Day and night tour

Chapter 261 You also have a heart?

Mingjiang Mansion, Lost Sheep Wooden House,
It was already late at night, and as the weather was clear, the bright moon cast a layer of frost on Zhou Xuan's body.

Lord Jian, the painter and the others were not as clear-minded as the moonlight. They were all worried about Zhou Xuan's safety.

Four full hours had passed since Zhou Xuan's soul set out to look for Venerable Yunwu.

"Master Arrow, has something happened?"

The painter also wanted to tear the space apart to look for Zhou Xuan, but his laws of space did not seem to include the tens of thousands of feet underground in Mingjiang Mansion.

"Xuan boy, good luck will come to you, what are you afraid of?"

Lord Jian was very confident in his words, but deep down, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan's soul came back and he opened his eyes. When everyone saw the movement, they hurriedly surrounded him.

"Little sir, are you alright?"

Whether he could defeat the Yunwu Venerable with the help of the Mountain and River Map... No one cared about this matter. What they were most worried about was that nothing would happen to Zhou Xuan.

After today's battle, Zhou Xuan's status in the heart of Mingjiang Mansion's Youshen has been raised again. As long as he is safe and sound, Mingjiang Mansion will be able to overcome any difficulties.

"I'm fine, but the Buddha's country has a big problem."

Zhou Xuan said: "There is a master who controls my mountain and river map and marches into a certain area of ​​the Buddhist Kingdom. He first uses the nine wells and prefectures in the mountain and river map to break the tallest pagoda in that area in half, then he lets the nine prefectures descend to the god level and kill all the evil monks in the Buddhist Kingdom in hundreds of temples..."

All these amazing achievements happened within just four hours, and the parade gods felt so relieved after hearing them.

"Well done! Those barbarians from the Buddhist country came to our Jing country to bully others. We should just kill them all."

The musician's face was flushed with excitement.

Even if the disaster in Mingjiang Prefecture was eventually resolved and the flood did not rush into Mingdong District, Mingxi District was severely affected, and at least tens of thousands of people died.

This is the number of casualties suffered by the bitter ghost’s boatman disciples after their diligent rescue efforts.

So many people died, and just killing the three god-level beings who stabbed Mingjiang in the back would not be enough to vent his anger.

When the musician heard that the master controlled Zhou Xuan's map of mountains and rivers and killed so many evil monks from the Buddhist kingdom, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was because there was no wine in front of him, otherwise, it would have been a big deal.

"Then Venerable Yunwu was naturally also killed by that master?" asked Lord Jian.

He knew who the so-called master was? "Incense and Fire". Only such a master could deal a heavy blow to the Buddha Kingdom.

"Venerable Yunwu was crushed to pieces by my Mountain and River Map."

When Zhou Xuan talked about this, he looked at Peng Hou's head and asked, "Did you see that? The Buddha Kingdom is just a group of paper tigers. The Yunwu Venerable who is sitting on the eighth and ninth positions is also made of flesh and blood. When the master took action, the Buddha Kingdom area was also severely damaged."

"Ugh."

Peng Hou sighed. He knew that he would die today. At this moment, he figured out many things.

"Zhou Xuan, you... look a lot like me... like me when I was young."

Peng Hou was not always a coward in his life. At least before he ascended to the sky, he was one of the most powerful warriors among the tree tribe.

He was not always cruel, he once cared about the tree tribe wholeheartedly.

"Can I be as cowardly as you?" Zhou Xuan was very unconvinced.

"I'm not a coward all the time."

Peng Hou sighed and said, “The previous generation of Peng Hou required the disciples of the Tattoo Tree Clan to offer incense and candles when they were practicing.

It is normal to offer tribute and incense in any temple.

The hall is connected to gods and ghosts, so it is only natural for disciples to offer some incense to them while they are practicing.

But the previous generation of Peng Hou asked for too much, requiring the tattooed people to pay 50% of the incense offerings as tribute.

