Day and night tour

Chapter 267 Fire Cult Token
Zhou Xuan looked at the people coming and going in East Market Street. He turned his perception into a thread, sweeping back and forth.

Perhaps because he had understood the power of the dragon-seeking incense, Zhou Xuan's perception was so keen that he discovered a tiny golden dot on the pedestrian's body.

The gold dots are as big as dust particles. Some people have only one, some have two or three, and so on.

When Zhou Xuan's perception line collided with the golden dot, the golden dot exploded gently and sank into the line. The already invisible line was stained with a faint golden color...

"What did you see?" Yun Ziliang asked, squatting beside Zhou Xuan, holding a teapot.

"There are golden dots of light. Everyone has one to several on their body."

"You have such a strong sense of perception, and you are quite willful." Yun Ziliang was not surprised by Zhou Xuan's performance.

Zhou Xuan's perception has reached the level of daily travel, comparable to the level of sky god.

The "sensing" school of dragon-hunting is the one that tests the disciples' perception the most.

Zhou Xuan then said to Yun Ziliang: "When my perception threads hit those golden dots, they will absorb the golden light."

"Those golden dots of light are the tiny dragon energy that these people have acquired in the Ancestral Dragon's Land after being influenced by the Ancestral Dragon. You absorb these scattered dragon energies, which is how you cultivate the dragon energy."

Yun Ziliang smiled and said, "Ordinary disciples don't have enough perception. It's very difficult for them to just see those golden spots. Moreover, after checking a few people, they will be exhausted because of the excessive intensity of their perception. They are not like you, who devoured them with big mouthfuls. You are simply a glutton."

As he was talking, Yun Ziliang recalled that when he was practicing "Sensation" in the past, he also made rapid progress like Zhou Xuan, making rapid progress every day.

"You have inherited my legacy."

Yun Ziliang added: "There are few people in the East Market Street. You can walk around Mingjiang Mansion more. Within three days, you can cultivate the dragon-seeking energy. It will be worthy of your daily perception."

"Well, I'll keep it."

Zhou Xuan's perception continued to sweep the streets. As his perception absorbed more and more golden light, gradually, a piece of golden dragon scale floated in his secret realm.
The dragon scale was originally floating aimlessly like duckweed. After floating for a long time, it sensed the existence of the dragon-seeking incense and attached itself to the dragon-seeking incense.

"If we stick dragon scales all over the dragon-seeking incense, will the dragon-seeking spirit be cultivated?" Zhou Xuan asked Yun Ziliang.

"That's right. There are thirty-six dragon scales. Have you become one?" Yun Ziliang asked.

"Correct."

“It’s a little bit abnormal.”

"What's wrong?"

"too fast."

“……”Zhou Xuan.

"I'm afraid that within three days, you will be able to develop the dragon-seeking energy." Yun Ziliang found that he still underestimated Zhou Xuan.

"I'm afraid three days may not be enough. I have a lot to do." Zhou Xuan pointed to a place not far away.

Three black Macan cars drove into Dongshi Street. Zhou Xuan saw the painter through the windshield.

Gu Lao will come to divert the evil god "Time" and Mo Tingsheng.

"Damn it, these troublesome worldly people are ruining the Dragon-Seeking Heavenly King of my sect." Yun Ziliang felt very uncomfortable.

Zhou Xuan was clearly increasing his progress and could develop dragon-seeking energy within three days. This was something that the inductive mountain people in Canglong Mountain had never experienced before.

Yun Ziliang was clearly about to see the miracle that Xunlongtang had talked about, but Zhou Xuan's practice was delayed by these mundane affairs.

"It doesn't matter if you cultivate the dragon-seeking energy one day more or one day less."

Zhou Xuan patted Yun Ziliang's shoulder and said, "Old Yun, I'll go first."

"Go, go, don't delay recuperating your energy on the way, you need to recuperate when necessary." Yun Ziliang instructed.

"got it."

Zhou Xuan got into the Macon car, with the painter and the lady in the red coffin sitting inside.

The musician went into Zhou's Jingyi Shop, dragged out "Guangyin" and Mo Tingsheng, threw them into the last car, and then he got in.

"Young sir, shall we go to the City God Hall?"

"Go."

Zhou Xuan said to the painter again: "You can teach Lady Red Coffin how to open the mirror."

"Really?" Lady Red Coffin was overjoyed.

She thought she would have to wait two or three days, but unexpectedly she could learn it now.

"Young sir, have you figured out how to deal with those men in black?"

