Day and night tour

Chapter 256 Tattoo Civil War
By gathering the perceptions of all the members of the Blood Well Society, they will not be afraid of the whispers in their dreams.

Zhou Xuan thought of this, and sent out sound waves to inquire about Si Yuer's location.

"Yu'er, where are you?"

"I'm on Jiaofangju Street. The flood has come here. I'm saving people."

"I'm coming to find you."

Zhou Xuan went out for a day trip.

……

Jiaofangju Street is a little distance away from Mingxi District. Its flooding is not as serious as that in Mingxi District, but the water level is also about two meters deep.

The government has organized personnel to provide disaster relief.

Si Yuer also came to help. She brought disciples from the Thief Hall to rescue people.

When Zhou Xuan Riyou arrived, Si Yuer was using the thief's "Five Elements Escape Technique" to escape into the water. She hugged an old lady who was washed away by the water, and then used the water escape technique to return to the boat.

"Yu'er, I'm here."

Zhou Xuan's spirit did not show up. There were many people here and Zhou Xuan was afraid that showing his spirit would scare everyone, so he secretly preached in Si Yuer's ear.

"Brother Zhou, where are you?"

"I'm right here with you, just listen to me."

Zhou Xuan lowered his voice and said, "Yu'er, this flood was caused by three Sky God-level beings. Two of them have already fallen, and the last one, Peng Hou, is hiding in a big dream and trying to escape through the dream."

"How can these gods be like this? They killed so many people."

Si Yuer said angrily.

Zhou Xuan continued, "I need to sleep now and have a dream. Let my dream connect with the big dream where Peng Hou is hiding. My dream will become a part of the big dream, but I will become a dream and lose consciousness.
Therefore, I want to aggregate the perception of the Blood Well Society into an extremely powerful consciousness that will not be entangled by the whispers in the big dream.

But this perception needs a leader, and I want you to be the leader and use your perception to find Peng Hou."

The reason why Zhou Xuan wanted to discuss the matter with Si Yuer in private was that he didn't want the people of the Blood Well Society to know about this matter of pursuing the gods.

That group of people were really scared. If they knew that the target they were pursuing was at the god level, they would definitely not dare to attach their perception to Zhou Xuan.

Si Yuer is different. This girl has always been brave. Whenever she is in desperate situations, she will feel chivalrous.

"Brother Zhou, if I find Lord Peng, how should I inform you?"

"You don't need to inform me. There is a secret letter between you and your mother, right?"

After all, Si Yuer was only at the fourth... fifth incense stick level in the Thief Hall. Since she could use the Five Elements Escape Technique, it meant that she had already reached the fifth incense stick level.

The powerful perception of the Blood Well Psychic ensures that he has a very strong talent for cultivation. After Si Yuer's madness improved, he quickly broke through and ascended to the level of Five Incense Sticks.

But despite the five incense sticks, Si Yuer might not have the secret communication method of painters and musicians, but it is possible that she had a secret letter from her mother.

"Yes, I came to Jiaofangju Street to provide disaster relief, and I informed my mother in advance through a secret letter."

"That's fine. Once you find Lord Peng, just send a secret letter to your mother. Your mother will know what to do."

Si Yuer's mother is the old lady Duan Qinglan, so she naturally has the secret communication methods of the painter, musician, and Shang Wenjun.

"Okay, Brother Zhou, just make the arrangements. I have no problem with that."

Si Yuer nodded and agreed.

After consciously choosing the leader, Zhou Xuan returned to the store.

Mo Tingsheng, who had a cut on his face, looked at Zhou Xuan with great anger: "Mingjiang Mansion is almost saved by you."

Mo Tingsheng used his Buddhist Dharma image "Taiping Scale" to check and found that Mingjiang Mansion was beginning to turn from danger to safety.

"Two gods have fallen, and now only Peng Hou is left. Monk Taiping, your dark stone is very useful. Venerable Yunwu, Wansejie, and High Priest Baiyan have not yet recognized that I am a fake Mo Tingsheng."