Every day, half of the incense money that you have worked so hard to save has to be handed over to the gods. This is simply too much.

But the previous generation of Peng Hou controlled the connections of the tribesmen. Through the connections, he made those tribesmen who were unwilling to pay tribute to him contract strange diseases, and even sentenced them to death in serious cases, causing the tattoos on those tribesmen to "turn around."

Peng Sheng had mentioned this point before.

It is precisely because the previous generation of tattooed White Walkers were too brutal that the entire Tree Clan trained geniuses to ascend to the sky and kill the tattooed White Walkers.

"The tribesmen could not stand the brutal rule. The Tattoo Clan has always had a warlike bloodline in their bodies. I was a genius of the Tree Clan at that time. After I ascended to the eighth incense stick, thousands of tribesmen were willing to be my food to help me climb to the ninth incense stick. The spirits of those tribesmen hung upside down on the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree, which enabled me to comprehend the Heavenly Ghost Diagram.
It was with this map that I ascended to the sky and killed the previous generation of Peng Hou."

Peng Sheng hated Peng Hou deeply, but that didn't mean he didn't acknowledge everything Peng Hou had done for the Tree Clan. He said,
"Lord Peng, if you had not changed your original intention, you would still be the ancestor of the Tree Clan today, but why did you change?"

"Everything has changed. I am no longer a god."

Peng Hou suddenly glared at him and said, "The will of the Jing Kingdom does not regard us as gods at all. We are just his watchdogs. Every god has his own kingdom. Is the kingdom of God a place for enjoyment?

No... it is the golden cage that imprisons us. Every day we have to watch the changes in the human world. If something goes wrong, the will of the Jing Kingdom will punish us. I cannot bear that kind of punishment. I want to break free from the will of the Jing Kingdom."

"You can't handle it, but Gong Zheng can."

Lord Jian watched coldly and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he brought out the title of "Gong Zheng".

In Lord Jian's eyes, Gong Zheng is the most divine god. Over the years, he has never been shy about his own abilities, and no disciple in the Divine Arrow Hall wants to replace Gong Zheng.

"Gong Zheng? Hehe...hahaha..."

When Peng Hou heard the name "Gong Zheng", he burst into laughter as if he had heard a joke.

"why are you laughing?"

"I laugh at your blindness... Lord Arrow, Lord Arrow... Your father was the previous master of the Divine Arrow Hall. Did he really die in the Realm of Time? Then how come I have seen his head in the Kingdom of God in the sky?"

"Are you talking nonsense?"

"You said I was talking nonsense, so just treat it as nonsense."

At this moment, thunder suddenly rolled in the sky, and thousands of intertwined lightning bolts looked like a sea of ​​thunder.

The waves in the sea are surging, ready to swallow up anyone who dares to challenge them.

"Tsk tsk, someone in heaven doesn't want me to tell the truth, so I won't tell it."

Peng Hou looked up at the sky, then looked at Zhou Xuan and said, "How can there be a white bird when there are crows born in the same nest?"

Short words, but thought-provoking.

Immediately afterwards, Lord Peng's head rose up, and Lord Jian raised his bow to shoot it down.

However, Zhou Xuan reached out and stopped Lord Jian.

Peng Hou's head rose to five meters and then stopped. He looked at Zhou Xuan with burning eyes and said, "Zhou Xuan, you are a brave and smart man. Sooner or later you will become a big man in Jing State. If you cultivate nine incense sticks in the future, don't fly up to the sky. It is a pool of dirty water."

He seemed to have a lot more to say, but the thunder in the sky rumbled like a threat or warning.

In the end, Peng Hou did not tell it.

He cast his gaze towards his own corpse and said, "The godhood of the Tattoo Clan must remain in Tattoo. This is your future."

As he spoke, Marquis Peng's body began to crack, and a golden leaf flew into Zhou Xuan's hand.

He grasped the golden leaves and threw them into the secret realm.