"I have used the Buddha Kingdom's main brain to record the method of opening the Kongming Mirror. It is hidden in the nine prefectures of the Jing Kingdom. If I die, or if I give a direct order, he will spread the method of the Kongming Mirror throughout the nine prefectures of the Jing Kingdom.

Don’t those men in black want to prevent the method of the Kongming Mirror from being passed on? If they dare to provoke me, I will give an order and let everyone in Jing Country raise a Kongming Mirror.”

The painter understood that Zhou Xuan was using the main brain to intimidate the men in black.

"Mr. Xiao still has a way."

The painter was overjoyed and immediately began to teach the Lady in the Red Coffin how to open the mirror.

Qijing was originally a practice, and Zhou Xuan did not delay his practice. He also released his perception, observing the pedestrians outside the car, absorbing the golden spots of light on their bodies, and nourishing his own dragon-seeking energy.

As the car drove out of Dongshi Street, the flow of people began to increase. The second dragon scale soon appeared in Zhou Xuan's secret realm, attached to the dragon-seeking incense...

……

Jiuli Mansion,

This one is from the mansion sixty years later. Because Mingjiang Mansion has turned from danger to safety, the collapse has stopped.
The broken skies are also repairing themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mother Yuan held the cat in her arms, sitting on the recliner in front of the villa, enjoying the pleasant time that had been lost and regained.

"Alas, the well lamp died, and no one repaired the Blood Well Altar in Mingjiang Mansion. However, that altar only accelerated the reincarnation of the Sixth Son of the Ancestral Dragon. Without the altar, the Sixth Son can still be reincarnated, it just takes a little longer."

Mother Yuan stroked the cat in her arms, squinted her eyes, and looked at the gentle sunlight.

At this moment, there seemed to be an object in the sky. At first, it was just a red dot. Gradually, the red dot grew rapidly and became a ball of flame. When it got closer, it turned into the shape of a "token".

"It's the Fire Cult's token."

After Yuan's mother saw what was happening, she suddenly became angry for no reason. She suddenly exerted strength with her hands and tore off a piece of skin from the cat in her arms.

"Meow!"

The cat struggled violently, and Yuan's mother finally let go. The cat immediately jumped off her body, screaming in pain.

"clang!"

After a series of powerful and dull thuds, a token comparable to a monument stood upright in the courtyard of Jiuli Mansion, with most of it buried in the soil.

"Fire Cult, you are here to collect the debt after all."

Mother Yuan's face was gloomy. She walked to the token and stretched out her hand.

The token was burning with flames, and its surface was like a red-hot iron plate, burning Yuan's mother's hands so much that they were covered with blisters.

There was no excessive pain on her face.

Compared to the burning flames, the commands conveyed by the token after it was connected to her were more painful to her.

"The Kongming Mirror has reappeared? Aren't the Tree Clan members in the forbidden area?"

After accepting all the orders, Mother Yuan let go and rushed to the mansion villa.

In a small room in the villa's attic, there were two coffins.

Mother Yuan bowed over the two coffins and said, "Miss, Second Master, the Fire Cult's token is here."

"The Fire Cult? It still hasn't forgotten us."

In the coffin, Zha Xing sighed and said.

"After all, it was the Zoroastrianism that helped us escape and deceived the Taoist priests. It is only natural for them to ask us to pay the debt, but the debt to the Zoroastrianism is not easy to repay."

"Second Master" in the other coffin said quietly.

Zhexing asked Yuan's mother: "What does the Fire Cult want us to do?"

"Mingjiang Mansion, the Kongming Mirror appeared, and the Zoroastrianism asked us to take action..."

"Kill everyone who knows about the Kong Ming Jing?"

"Destroy the monitoring device of Mingjiang Mansion. The Zoroastrianism will enter Mingjiang Mansion."

There is a monitoring magic tool in Mingjiang Mansion. With this tool, as long as more than six incense sticks of people enter the mansion, the God-Traveling Department will be able to sense them.

The Zoroastrianism is about to invade Mingjiang Prefecture in a big way. There are not many people in their sect who have less than six incense sticks, so naturally they have to destroy the monitoring instruments.

“It’s harder than killing someone.”

Zhaxing said angrily.

If that magical weapon could be broken so easily, wouldn't she have destroyed it long ago?
Is it necessary for her to use the "well lamp" as her feet to walk in Mingjiang Mansion?
"Ask the Zoroastrianism to see if there is any room for maneuver. Even killing the painters and musicians of Mingjiang Mansion is better than destroying the magic weapon."