Zhou Xuan laughed coldly.

At this time, Peng Hou had already started to flee, and the flood in Mingjiang Prefecture lost the control of the three gods and began to recede.

Whether Marquis Peng can be caught or not, Mingjiang Prefecture is safe.

Mo Ting was so angry that his fists clenched until they made a noise. The plan of the Guaizitang had been going on for thirty years and had cost so much effort and money, but today, it was stopped by Zhou Xuan.

"Mr. Feng should have killed you long ago..."

"Mo Tingsheng, those kidnappers you arranged in Mingjiang Mansion have been almost all killed. When I look down at Mingjiang Mansion during the day, I can see their bodies everywhere. When piled up, they are higher than the mountain. But I know that not all the kidnappers have appeared.

From today onwards, Mingjiang Prefecture will conduct a thorough investigation from top to bottom and dig out the remaining maggots from the prefecture city."

Zhou Xuan's words were sonorous and powerful, and he used his bone teeth to cut another gash on Mo Tingsheng's face.

The new wounds overlapped with the old ones, forming an "X" on Mo Tingsheng's face.

This "X" represents error, and also shows that Mo Tingsheng's thirty years of planning has completely failed.

Zhao Wuya was holding a pen and writing on Mo Tingsheng's face.

"Yazi, what are you writing?"

"I write this sentence on the face of this Buddhist countryman - I, Mo Tingsheng, am a turtle bastard. Not only am I bad, I am also stupid to the core."

"Remember to add four more words to Mo Tingsheng at the end - I am an idiot."

Zhao Wuya was stunned when he heard this, then turned around and asked, "Landlord, what does idiot mean?"

"Uh... it's the opposite of wisdom."

Zhao Wuya: “…”

Zhou Xuan had already sat on the recliner and was about to convene the Blood Well Society. Before convening the meeting, he asked Zhao Wuya, "Where is Lao Yun? Why haven't I seen him for a day?"

"Oh, Fuzi and Huazi are missing. Laoyun and Cuijie have gone to look for them."

"No big deal, right?"

“I haven’t heard any news yet.”

Zhou Xuan thought about it and decided to convene the Blood Well Society first.

He rose into the air that day and sent out sound waves towards Mingjiang Mansion.

"President, we have already connected you with our perception, why are you still looking for us?"

Sesame asked first.

The other members also asked what they were supposed to do.

"Change the direction of your perception and put it into my body. There is a fool in Mingjiang Mansion who stole a lot of my money and is trying to escape. I want to catch him." Zhou Xuan lied.

"It's no big deal, I'll go first."

Sesame was the first member to change the direction of the link of perception.

Everyone else redirected their perception.

Powerful perception began to gather rapidly in Zhou Xuan's body.

Zhou Xuan's soul returned to his body. He controlled Si Yuer's perception and placed it on the top of the aggregate perception. Then he whispered to Si Yuer, "It's up to you to capture Peng Hou."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xuan tilted his head and fell asleep.

Zhou Xuan has always been good at sleeping. When he first encountered the ghost baby in Jing Country, he escaped the disaster by sleeping.

Seeing that Zhou Xuan was asleep, Mo Tingsheng knew that he was going to chase Peng Hou through his dream. He forcibly broke free from Zhao Wuya's writing hand and tried to wake Zhou Xuan up.

"You're still running? I'm also a five-stick dragon-hunting celestial master, where are you going to run to if you're only three sticks of incense?"

Zhao Wuya held Mo Tingsheng down, gripped the pen tightly, and without writing any other words, he wrote the two words "idiot" very deeply.

These two words shone brightly on Mo Tingsheng's face!
……

Mingjiang's dream is full of strangeness and splendor.
In this dream, Si Yuer saw a land boat, a huge steel cruise ship, sailing on the government square of Mingjiang Prefecture.