After Peng Hou let out a sigh, he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

The eyes on the wall of the Xuejing Taoist Temple began to blink frantically, but Zhou Xuan stopped Xuejing: "Jingzi, keep the body of Lord Peng for now."

Zhou Xuan said: "I want to create a physical body for Peng Sheng. In the forbidden area of ​​tattoos, there is Peng Sheng's original body.

But after so many years, I am not sure whether we can accommodate Peng Sheng again."

And the physical body of Peng Hou is another option for Peng Sheng.

"Keep it for now."

Zhou Xuan calmed the blood well.

The catastrophe in Mingjiang ended completely. With the death of Peng Hou, the thunder in the sky gradually subsided, and the night sky became quiet again.

"Everyone, you've worked hard today, go back and rest early."

After Zhou Xuan clasped his fists towards everyone, he rode on the big black donkey and headed towards Dongshi Street.

Lord Jian stood there, concentrating on thinking.

Peng Hou's words had a huge impact on him.

……

The big black donkey gradually walked out of everyone's sight. Zhou Xuan returned his mind to the secret realm and said to Miss Wall, "Can we extract the memory of Lord Peng from his body?"

Using Peng Hou's body as another option for Peng Sheng's physical body was just Zhou Xuan's excuse.

Peng Hou's words could cause the thunder in the sky, which meant that what he knew was extremely valuable.

“First, we need to find a way.”

Miss Wall said, “It takes time.”

"Well, there's no need to rush about Peng Hou's matter. You can take your time."

Zhou Xuan said.

……

In Dongshi Street, Yun Ziliang and Cui Jie were still looking for Mu Hua and Xiao Fuzi.

Yun Ziliang was holding a silver "walnut" in his hand.

This is the mastermind of the Buddha Kingdom.
It was in East Market Street, trying to awaken the Mother of a Hundred Ghosts. The frequency of its sound was similar to the song in which Peng Hu of the ancient tattoo tribe called upon a hundred ghosts.

Cui Jie naturally heard it, and turned into a four-tailed fox, holding a paper axe, and went to chop down the locust tree in Dongshi Street. The branches of the locust tree that grew on the ground wrapped around the main brain of the Buddha Kingdom.

"Now, it's my thing."

As Yun Ziliang walked, he shook the main brain and said, "Why is there no noise in here?"

"Lao Yun, stop playing and go find Huazi and Fuzi." Sister Cui advised.

"I've been looking for them all day but can't find them. Where did these two kids go?"

Yun Ziliang stuffed the Buddha's brain into his pocket, and to prevent it from escaping, he even fastened the button of his pocket. "Old Yun, you are a dragon-hunting master, use your dragon-hunting skills to look for it again."

Sister Cui urged.

"I rely on sensing to find dragons, but my sensing doesn't work now." Yun Ziliang said somewhat disappointedly.

If the atmosphere of East Market Street was strange and delayed Lao Yun's perception, then that would be fine.
But Sister Cui holds the key to the Feng Shui array of Dongshi Street. If she closes the Feng Shui array, Lao Yun will not be able to sense it.

There was no other way, the two of them could only search every corner of the huge Dongshi Street, one step deep and one step shallow, but they couldn't find it.

This time, Lao Yun found the old painting studio and unexpectedly met an acquaintance - Huang Xi from the Huangmen.

"Master Yun."

When Huang Xi saw Yun Ziliang, he bowed slightly.

"The daughter of the Huang family? What a coincidence? Meeting you in the middle of the night?" Yun Ziliang smiled as a greeting.

"It's not a coincidence. I came here specially to see you."

Huang Xi said.

"What do you want me to do?"

"The geomantic omen of our Huangmen's ancestral tomb."

"Then I don't have time." Yun Ziliang refused directly, saying: "I still have to find Xiao Fuzi and Mu Hua."

When Huang Xi heard this, he patted his chest proudly and said, "It's not a big deal. You can leave it to us Huangmen. Our Huangmen disciples are all over Mingjiang Prefecture, um... all over Mingdong District."

