's natural."

The painter did not think Zhou Xuan was stingy. After all, Zhou Xuan had helped Mingjiang Prefecture so much, and the only amount of money he had received was for two blood-well human brains.

Not to mention uncovering the Zulong pollution incident and awakening the Mingjiang Mansion's gods, just helping to capture Mr. Feng is enough to equal two Blood Well human brains.

It's only natural that Zhou Xuan doesn't want to work for nothing now.

"I'll be back soon." After saying this, the painter tore through the space and disappeared.

Zhou Xuan took out a cigarette and smoked it while waiting.

……

Inside the Bone Temple, the painter ripped open his chest, took out his heart, and placed it on the altar.

The Painful Sect's Bone Elder's powerful ability to regenerate flesh and blood allowed him to heal his wounds quickly.

The heart he offered was eaten up bite by bite by the invisible mouth.

When the heart was completely devoured, the voices of a man and a woman echoed in the temple.

"Painter, we already know the reason why you woke us up. Zhou Xuan wants to take away the Mother Wall of Sighs."

"The Mother Wall is the foundation of our Bone Elders Association and must not be lost."

The Holy Son and Holy Daughter expressed their attitude.

"Saint Son and Saint Daughter, if you reject the young master's deal, I'm afraid no one will be able to save Mingjiang Mansion."

The painter's heart is still more or less towards Zhou Xuan.

"Painter, you don't understand what we mean. Zhou Xuan wants to take away the Mother Wall of Sighs as a condition for rescuing Mingjiang Mansion. We can agree to it."

"After Mingjiang Prefecture is out of danger, kill Zhou Xuan."

"Bring back the Mother Wall of Sighs."

The Holy Son and the Holy Daughter, your words to each other, made the painter shudder.

He immediately waved his hand and said, "Holy Son and Holy Daughter, this is not the style of our Bone Elder."

"For the secret of flesh and blood, Bone Elder can sacrifice everything, including conscience and justice."

"Nuo God has fallen into a deep sleep. The news of Zhou Xuan's death cannot wake Him up."

"Without Nuo God, we in the Bone Elders Society can act recklessly. Remember this."

The voices of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter were no longer heard.

The painter was so angry that his teeth were itching and he cursed inwardly: What a bullshit idea.

He clenched his fists and thought hard.

After thinking for a long time,

He made up his mind, tore through the space, and returned to the City God Hall.

"Lao Hua, what is the attitude of the Saint Son and Saint Daughter?"

"Young sir, the Saint Son and Saint Daughter are extremely concerned about Mingjiang Mansion. They are willing to agree to your conditions. You can take away the Mother Wall of Sighs, and all you have to do is help Mingjiang Mansion turn danger into safety."

"That's great, it's settled."

Zhou Xuan put out his cigarette and walked towards the stone house.

The painter wiped the sweat from his forehead and followed Zhou Xuan. After walking two or three steps, Zhou Xuan suddenly turned around and stared at him.

"Young sir, what are you doing?"

"Lao Hua, tell me the truth, what is the attitude of the Saint Son and Saint Daughter?"

Zhou Xuan didn't believe what the painter had just said.

If the Saint Son and Saint Daughter really cared about Mingjiang Mansion, they would not have secluded themselves in deep sleep, but would have returned to Mingjiang Mansion to help with advice.

Even if he's not smart, at least he can rely on their high incense prices to become a good fighter, right?
"This..." The painter didn't expect Zhou Xuan to be so alert and was speechless for a moment.

Zhou Xuan raised his head and thought about it, then he understood. He only said one word to the painter: "Demolish the bridge after crossing it? Kill the donkey after it has done its job?"

"Uh..." The painter neither objected nor agreed.

Instead of giving an answer, he gave Zhou Xuan the answer.

"What do you think?"

Zhou Xuan asked the painter.

"I'm always on your side."

When the painter left the Bone Temple, he had made up his mind, and this sentence was his determination.

"it is good."

Zhou Xuan said a word and went into the stone house to interrogate Mr. Feng.

For him,
What is the attitude of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter? It has no meaning.
What he wanted was the painter's attitude. As long as the painter stood on his side, he would feel warm in his heart.

As for what the painter said, how sincere are they?
He knew that the painter was sincere.

People's hearts are hidden, and no one can come up with big things just by believing. Zhou Xuan dared to make such a judgment. It was Miss Wall in the secret realm who stopped calculating the Buddha's will and helped Zhou Xuan calculate it through the "chain algorithm".

"Ah Xuan, I have already calculated it for you. The painter will definitely support you."

"How is it calculated, Miss Wall?"

"It's very simple. It's still a chain algorithm. By comparing the micro-expressions of the painter when he was very sincere with the micro-expressions of today,
The two expressions fit perfectly together and can be considered as one expression, which means that what he just said was indeed very sincere. "

"What has Lao Hua ever done with all his heart? Have you ever sworn to the gods, or to the gods in heaven?"

"Neither. From the information I have collected, the painter was very sincere about painting when he painted his first picture. Over the years, he has been working hard and has always been intoxicated by the art of painting."

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he believed Miss Qiang's algorithm.

"There are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames. The reason why a painter is called a painter is because painting is more important to him than his belief in God.

"Ms. Qiang, please continue to analyze the Buddhist verses. I paid a great price for your escape. You have to work hard."

"Ms. Wall has tried very hard."

After Miss Qiang finished speaking, she turned all her attention to analyzing the Buddhist verses.

Zhou Xuan left the secret realm in his mind and said to Mr. Feng in the stone house, "Mr. Feng, we meet again."

"You are the only one I admire." Mr. Feng smiled knowingly, but soon shook his head and said, "But you can't get anything from me. Do you know what I eat?"

"Flesh, blood, bones, and soul."

"Both are correct. At the same time, he also eats something called memory."

Mr. Feng crossed his arms and said solemnly, "I am very proud of the fact that there is no distance between us. I think that even if all the elites of Mingjiang Mansion are present, they can't do anything to me.
However, I was very cautious. Every time after discussing the plan with Mr. Mo, I would feed the important memories to Shi Weitian.

I know who Mr. Mo is, but I don't know where he is?

I know that Mr. Mo and I have a big plan to fight the gods with the lives of millions of people in Mingjiang Prefecture.
However, I don't know the details of the plan.
These memories were all eaten by Shi Wei Tian."

(End of this chapter)