In the sky above Mingjiang Prefecture, many people were hanging upside down, with their tongues sticking out. The scarlet tongues stretched from the air to the ground like extremely thin pillars.

“It’s so weird and fun here.”

Si Yuer was born a little thick-skinned and didn't feel anything scary or weird at all. Instead, she showed considerable interest in Peng Hou's "big dream world".

However, no matter how interesting this world is, she will not forget her serious business. She controls her aggregated perception and travels through the dream world, looking for Peng Hou.

Her perception is based on both the thirteen members of the Blood Well Society and Zhou Xuan's god-level daily perception. Therefore, in this dream world, she can move faster than Peng Hou.

She was less afraid of the whispers in her dreams than Peng Hou.

Not long after, she found the figure of Peng Hou in front of the Miyang Wooden Inn.

The dream world is all-encompassing, with real houses and real people.

It is definitely difficult to distinguish a person you need to find but have never seen from a crowd of people.

But it was very easy for Si Yuer to find Peng Hou, because Peng Hou was wrapped in the phantom of a huge baby.

Si Yuer had seen this baby before in the ancient books of the Thieves' Hall. It was called "Di Zi". Di Zi was a god-level White Walker who was connected to the aura of the Dream God.

The laws of dreams are inextricably linked to the earth.

When Si Yuer saw the ground, she knew that the person wrapped in the ground was Peng Hou.

"Lost Sheep Inn."

Si Yuer carefully looked at the scenery around the wooden plank, then recorded it in a secret letter and sent the secret letter to her mother Duan Qinglan.

Duan Qinglan shattered the secret letter, sensed the content, and then condensed another secret letter exactly as it was and sent it to the painter.

When the painter received the secret letter, he burst into laughter.

"Lao Le, that Lord Peng is actually hiding in the big dream, and now he has arrived at the Lost Sheep Wooden Inn."

"Peng Hou can't escape today. If he hides in a dream and I don't know where he is, I can't do anything to him. But since he has exposed his location, I will be his nemesis."

The musician laughed and drove the parade lantern towards the Lost Sheep Inn.

The painter then asked Lord Jian, "Lord Peng is about to show up. Lord Jian, do you want to go?"

"needs."

Lord Jian said, "I have already discussed with Young Xuan about Marquis Peng's godhood. Now that I have come to Mingjiang Mansion, I want to see him take the godhood into his pocket."

"Then I'll carry you over."

The painter carried the arrow on his back, tore through space, and headed for the Lost Sheep Inn.

The rest of the parade gods followed suit.

Lord Jiu came to Mingjiang Mansion relying on the reflection of the bright moon. Now that Zhou Xuan is not here, no one can move the reflection, so he naturally can't go anywhere.

"Ah, it's such a big commotion, I can't stand it."

Lord Jiu sank back in the reflection and returned to Pingshui Prefecture.

However, the Miyang Wooden Inn was not affected by the flood, so Lady Red Coffin could not use the water to escape quickly, so she naturally gave up.

"I won't go either. I will go and command the bitter ghost disciples to rescue more people from Mingjiang who were swept away by the flood."

Except for the two of them, the rest of the parade gods drove their parade lanterns to the Miyang Wooden Inn.

The lantern of the parade god belongs to a certain prefecture, and only the parade god of that prefecture can control it.

……

The musician was the first of the gods to arrive at the Miyang Wooden Inn.

He is the Seventh Incense Stick of the Bone Elders Association, and the law he comprehended is called the Law of Music.

After understanding this law, he became extremely sensitive to sound and rhythm.

Standing in front of the gate of Miyang Wooden Inn, he could hear snoring and talking in sleep one after another. Even though these sounds came from several kilometers away, he could still hear them clearly.

"Peng Hou, watch me break your dream with music."

The musician activated the protective spell of the Bone Elders Society, guiding his own ribs to grow inversely and become a bone harp.

He plucked the bone harp gently, and a burst of piercing sound waves spread out along with the harp.

This sound wave has a certain rhythm. It will not hurt people, but it can wake them up from their sleep.