"What happened to Mingxi? Can't you Huangmen control it?"

"Mingxi was flooded, and many people were drowned. We Huangmen can't do anything about it, but many Huangpi were drowned. My aunt cried all day today."

Huang Xi is a yellow-skinned person, a pure animal, and doesn’t have much empathy with humans.

"Then let the Huangmen disciples go and look for Muhua and Xiao Fuzi for me."

Yun Ziliang said.

"Okay, but you have to go and do a geomancy check on our Huangmen ancestral tomb."

"make a deal."

Since Yun Ziliang couldn't sense anything, he couldn't find anyone. It would be better to leave the professional matters to the professional Huangmen disciples.

When Huang Xi saw that Yun Ziliang agreed, she whistled, and a dirty, fat yellow fox crawled out of the drainage ditch not far away and walked towards her.

Huang Xi lowered his head and whispered to the yellow-skinned man for a while. The yellow-skinned man received the order and jumped into the ditch again.

"Master Yun, the disciples have organized people to look for him. It won't be long before we get good news."

"Okay, you lead the way, I'll go take a look at your ancestral grave."

Yun Ziliang is also a professional. Since you are so decisive in finding someone, I won't drag my feet in doing the divination either...

……

Zhou Xuan returned to the Jingyi Shop. Zhao Wuya's right cheek was red. The evil god "Time" and Mo Tingsheng were squatting in the corner.

"Ya Zi, were you beaten by Mo Tingsheng? Why is your face so swollen?"

"How could he hit me? I hit myself." Zhao Wuya held the teacup and took a sip of tea.

"Have you been so stubborn lately? You don't even let yourself go?" Zhou Xuan also went to pour a glass of water.

"Landlord, guess what I saw four hours ago?"

"What?" Zhou Xuan drank water.

"I saw a four-tailed fox."

"Puff!" Zhou Xuan sprayed out the tea on the spot.

He didn't even need to think about it, the four-tailed fox was Sister Cui. The mastermind of the Buddhist Kingdom came to Dongshi Street to awaken the mother of all ghosts. Sister Cui took action to protect Mu Hua.

But in this way, Cuijie's identity was exposed.

"I slapped myself in the face. How could I have such a dream in broad daylight?"

Zhao Wuya said very proudly.

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he looked at the red slap mark on Yazi's face and said in his heart: You are worthy of it, Yazi.

"You have changed." Zhou Xuan said to Zhao Wuya.

"What has become of it?"

"You are becoming more and more able to recognize yourself." Zhou Xuan nodded heavily to show his approval of Zhao Wuya.

“I am self-aware.”

Zhao Wuya walked up to Mo Tingsheng and kicked him on the butt, causing the Buddhist monk to scream.

But even though it hurt so much, Mo Tingsheng didn't even look up.

“Why is it so hard to show my art to my landlord?”

Zhao Wuya forcibly pulled Mo Tingsheng's head up, and the two shining words "idiot" on his face made Zhou Xuan's eyes hurt.

"Yazi, your calligraphy is quite good."

Zhou Xuan had a hobby in his previous life, which was calligraphy. The memorial tablet he wrote for the Zhou family class was praised even by his senior brother.

"It's just a casual writing. The bottom of the word '走' isn't very neat, but the rest of it has some good writing skills."

Zhao Wuya said with a smile.

Zhou Xuan sensed a sense of "immodesty" in Zhao Wuya's modesty, and was too lazy to argue with him. He grabbed Mo Tingsheng by the collar and said, "Monk Taiping, Venerable Yunwu was killed by my tattoo."

"You can't kill Venerable Yunwu. You're not at that level."

"Not only did I kill Venerable Yunwu, I also killed him in your Buddhist country."

"It's impossible. You can't go to the Buddha's kingdom."

"is it?"

Zhou Xuan explained to Mo Tingsheng clearly the street layout, local customs, and temple style of the Baoshan Temple area in the Buddhist Kingdom.