Zhaxing said.

"Okay, miss." Mother Yuan left the room and continued to connect with the token, praying for a response from the Zoroastrianism.

"Second brother, is the mark of Zoroastrianism still strong on you?"

"Do you want to erase the remaining traces and ignore the Fire Cult? Don't do that. The Fire Cult can hide us from the incense and Taoist priests, which means that there are masters in their sect who are better than you and me.
We cannot afford to offend the Fire Cult."

"But if we destroy the Mingjiang Mansion weapon, we will have nowhere to hide."

When Zha Xing said this, she sighed. There were Taoist priests in the world of time and space, and there were Nuo gods in the human world. She could not go anywhere.

"Let's wait for Mother Yuan to communicate with the Fire Cult and see if there is any room for maneuver..."

……

"Yes, I saw through the empty mirror the waters of the Well Country. There were floating corpses everywhere. They were all the disciples of our boatman. I saw all kinds of suffering.
Some disciples were killed by bandits, some were swallowed by giant fish in the water...

The lives of these disciples were supported by the waters, and now that they are dead, they are also in the arms of the river god."

Lady Red Coffin was gaining enlightenment. She saw the suffering and recalled her own suffering.

She saw herself as a child at that time, her eyes covered with red cloth, her body tied tightly by her parents, and put into a red coffin, drifting down the river.

In the red coffin, the coffin lady kept crying and begging her parents to save her life, but her young life could only float up and down with the river water.

"My younger brother has a terminal illness. My father and mother believed in some evil folk magic and wanted to sacrifice me to the river god, saying that the river god could save my brother and they wanted my life in exchange for his. Bah, let's not talk about whether the river god lives in that river, just say that my brother's life is a life, so mine is not a life?"

The lady in the red coffin seemed to be mad, shouting about her life experience crazily in the car.
Zhou Xuan then understood why she was called "Lady in the Red Coffin".

"Master said that my fate is bitter. Only those with bitter fates can achieve enlightenment and become the most powerful bitter ghosts. The fate of a bitter ghost is not chosen by me, but imposed on me by my father and mother."

The Red Coffin Lady became more and more irritable. As she roared, the leather on the seats in the car quickly aged and deformed. The interior of a good Macan sedan now looked like a garbage can that had been through the years.

"Painter, is Coffin Lady alright? How about you help her?"

Zhou Xuan was afraid that the coffin lady would go crazy.

The painter had dealt with the bitter ghosts a lot. He shook his head and said, "It's okay, young master. This is a sign that the bitter ghost disciples are promoted. The bitter ghost disciples are all miserable people in the world.
Before being promoted, one cannot help but recall one's miserable life experience. Only by understanding the true meaning of "life is full of suffering" can one break free from the shackles and be promoted to a higher level."

In conversation,
The Red Coffin Lady's emotions had gradually calmed down, and a powerful aura emanated from her body.

"With my young red coffin, I will announce it to the world of time."

The Lady in the Red Coffin seemed to have pinched a ball of air and suddenly let go. Zhou Xuan then saw a waterfall of river water in the sky nearby.

The river water was supporting a small red coffin, from which came the miserable cries of a little girl.

That little girl was the coffin lady when she was young.

The red coffin turned into a point of light, and the prophecy in the world of time that summoned eight incense stick disciples lingered in the heart of the lady in the red coffin.

"Eight incense sticks, I have broken through the eight incense sticks." Lady Red Coffin couldn't contain her excitement and actually shouted out loud.

Zhou Xuan was laughing at the side. He thought the Lady in the Red Coffin was adorable. Her miserable life experience could not bury her innocent heart.

The painter clasped his fists towards the Lady in the Red Coffin and said, "Congratulations, Lady in the Red Coffin, for breaking through to the realm of demigod."

For a moment, Zhou Xuan felt that there were really too many demigods in the Jing Kingdom. After the Kongming Mirror appeared in the world, there were three more demigods in Mingjiang Mansion alone.

"The Kongming Mirror is really powerful. No wonder those cunning men in black don't want the Kongming Mirror to spread in Jing Country."

Lady Red Coffin finally suppressed her excitement and her tone gradually calmed down.

The car was still moving. When it passed the government office, Zhou Xuan saw that the courtyard of the government office was filled with corpses.

Needless to say, these corpses are all the unfortunate people who died in the Mingjiang flood.

"Please stop the car."

Zhou Xuan called the driver to stop, got out of the car and walked towards the government compound, and the painter and the coffin lady followed him.