Peng Hou's dream world was originally connected by the dreams of the sleeping people in Mingjiang. If the sleeping people were gone, the dream world would naturally break apart.

However, the sound waves of the musicians can only spread a few kilometers.

If he could wake up the sleeping people near the Miyang Wooden Inn, it would be quite possible, but to wake up the entire Mingjiang Prefecture, it would be impossible for him to do it with his level of cultivation.

But it's enough.

The people living several kilometers around the Miyang Wooden Inn were infected by the sound waves and woke up from their dreams at the same time.

The dream world under Peng Hou's feet was collapsing rapidly. He thought it was a small matter at first and quickened his pace, but soon he found that there was no place to stand around.

"Part of the Great Dream World is collapsing?"

Peng Hou fell out of the dream world and he wanted to go back.

But how could he go back after he had already appeared?

A ball of fire hit him.

Peng Hou reacted quickly, using the moonlight as his bone spurs to quickly create a pair of ice tattoos in the air, and then shot the ice out with his backhand.
When ice and fire collided, Dao Yanhuo could not withstand the icy energy and was annihilated.

At this moment, the sound of a bowstring being released was heard.

Peng Hou turned his head and groaned inwardly when he saw the wisp of white clothes.

"Except for the three layers of snow on my body, who in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes?"

Lord Arrow stared at Lord Peng, pointed with his right hand, and rebuked: "Evil God, the White-robed Divine Arrow is here, and you still dare to resist?"

Today, Mingjiang Prefecture killed two gods in a row, but Lord Jian had not yet memorized the sentences Zhou Xuan taught him. In addition, the flood disaster in the prefecture was still raging, so he was not in the mood to prepare for the scene.

Now, the chaos in Mingjiang Prefecture has subsided, and the last god has appeared. Lord Jian is in a good mood and has memorized the words, so he naturally wants to put on a show.

However, his whole scene really worked.

The words were powerful and Lord Jian was well-known, so just a few words were enough to intimidate Marquis Peng.

"Peng Hou, we have already killed the Heavenly Official and the Ghost Hand, now it's your turn."

"What? It wasn't the Heavenly Official or the Ghost Hand that was cut off by the Taoist priest?"

"Lord Peng, you are still in the dark... Since you are about to die, we want you to be a smart ghost. The Taiping monk in the Mingshi gathering was pretended by the young master."

The musician smiled brightly.

Shang Wenjun said: "From the beginning to the end, the Mingjiang Mansion relied on the young master's planning and tricking to trick the three of you gods out one by one."

When Peng Hou heard the young master, he knew they were talking about Zhou Xuan.

"It's impossible. It's impossible that you killed the Ghost Hand and the Heavenly Official. The incense Taoist priest must have taken action."

Peng Hou found it difficult to accept the facts before him.
He was a dignified god in the sky, yet he was deceived by a mere two incense sticks named Zhou Xuan.

"I can't be fooled, it must be the incense Taoist priest."

"Still can't accept it?"

Xia Jin also put down the bow in his hand and said, "The Heavenly Official Godhead has been sent to the hands of Tianqiong Gongzheng by Master Jian, and the Ghost Hand Godhead has been sent to the hands of Zhou Family Nuo God. Peng Hou, your Godhead, the young master has already said that he wants it!"

Peng Hou was so angry that he wanted to take out the Nether Stone and tell Wan Se Jie, Yun Wu Zunzhe and others that Mo Tingsheng was Zhou Xuan in disguise.

But he couldn't spare any effort.

The various major wandering gods around him seemed to be surrounding him and trapping him in the center of the city.

As soon as he makes a move, the wandering gods will all come into battle.

It is true that he is a god in the sky, but he only has eight incense sticks, and the road to restore nine incense sticks is still too long.

With the fighting power of eight incense sticks and the power of the laws added to his body, Lord Peng is confident that he can defeat Lord Jian.

