Day and night tour

Chapter 251: Dark Stone Deciphered
"He cured my madness, so I believe it."

When Zhimajiang asked Zhou Xuan a question, Si Yuer spoke up to support him.

"I'm familiar with your voice. You were Yu Zhaixing from the Blood Well Society."

Zhimajiang recognized Si Yuer's voice.

Si Yuer admitted it immediately.
"I am Yu Zhaixing. The psychics of the Blood Well always hide. Today, I will not hide. My name is Si Yuer. My father is Si Ming, the master of the Thief Hall. My mother is Duan Qinglan of the Bone Elders' Association.

Everyone who knows me knows that I was once tormented by insanity for a long time. My father was afraid that I would kill someone, so he locked me in the room with an iron chain.

In the Si Mansion, no matter the driver or the groom, everyone knows that I am a psychic of the Blood Well, and of course they all know that my madness is completely cured. "

In Mingjiang Prefecture, the Si family is also considered a prominent family. The larger the family, the more eyes will be on it.

With Si Yuer's personal testimony, a strange voice was heard.

"Si Yu'er, I know you. I've heard that you are a psychic from the Blood Well and suffer from madness.
My uncle used to work in your office and knows how miserable you were when you were crazy. Is your madness really cured?"

Si Yuer assured sincerely: "If it's not healed, would I still have the energy to testify here?"

She added, "Since I dare to tell you my identity, I am not afraid of you to investigate. If anyone does not believe me, go and ask the people in the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"I believe."

Said the strange voice.

He had heard from his uncle about Si Yuer's miserable condition, saying that she was in a state of madness for most of the day.

If her illness hasn't been cured, judging by the time, she's already close to going completely crazy. She doesn't have the time to talk about it here.

"Aren't you afraid that she is a fake Si Yuer?" Zhimajiang asked the strange voice.

"The Si family is a gang of thieves, and their nickname is Star Picker. Her name also has the word 'Yu' in it. The pseudonym 'Yu Zhaixing' doesn't explain her identity?"

While the strange voice was arguing with Zhimajiang, Zhou Xuan finally spoke and said,

"Of course, words are not enough. I know that there are still many Blood Well spiritualists who are quietly watching to see if I can come up with the truth."

Zhou Xuan said: "It's easy to see the truth. Focus your perception on me and I'll show you how madness is suppressed."

As soon as he finished speaking, two perceptions were connected to him.

There is no need to think about it, this is the perception released by Si Yuer, the strange voice.

"I won't be happy for much longer, so I'll just trust you for once."

Sesame paste also connected its perception to Zhou Xuan.

"Those Blood Well psychics who are watching in secret, don't wait any longer. Put the link on me and I will show you something that can cure your madness."

Zhou Xuan urged again, and seeing that the hidden psychics still did not move, he simply turned into a salesman and spoke eloquently.

"If you put up a link, you won't suffer any loss or be fooled. If my things can really help you solve your madness, wouldn't you be making a profit?"

"You won't live long anyway, so why not come and take a look? Just hanging a link can earn you a long life, isn't it a great deal?

I must be cured of my madness, otherwise I would have to put a link on myself. "

Zhou Xuan's continuous promotion finally took effect. One after another, links of the Blood Well Psychic were attached to him. In total, there were ten links.

"Are there any more people who want to get a link? I've already told you in advance that I won't wait any longer. If you don't seize this opportunity today, it will be even more difficult for you to find me to get a link if you want to join the New Blood Well Club in the future."

All Zhou Xuan used were promotional words, just like those salesmen who constantly created a sense of urgency.

really,

After he said this, three more links came up.

Thirteen links,
In Mingjiang Prefecture, there are thirteen Blood Well Spiritual Masters, a number that is close to the number of the Old Blood Well Society.

But that old Blood Well Society had gathered together only a dozen or so Blood Well psychics from the three prefectures.

Zhou Xuan savored it carefully and also figured it out: "Some Blood Well psychics did not agree with the way Jingdeng used newspaper code words to organize the gathering, so naturally they did not join."

But today is different.
Zhou Xuan’s method of “big promotion”… by posting a link, one can have the opportunity to see the solution to madness without revealing one’s identity.

For the Blood Well psychic, the cost is not high but there is a hope of catching a big fish, which is too tempting.

After the thirteen links were established, Zhou Xuan worked non-stop, gathering all his perception.

This powerful perception, like a ray with extremely strong penetrating power, shot towards where Zhou Xuan was meditating.

Zhou Xuan pondered the "Monk Gazing at the Moon" tattoo on the wall of his bedroom.