Looking at the sea of ​​corpses, Zhou Xuan felt extremely heavy as it was the first time he witnessed it with his own eyes.

He sighed and walked among the corpses. When he saw a corpse that had not yet closed its eyes, he gently covered its eyes.

That is when
The corpses were stained with tiny amounts of dragon energy, and they flew into Zhou Xuan's secret realm on their own without Zhou Xuan's need for his perception to hit them.

Several dragon scales formed in the secret realm, attached to Zhou Xuan's dragon-seeking incense.

It seemed that these dragon auras were the dead people's thanks to Zhou Xuan for his concern.

The unexpected collection of dragon energy made Zhou Xuan feel even more uncomfortable. He couldn't help but sing the soul-calling words of the Zhou family to pray for the reincarnation of these dead souls.

Seeing this, Lady Red Coffin and the painter followed Zhou Xuan's example and caressed the eyes of the corpses that were still open.

After finishing all this, two hours passed quietly.

Zhou Xuan then asked the painter: "Old Painter, how many people died in Mingjiang Mansion this time?"

"Nearly 20,000 people. The disaster in Mingxi District was very severe. Fortunately, the flood did not rush into Mingdong District. Otherwise, considering the population density of Mingdong, the death toll would be several times higher."

When the painter said this, he took off his hat and bowed to the corpse.

"More than 20,000 people, there shouldn't be 20,000 bodies here." Zhou Xuan said.

"This is a part of it. Another part is placed in Huifeng Medical College. Alas, this time it was also thanks to the hundreds of bitter ghost disciples and the coffin lady. They used the water escape method to save thousands of people in the flood."

"Have you worked out a plan for compensating the people affected by the disaster?" Zhou Xuan was concerned about the aftermath of the flood.

"It has been decided that for families with family members who have died, each death will be compensated 8,000 yuan. If there are no survivors in the family, the data will also be counted and their compensation will be distributed to the other families affected by the disaster."

The painter blushed a little when he said this, and said, "Eight thousand yuan is not a lot, but it is a sum of money that we have gathered from all the big and small halls and the wealthy people in Mingjiang Prefecture. Mingjiang Prefecture has developed rapidly in recent years, and the money of the prefecture has been invested in various large and small constructions. It is not rich."

"The amount of disaster relief funds is not bad, but you, the Elders, need to be more careful and supervise from top to bottom. Some ungrateful people are counting on this disaster to get rich. We can't let the funds we have collected with great difficulty enrich those ungrateful people."

Zhou Xuan knew very well that whenever a major disaster occurred, there would always be some people who would eat their fill like jubilant grasshoppers.

"Young sir, we are also worried that the money collected will not reach the hands of the disaster victims. Therefore, the people who are supervising the disaster this time are all witches."

"Is there anything special about witches?"

"Young master, you don't know?" The painter was very surprised. Zhou Xuan's sister was obviously the number one witch in the old temple. How could she not understand the characteristics of a witch?

"Oh, my sister and I rarely exchange incense experiences."

"Witches practice the way of ruthlessness. The red silk they spit out is called the ruthless silk, which is made by cutting off their own seven emotions and six desires. Therefore, most witches do not fight with the world. Apart from caring about incense, they are more indifferent to other aspects.

Therefore, since witches do not like money or fame, it is most appropriate to let them oversee the aftermath of this flood."

As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beams will be crooked. If the upper beam is straight, the lower beams will not be crooked.

The witch was the culprit for this flood.

"So that's how it is. No wonder my sister is like a lazy cat all day long."

Zhou Xuan recalled what his sister did every day in the Zhou family class. Basically, she just closed her eyes and rested, looking very lazy.

"Then I'm relieved. Let's go and continue to interrogate Guangyin. The lady behind Guangyin has polluted Mingjiang Zulong. If we don't find out his problems in advance, I'm afraid there will be a disaster."

After Zhou Xuan bowed to the corpse three times again, he got into the sedan and went to the City God Hall as planned.

In the car, Lady Red Coffin asked the painter: "Old Painter, after eight sticks of incense, the World of Time will call us. If we don't resist their will, we will definitely enter the World of Time. Have you made up your mind to resist?"

"Do I still need to resist?"

The painter pointed to the government office behind the car and said, "This disaster is the result of the work of that son of a bitch Tianguan. Gu Lao Hui is the sinner of Mingjiang Mansion. I will definitely protect Mingjiang Mansion and atone for the sins of Gu Lao Hui. Hongniang, what about you?"