But what about the others? A painter who has comprehended the laws of space and a musician who has comprehended the laws of music are enough to bridge the gap between Lord Jian and Lord Peng.

Not to mention, there were other parading gods present.

"Zhou Xuan, you bastard, I hate you so much that my teeth itch. If you fall into my hands, I will tear you into pieces."

Marquis Peng vented his anger on Zhou Xuan.

"You want to chop the young master into pieces? Don't say we didn't give you a chance."

Li Chengfeng just received Zhou Xuan's voice transmission in Feiyue. He said in a careless manner: "The young master has spoken, asking us not to take any action and just surround you, Marquis Peng. He wants to come here in person to fight you."

"He wants to fight me?"

Peng Hou sneered repeatedly. Three hundred years ago, he was beaten down by Peng Sheng and the Tree Clan and fell to a low level, becoming the first eight-incense stick sky god in the history of Jing Kingdom.

But eight incense sticks were not something Zhou Xuan could challenge.

"You are given a chance, you must seize it."

Lord Jian knew where Zhou Xuan got the confidence to duel with Lord Peng, and he said with a sly smile in his eyes.

……

"When you go out to fight, you have to look handsome, if nothing else."

Zhou Xuan changed into a black storyteller's gown, rode on a big black donkey, and headed towards the Miyang Wooden Inn.

"Landlord, can you please stop riding my donkey? Dahei doesn't pay much attention to me now and he's acting like a stranger to me."

"It's been three hundred years since we last met for the second tattoo match. I have to travel in style. This is to avenge your master's grandfather's old friend."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile,
As a master, you must travel with the demeanor of a master.

Now he was going to drive his Macan car to fight Peng Hou, and something seemed wrong.

But riding a donkey is different.

The Taoist priests who worship incense and burn incense to their full potential all ride black donkeys.

"Don't ride it next time."

Zhao Wuya jumped and shouted.

……

The wandering gods surrounded Peng Hou, waiting for Zhou Xuan to show up.

At this time, the fog in Mingjiang Prefecture was slowly dissipating and becoming thinner.

After everyone had waited for nearly an hour, Zhou Xuan finally walked out of the mist riding on a donkey, wearing a black storyteller's gown and with his hairstyle meticulously styled.

"Everyone, we are late."

Zhou Xuan opened his folding fan and shook it gently, staring at Peng Hou and saying, "The former great ancestor of the Tattoo Clan looks like this?"

Peng Hou was a thin man with a peach tree tattoo on his face. He was very unconvinced when Zhou Xuan suddenly mocked his appearance.

"Former Great Ancestor? I am also the Great Ancestor of Tattoos now, and I will be in the future too."

"You keep talking even when you are about to die."

Zhou Xuan got off the big black donkey, took out the Nether Stone, and activated it.

"A scum like you who backstabbed the Tree Clan deserves to have a tattoo of the ancestral tree on your face?"

After the Dark Stone emitted a faint blue glow, Zhou Xuan said to it, "I'm not Mo Tingsheng, my name is Zhou Xuan. At the gathering just now, you guys scolded me in a very unpleasant way, and I was very angry."

"Are you Zhou Xuan?"

The High Priest of the Hundred Eyes and the Ten Thousand Colors Realm were both furious.

Venerable Yunwu asked, "How many incense sticks do you want for Zhou Xuan?"

"Before today, it was two sticks of incense, but now it's four sticks."

Zhou Xuan said to Mingshi almost word by word: "Baiyan, I will let you see today who is the great ancestor of the Tattoo Clan.

Venerable Yunwu, you, please tell the people of the Buddhist country that anyone who descends upon the Well country will be killed."

Having said this, Zhou Xuan gently put down the Nether Stone, allowing it to continue emitting a faint blue glow.

This can also be considered as allowing Venerable Yunwu and High Priest Baiyan to bear witness.

"Hundred Eyes, the Tattoo Ancestor and the Ancestral Tree are about to appear. Remember, you and your people are called the Tree Clan."