The perception ray accurately found the Zhou family's cleaning shop, then penetrated the wall and illuminated the tattoo on the wall of the second floor.

Zhou Xuan's madness was suppressed by this tattoo.

When everyone's perception rays moved forward again, they penetrated into the tattoo. A strong and rich Buddha's aura created an extremely warm feeling in everyone's body.

The madness of the Blood Well psychics comes from the simultaneous awakening of the "light consciousness" and "dark consciousness" in their bodies. Their weak minds and bodies cannot withstand the awakening of the dual consciousness, and madness begins to occur.

Sesame Paste, who had always been suspicious of Zhou Xuan, had a strange feeling at this moment. She felt that the inside of her body suddenly became open. Before, the two consciousnesses were very crowded, but at this moment, both consciousnesses had space to roam freely.

“It works. It really does.”

Long-term illness makes a good doctor. The psychics of the Blood Well have been suffering from the Blood Well Madness for many years. They are naturally knowledgeable and know what kind of feeling is the beginning of the suppression of madness.
Zhou Xuan heard long sighs of comfort one after another.

"I can let you see more and more tattoos, which will have a great effect on suppressing your blood well madness. However, there is no free lunch in this world. To help you suppress your madness, you naturally need to do something for me.
But please believe me, what I am going to do is just to make use of your strong perception, not to let you fight with anyone."

"This... this is what should be done."

"As long as my madness can be cured, what's the harm in doing something?"

"The goods are genuine, so it's only natural that we do some hard work."

Everyone agreed with Zhou Xuan's idea.

"It's good that you don't shirk your responsibility. I've also said that suppressing madness is only one of the purposes of the New Blood Well Society.
The greater purpose is to prevent you from being hunted by people with ulterior motives.

We are an offensive and defensive alliance!"

With the example of the "Monk Gazing at the Moon" tattoo, everyone naturally trusted Zhou Xuan more.

"President, what should we do if we are hunted again in the future?" asked Zhimajiang.

This time, she was really asking, and there was not a trace of aggression in her tone.

Zhou Xuan said: "If anyone is being hunted, please tell the Blood Well Society and I will teach you how to get rid of him.

You are very strong, but you never thought you were strong before. You even thought you were a patient, a deformity, a freak.

From now on, everyone should be a little more arrogant. The Blood Well Psychic of our Blood Well Society is the most gifted practitioner in the world of the Well Country.
I will let you gradually realize your own strength in the future."

These words made the blood of all the psychics in the Blood Well boil with excitement. The well lights had never mentioned how powerful they were before.

"Of course she won't let you wake up. In Jing Deng's eyes, you are just goods, higher-level human goods. As goods, you naturally have to be a little cowardly to facilitate her management."

Zhou Xuan did not continue to talk about the well lamp at this point, but said to everyone: "There must be someone among you who is well-informed and must know that there are some truly sick people who want to destroy our Mingjiang Mansion at this time."

"I know."

Zhima Jiang was very frank and said, "I heard that some very powerful people have activated the eleven reservoirs in Mingjiang Prefecture and are going to cause a major flood. I have already packed my luggage so that I can escape."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

This sesame paste is really eye-catching.

"You want to escape from Mingjiang, of course there is no problem, but you have to lend me your perception."

Zhou Xuan said: "I'm going to find the sick person who caused the trouble."

"Why are you looking for them? If the sky falls, there are big guys to hold it up, and we small guys should run away quickly."

Sesame paste is very representative. The former psychic of the Blood Well, under the guidance of the well lamp, has learned nothing else, but is a master at running away.
As long as they smell something wrong, they will immediately slip away.

"The president is the biggest guy in Mingjiang Mansion."

Si Yuer said with a smile.

For a moment, everyone was wondering who Zhou Xuan was.

"The most powerful person in Mingjiang Mansion must be Gu Lao. Could it be that the president is Gu Lao's priest?"

"There are also different levels of priesthood. I heard that the most powerful priesthood is the painter."

"It seems that there is a piano player who is also quite good."

For a while, the new Xuejing Club seemed to have become a gossip chat group.

Zhou Xuan didn't have time to waste, and said, "We can talk about the rest later. If you want to escape, you can. I only ask you to give me the perception link."

He understood these Blood Well psychics very well. He could ask them for help, but not at their risk.

Zhou Xuan didn't need them to fight to the death.

"Okay, today I'll put my link on the president. Even if the sky falls, it will be the president who will be crushed, not us."

"Yes, yes."

"President, if there's anything, you take care of it. We'll slip away first."

Zhou Xuan frowned as he listened. He really wanted to scold them: You are the most cowardly group of members I have ever taught.