"Baoshan Temple?"

The more Mo Tingsheng listened, the more shocked he was. He finally understood that Zhou Xuan was not talking nonsense, he had really been to the Buddhist country.

"So that area is called Baoshan Temple. You are so familiar with it. Are you also from Baoshan Temple in the Buddhist Kingdom?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"I'm not."

Mo Tingsheng lowered his head and denied it.

Talk back?
As soon as Zhou Xuan saw his appearance, he was sure that he was from Baoshan Temple, so he said with a look of pity: "Mo Tingsheng, Mo Tingsheng, the Buddhist Kingdom is not all big Buddhas and Vajra, there are also ordinary people. I think you once had parents."

"Once?" Mo Tingsheng thought Zhou Xuan's word choice was not right.

"Yes, everything before today was in the past. Today, the masters of Jing Country took action and killed all the common people and evil monks in the Baoshan Temple area of ​​your Buddhist Country without sparing a single one."

Zhou Xuan deliberately exaggerated the results of the "bloodbath of the Buddhist kingdom" to deceive Mo Tingsheng.

He did this so that Mo Tingsheng, this damned "little master of vicious schemes", could also feel the pain deep in his bones.

"You're talking nonsense. You don't have that much ability, and neither does the master you're talking about."

"Guess what we have. Baoshan Temple was cut in half by my Mountain and River Map. The master guided 23 gods to descend in the Mountain and River Map. In that area, they killed anyone they saw alive and chopped down any evil monks they saw, including women and children. No one was spared."

"You have a baby, right? You have a wife, right? You have parents, right? In the future... you won't have any of them."

"Zhou Xuan!"

When Mo Tingsheng heard this, he was overwhelmed with sorrow and he raised his fist to hit Zhou Xuan.

Zhao Wuya stepped on Mo Tingsheng and said sarcastically, "Oh, oh, you, the Buddhist monk, you actually have a heart. Your family members all died at the hands of the landlord, and now you feel sad. Why weren't you sad when you tried to destroy Mingjiang Mansion with floods and kidnappers?"

Mo Tingsheng was stepped on the ground, his chest heaving. He pointed at Zhou Xuan. His intense grief made him, who was usually eloquent, unable to utter a word.

"Before I went to Buddha Country, I thought you Buddha people were all strong and invulnerable to swords and spears. Well, Buddha people are no different from Well people. A red knife can pierce your chest. You will cry out in pain and beg for mercy."

Zhou Xuan's description of the tragic situation in the Buddhist Kingdom further stimulated Mo Tingsheng.

He was extremely sad and couldn't help crying out: "Stop talking, please stop talking. I don't have a wife or children, and I don't have parents. Please stop talking."

"You can lie to others, but don't lie to yourself." Zhou Xuan said with a cold smile: "Today, you stay one more night. Don't be too sad. Think about how to face Mr. Feng tomorrow."

Zhou Xuan noticed that Mr. Feng and Mo Tingsheng seemed to have a real friendship.

During the day, Mo Tingsheng mentioned Feng Moyan countless times, calling him "Mr. Feng" without any abuse or insults, which was very inconsistent with Mo Tingsheng's petty character.

"I don't want to see Mr. Feng. I don't want to see him." Mo Tingsheng cried again.

……

The Huangmen Ancestral Tomb, built on the Nanshan Mountain of Dongshi Street, is an underground mausoleum.

Huang Xi led Cuijie and Yun Ziliang up the mountain.

The entrance to the mausoleum is on an inconspicuous small mound halfway up the mountain.

The closer he got to the entrance, the weirder Yun Ziliang felt.

"I feel it."

"Master Yun, what did you sense?"

"I sensed Xiao Fuzi's aura."

"Where in this desolate mountain and wilderness can you feel Xiao Fuzi's aura?" Huang Xi felt it was strange.

Yun Ziliang followed the breath, shone the lantern in his hand on the ground, and saw a large pool of blood...

(End of this chapter)