Zhou Xuan stood up, pointed at Peng Hou, and said, "Three hundred years ago, you colluded with the three-headed stone Buddha, suppressed the tree tribe at the tree tribe's god sacrifice, killed the peach blossom wizard Peng Sheng, and beat the peach blossom ancestral tree back to the big mother star pit.

Three hundred years later, it will be Peng Sheng and Zu Shu who will fight you again. This time, the outcome will definitely be reversed."

Zhou Xuan reached his hand into his secret realm and pulled out Peng Sheng's soul.

When he saw Peng Sheng, Peng Hou narrowed his eyes immediately. He could never have imagined that Peng Sheng had been resurrected.

"Lord Peng, it's time to settle the accounts between us."

Peng Sheng’s desire to fight was extremely strong.

"The Great Ancestor Peng Sheng has appeared. Shuzi, you also have faith, it's time to come out."

Zhou Xuan took out the Cleansing Wrongs Talisman, turned to the page of the Totem Hall, and shouted at the pattern of the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree.

Buzz,
There was a trembling sound, and a peach tree branch rose from the soil under Zhou Xuan's feet.

The branches are full of vitality,

Peng Sheng's spirit knelt down and bowed to the ancestral peach tree: "Ancestor tree, after three hundred years, Peng Sheng sees you again."

The branches of the ancestral tree grew wildly, like a human hand, gently stroking Peng Sheng's face, and he saw his former tribesmen again.

The ancestral tree flourishes because of faith and popularity, and withers because of the decline of faith and popularity.

With Peng Sheng's faith, the Peach Blossom Tree broke away from the Big Mother Star Pit and began to grow branches in reality.

The four brothers of the Shi family in Zhou Xuan's secret realm felt the breath of the ancestral tree.

"It's the ancestral tree, brothers, the ancestral tree has appeared."

“It’s the ancestral tree in my dream.”

"Young Master, please let us out. We want to merge with the ancestral tree."

Of course Zhou Xuan was happy, and he captured the souls of the four brothers from the secret realm.

The four brothers walked towards the ancestral tree. Their figures became dimmer and dimmer, but their expressions showed uncontrollable excitement.

The souls of the four of them entered the ancestral peach blossom tree.

The peach tree shook its wildly grown branches and leaves, expressing its immense joy.

The painters and musicians were just as happy as them.

Mingjiang Prefecture has been in decline for the past three hundred years. The ancestral dragon has been polluted, the two ancestral trees have disappeared, the two gods are also sleeping, and the five sky-level gods are now stabbing Mingjiang Prefecture in the back.

A strong feeling of despair hung over the hearts of these two priests of the Bone Elders Society and could not be shaken off.

Their ancestors had a large and prosperous family, but now it has declined. How can they not feel sad about the future?

But now, the appearance of the Peach Blossom Tree is like a torch lit in their hearts.

"The ancestral peach tree has appeared. There is hope for Mingjiang Prefecture."

The painter couldn't help choking up as he spoke.

"Lao Hua, why are you crying? The Peach Blossom Tree has always been with me. It was it that taught me the twenty-four drawings of the gods."

"Ah?! So the young master already knew the whereabouts of the ancestral tree?"

The painter suddenly slapped his head and said, "I should have thought of it earlier. The Nuo God goes to nine halls, and each hall needs the approval of the ancestor of that hall.

The ancestor of the tattoo lineage is the Peach Blossom Tree."

It's no wonder the painter just remembered it now. He really didn't know that the ancient tattoo clan had long lost its inheritance.

The ancient tribe did not know the twenty-four pictures of gods.

The peach tree is growing rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it has become lush and green, with peach blossoms hanging all over its branches, which is indescribably luxuriant.

Zhou Xuan pointed at Peng Hou and said, "Shuzi, Brother Peng, three hundred years ago, you were picked up by him. Today, the three of us will come together to let him know what it means to tattoo the twenty-four gods."

(End of this chapter)