The link with the Blood Well Psychic has been fully established, and Zhou Xuan feels that his perception has never been so vigorous. When his spirit travels, all the buildings in Mingjiang Mansion become transparent. When he looks at the trees, he can see all the lines in the tree trunks, and he can even feel the traces of the trees' extremely slow growth.

"No wonder Jingguo's perception is hard currency. Once the perception is strong, there are so many things that can be done."

While he was sighing, the flood peak had already been reached.

At this time, Zhou Xuan's perception had reached an unknown level. He could hear sounds from far away and see the slightest movements.

The peak of the flood was approaching Mingdong, but the miserable cries from the most remote areas of Mingxi also reached Zhou Xuan's ears.

"It's so unfair of God to have such a heavy flood."

"Baby, please save my baby. I just saw his head popping out of the water."

Cursing, calling for help, crying, all kinds of sounds of extreme suffering in the world poured into Zhou Xuan's ears, making him even more angry at the gods hiding in the flood.

He introduced the rays of perception into the flood, and then, using the extreme speed of his soul, he scanned the flood with the rays of perception.

After sweeping back and forth, he still could not catch the shadow of the god, but he heard the god's voice and saw the silk threads all over the sky - the divine silk of the sky.

There are silk threads everywhere in Mingjiang Mansion that normal people cannot see.

The souls of those who were drowned in the flood and those who were killed by the kidnappers arranged by Mo Tingsheng all walked out of their bodies.
Then, many of these souls were pierced by the silk threads.

The power of the soul was completely absorbed by the thread.

The absorbed power slid along the silk thread towards the sky.

In addition to being absorbed by the silk thread, a large number of souls were covered by the flood, and most of the bodies were directly "melted" by the flood -

——Before a wave, you can still see the whole body, but after a wave, only one stump of the body can be seen.

"Incense, incense, all incense."

"Lord Peng, you're going to get a lot of money from this Mingjiang catastrophe, and those two losers in the sky are just waiting to get a ready-made meal."

"Stop talking nonsense, kill more people, eat more incense, and let the Buddhists in."

The gods in the flood absorbed the incense from the corpses and souls, and they laughed loudly, very arrogantly.

Zhou Xuan finally understood this time.
Above the sky of Mingjiang Prefecture, there are five god-level deities.

The god of bones is "Tianguan", the tattooed ghost is "Penghou", the thief ghost is "Ghost Hand", the god of city god is "Shuiyong", the god of witch is "Fuhou",
Of these five god-level beings, three have descended into Mingjiang Prefecture.

There are two more still above the sky.

The gods who descended upon Mingjiang Mansion wanted to absorb enough incense during the end of Mingjiang.
Although the two figures above the sky did not dare to come down to do evil, they were still in the sky, using the divine threads to absorb the incense from the souls.

Zhou Xuan sneered,
"I finally understand why Mingjiang Mansion has five gods, but allows the kidnapper's hall to grow. Bah, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!"

Zhou Xuan continued to search for the three gods hiding in the flood through sensing rays.

But these gods are hiding in the water, and it is really impossible to find their trace.

"You can't find it with such a strong sense?"

Zhou Xuan felt that he had seen through the turbid flood, but he couldn't find the three gods.

"Ah Xuan, I have deduced for you how to use the Dark Stone."

"Tell me about it." Zhou Xuan reached into his secret realm, took the dark blue stone in his hand, and asked Miss Qiang, "How do I use it?"

Miss Qiang said: "The Dark Stone contains a huge amount of perception. This should be a special product of the Buddha Kingdom."

"How huge is the perception?"

"The piece of dark stone in your hand is dozens of times more powerful than you and the Blood Well Society combined."

"Such a strong perception?"

At this moment, Zhou Xuan recalled the time when he got the first piece of Nether Stone. He released all of his perception into the Nether Stone, and it felt like a stream merging into the sea.

"Because the Dark Stone contains a large amount of perception, a small world has been formed within the Dark Stone."

"The Nether Stones can communicate with each other, it's just that one small world can sense the existence of another small world."

Miss Qiang said: "Do you still remember that Pengjia Town was turned into a forbidden area by a dark stone? That is, the perception power in the dark stone was fully released.

By the way, speaking of which, the perception of the Jing people is very strange. Logically speaking, the body structure of the Jing people cannot form such a strong perception, but it just happens to be formed.

From this point of view, the people of Jing Country are stronger than the people of Fo Country."

"Because the Buddhists have no perception?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Ah."

Miss Qiang said: "I don't know if you have noticed that Mo Tingsheng has no perception. To be more precise, he has no external perception, unlike the people of Jing.