"I haven't decided yet, but I probably won't go to the Time Realm... The Human Realm is so nice, I can't bear to leave."

For a moment, Zhou Xuan was moved by the optimism of the Coffin Lady - she was taken away by her parents to exchange for her younger brother's life when she was young, but the Coffin Lady did not seem to blame the world, and had a kind heart, saving so many people in Mingjiang Prefecture.

In this world, it would be great if there were more people like Guan Niang who were highly respected...

……

The City God’s main hall is inside the stone house.

Zhou Xuan scolded time.

"Who is the so-called young lady behind you?"

Time shook his toad-like face and sneered, "Don't even think about asking me anything about the young lady, not even you Zhou Xuan. I know you have the storyteller's dream, but we, the evil god, are not afraid of your dream."

"Liu Shen is your accomplice, right? He is an evil god who has mastered some of the laws of dreams. He also died under the laws of dreams."

At that time, Zhou Xuan used the "Earth" tattoo, combined with his own characteristics as both a storyteller and a tattoo artist, to create a false "Dream God" and kill the Willow God.

"Oh, you can kill me with the laws of dreams, but you can't enter my dream and ask me about the young lady."

Time crossed his legs and sneered, "Oh, but I'll give you some news about the young lady as a gift from the God of Time to you."

The people who interrogated Guangyin were not only Zhou Xuan, but also the painter, the musician, and the Lady in the Red Coffin. None of them knew what Guangyin was up to, but as it was related to that "young lady", they pricked up their ears to listen.

"Mingjiang Mansion was saved from danger thanks to a heavy fog. Let me tell you, that fog was created by our young lady."

When Guangyun was being guarded by Zhao Wuya in the Zhou family's cleaning shop, he saw through the window the fog so thick that he couldn't see his hand.

He naturally knew that the fog was created by the young lady.

"Was that fog spread by the lady behind you?" Zhou Xuan asked.

Guang Yin laughed arrogantly and said, "You look down on us evil gods, and always think that we have killed many people. Haha, the number of people we have killed is much less than that of you Mingjiang Zhengshen. We are simply great good people."

These sarcastic words made the painter and musician extremely angry, but they could not refute them.

Mingjiang Mansion seems to be caught in a huge black humor - the righteous god wants to destroy Mingjiang Mansion, but the evil god saves Mingjiang.

Although the flood in Mingjiang Mansion receded not entirely due to the evil god's efforts, he did contribute.

"Haha, you are speechless now, right? You are still judging me from a moral high ground? Are you worthy?"

"We are indeed unworthy. In terms of moral quality, you evil gods have defeated Tianguan, Guishou, and Penghou..."

Zhou Xuan praised Guang Yin generously, but he changed the subject and said, "However, you got so excited that you accidentally betrayed your young lady."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Guang Yin hadn't realized what he had said wrong.

He has always been branded as an evil god... although this brand is well-deserved.

But people fight for a breath of air, Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, and as an evil god, Guang Yin also wants to earn a good reputation, at least he wants to curse the righteous gods.

Just now, he caught the opportunity and felt very happy in a sarcastic way. However, before he could be happy for a while, he was choked by Zhou Xuan's words.

"You just said that your young lady saved Mingjiang Mansion. I don't think this is fake."

Zhou Xuan knew that the fog was extremely powerful and even blocked Peng Hou's divine power. It must have been set up by a very powerful master.

Now Guangyin said that it was set up by their young lady, which makes sense.

Can that lady be an ordinary person who can make the evil god work for her?
"It was our young lady who laid it, so what?"

"Don't be anxious. Listen to my analysis." Zhou Xuan began to analyze. "The moral quality of what you evil gods do is higher than that of Peng Hou and his men, but much lower than that of normal people. Are you so kind to save Mingjiang Mansion?"

After saying this, Guangyin finally realized why he said the wrong thing.

"Your young lady must have a reason for saving Mingjiang. Otherwise, she wanted to gain some benefits. But what benefits did she get from saving Mingjiang Mansion? The painters and musicians didn't get any benefits, and they even donated a large sum of money for disaster relief."

"Since there is no benefit, she must have other reasons for taking action."

Zhou Xuan stood up, walked around behind Guangyin, and said, "Perhaps, if Mingjiang Mansion is defeated, it will be bad for her, and the harm will be very big, so big that she will have to save Mingjiang Mansion..."

Guang Qian never thought that there was a person who could make him sweat profusely with just a few words.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, he lowered his head, and dared not speak...

(End of this chapter)