However, the Buddha Kingdom has products like the Dark Stone to make up for their lack of perception, but it is an external object after all, and no one can use it so flexibly. "

"Then how should I use this dark stone?" Zhou Xuan asked again.

"The powerful perception power in the Dark Stone requires the guidance of Buddha's energy."

Miss Qiang said, "You happen to have Buddha energy in you, so you can complete the guidance, but you need some unique hand seals. This dark stone has been used by Mo Tingsheng, and I can calculate which hand seals he used."

After saying that, she directed the Skeleton Monk from the Secret Realm of Black Water to use its bones to demonstrate to Zhou Xuan.

I saw the White Bone Monk holding a flower with his left hand and meditating with his right hand.

"The Buddha energy condensed by this hand seal can activate the Nether Stone and connect to other Nether Stones, as long as the distance is not too far."

After hearing this, Zhou Xuan imitated the White Bone Monk and made hand seals, while the Dark Stone floated in the air.

The handprints were just finished.
A slightly feminine Buddhist aura surged out of Zhou Xuan's body, flowing along his limbs and into the hand seal.

The dark blue luster of the Nether Stone was so bright that it illuminated everything around Zhou Xuan in deep blue.

Inside the Nether Stone, Zhou Xuan heard a voice.

"Monk Taiping, after hearing the reply, tell me whether the passage to Jingguo is open or not?"

"Reverend Yunwu, just charge in. The Mingjiang God is already adding fuel to the fire."

"Wan Se Jie, you bastard, how long do you want me to keep on charging?"

"Just do your thing. The Mingjiang god is in the state of a Taoist descending. He doesn't dare to reveal his true form, so he naturally does things slowly. I have already urged them in the Nether Stone." Wansejie said.

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he stopped his hand seals and the Nether Stone also dimmed.

"The god-level being hiding in the flood is actually using the Nether Stone to communicate with the Buddhists."

Zhou Xuan thought of this and said to Miss Qiang, "Miss Qiang, the Dark Stone has been cracked. You have made a great contribution."

He traveled directly during the day and returned to his body, then through the link of the ancestral tree, asked Zhou Lingyi to be the messenger.

"Sister, let my master teach me how to change my voice. I want to imitate Mo Tingsheng's voice."

Yuan Buyu knows how to change his voice. By pushing the breath into his throat, he can imitate the voices of other people.

"Mr. Yuan said that if you want to imitate Mo Tingsheng's voice, you should use a folding fan to guide the breath to an inch below the Adam's apple."

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he followed his sister's instructions and changed his voice into Mo Tingsheng's.

"Mo Tingsheng!"

Zhou Xuan called out "Mo Tingsheng" in Mo Tingsheng's voice.
"Why are you imitating my voice?" Mo Tingsheng suddenly thought of something important, so he asked, "Have you cracked the Dark Stone?"

"Without your Dark Stone, Mingjiang Mansion would really be destroyed."

When Zhou Xuan said this, he activated his bone tooth and cut a deep cut on Mo Tingsheng's face so deep that the bone was visible.

"What are you going to do?" Mo Tingsheng gasped in pain.

"I just feel unhappy with you Buddhists, so I want to collect the interest first." After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he once again traveled to the Ming River in his spirit.

He activated the Nether Stone again.

After the masterpiece of Dark Stone Blue Light,
Zhou Xuan said to Mingshi: "An unrivaled master has taken action. If we cannot take down Mingjiang Mansion today, we will retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking,
Venerable Yunwu did not doubt that Zhou Xuan was a fake Mo Tingsheng, but instead got angry and cursed,
"Taiping monk, you bastard, I have been ramming Mingjiang Mansion for quite some time, and now you say retreat?"

"The Mingjiang God is already helping us, how can we retreat? Who is this peerless master you are talking about?"

"One of the guardians of the Well Kingdom... 'Incense and Fire'."

Zhou Xuan said: "I saw him with my own eyes, riding a black donkey, rushing to where Hong Bo is. You should retreat quickly, otherwise, I am afraid you will not be able to leave."

The name of "Incense and Fire" is known to anyone who understands the law of time.

Coincidentally, the High Priest of the Hundred Eyes, who was carrying the Myriad Colors Realm, understood the law of time.

He told the world of all colors who "incense and fire" were.

The world of all colors fell silent.

Reverend Yunwu naturally didn't know who "Incense and Fire" was, so he cursed, "What a mysterious name, how powerful is it, more powerful than me?"

For a moment, Wansejie didn't know how to respond...

(End of this chapter)