Day and night tour

Chapter 268: Book of Will
In the interrogation room, Zhou Xuan said to himself: "What kind of harm would make your young lady willing to save Mingjiang Mansion?"

"Generally speaking, for a practitioner who has reached your young lady's level, the biggest disadvantages are two: first, the incense will be abolished, and second, she will die."

Zhou Xuan walked in front of "Time", squatted down, stared into his eyes, and said, "Mingjiang Mansion was destroyed by the flood, and your lady's incense was abolished? There is no logic in this. The incense grows in your lady's secret realm, what does it have to do with Mingjiang Mansion?"

"So, one thing leads to another, and one guess leads to another. It can only be said that once Mingjiang Mansion is destroyed, your young lady will die."

Zhou Xuan pointed at his own eyes, then at Guangyin's eyes, and said, "Hey, Toad, tell me why your young lady's fate is tied to the fate of Mingjiang Mansion."

"..."

Guangyin really didn't dare to say anything now. He just mocked the righteous gods and the two old men in front of him who had been burning eight incense sticks. He vented his anger for being stigmatized as an "evil god". As a result, Zhou Xuan almost deduced the whole truth from him.

He was afraid that if he spoke too much he would make more mistakes, so he simply kept silent.

“Well, since you are silent, it means that my deduction is correct. As expected, your young lady’s fate is tied to the Mingjiang Mansion.

Why are they bound together? Besides her death, I can think of another possibility - the Ancestral Dragon is destroyed? She polluted the Ancestral Dragon of Mingjiang Mansion. If Mingjiang Mansion is destroyed, will the Ancestral Dragon also be destroyed? "

Zhou Xuan said this, then turned around and asked the painter: "If Mingjiang Mansion is gone, will Zulong also be destroyed?"

"It shouldn't be." The painter said, "The ancestral dragon is like the ancestral tree. When it has vitality, it is full of energy. If the vitality is gone, it will not die, but will turn into a Yin dragon."

When the ancestral tree loses its popularity, it will retreat into the forbidden area, and the same is true for the ancestral dragon.

They have no concept of death.

"That has nothing to do with Zulong. There is only one possibility. If Mingjiang is destroyed, your young lady will die." Zhou Xuan pulled a stool and sat down. He looked up at the ceiling and pondered: "If the current Mingjiang Mansion is destroyed, something will happen, causing the young lady to die.

What kind of binding relationship exists between her and the current Mingjiang Mansion?"

Zhou Xuan crossed his legs and tried hard to think.

When Guangyin saw Zhou Xuan's thoughtful look, he was scared from the bottom of his heart. He even wanted to talk to Zhou Xuan about "Miss".

The two sides chatted, and Guang Yin felt that he had a way to set a mind trap for Zhou Xuan and lead him down the wrong path.
If Zhou Xuan's thoughts were allowed to continue to diverge, I'm afraid the other party would really make rapid progress on the road of thinking alone.

"Zhou Xuan, our young lady saved Mingjiang Mansion only because she has a special background..."

"Damn it, when I'm thinking about something, I hate it when someone interrupts me. Lao Hua, shut his mouth for me."

With a shout, the painter ignited the Dao Flame. He blew towards the Dao Flame, and the fire disappeared without a trace. However, Guang Yin seemed to be poured into molten iron. His whole body turned red, and the breath he exhaled was also extremely hot.

The horrible burning sensation made "Time" unable to make any sound at all.

Silence finally returned to the stone house.

"You started out wanting to resist to the end, and when you saw that I had made some progress, you wanted to tell me something. If you want to be kind, I will write the word Zhou backwards."

How could Zhou Xuan not guess what was going on in "Time"?
He held his cheek and thought carefully about how the "young lady" would be bound to the "Mingjiang Mansion".

"Logically speaking, the destruction of Mingjiang Mansion should not have caused the death of the so-called young lady. She was able to use the fog in the sky to isolate the divine power of Marquis Peng, which means that her level of incense is higher than Marquis Peng's.
Even if Mingjiang Mansion is destroyed, Peng Hou will not die, and neither will the gods in the sky, otherwise they would not have taken the initiative to destroy Mingjiang Mansion.

If even Lord Peng can't die, how can that young lady die?"

The sound of Zhou Xuan's deduction became quieter and quieter, and he fell into deeper thought.

He couldn't figure out the key to "binding" now, so he changed his mind and thought about what was so strange about Jingguo.

"The space of Jingguo is folded up, and the time of Jingguo appears in parallel. The past space-time world, the present space-time world, and the future space-time world exist at the same time."

It is for this reason that Lord Arrow's "Arrow of Order" will shoot three arrows at the same time, one from the past, one from the present, and one from the future.

Thinking of this,

The Taoist priest's prophecy echoed in Zhou Xuan's mind - the past cannot be retrieved and should be regarded as fate, while the future can still be changed and should be regarded as impermanence.

According to the rules of the Jingguo space-time world, once something has passed, it cannot be forcibly changed, but the future space-time can be changed.

If a major event occurs in reality, it can change the future.

"The young lady behind the evil god in Mingjiang Mansion now, now... now..."

Zhou Xuan kept repeating the word "now" in a low voice. As he kept repeating it, he felt that everything in front of him became clearer. After clapping his palms together, he stood up suddenly and said to the painter, "Old painting, let time speak."

With Zhou Xuan's signal, the painter pressed his hands hard under his body, and the Dao Yanhuo disappeared within Guangyin's body.

"Zhou Xuan, Zhou Xuan, our young lady actually...actually..."

"No need to say, I know what's going on with you, Miss."

"……"time.

Time was about to run out, so it would be fine if he said more and made more mistakes, but now he clearly didn't even have time to say anything, and Zhou Xuan had already calculated it correctly?
"The space in Jing Country has many layers, all of which are folded up. Your young lady is hiding in the folded space. Once Mingjiang Mansion is destroyed, the folded space in Mingjiang Mansion will unfold. Your young lady will have no place to hide, and her whereabouts will be exposed."

"Well, our young lady is hiding in the world of time, and what you said unfortunately came true." Guangyin's originally relaxed brows completely relaxed.

A slight mistake can lead to a huge error, not to mention that Zhou Xuan's inference was extremely far from the truth.

However, he was happy to see that Zhou Xuan's deduction was wrong. Go to the folding space. If you can find the lady in any folding space in Jingguo, I will always be your surname Zhou.

"Is your lady hiding in the world of time?"

"Haha, the Time Realm, what a wonderful place! No demigod in the world has ever returned since they went to the Time Realm. My lady is hiding there, and she is quite safe."

"Oh, you also think your lady is 'hiding', right?"

"what do you mean?"

"I'm just making up a lie for you to test your guts and see if your so-called lady is hiding in the future and issuing orders openly, or is she hiding in the future like a rat, secretly planning something."

When he heard the word "future", Guangyin's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He tried hard to suppress his expression and pretended to be calm and asked back: "Future? What future?"

He didn't know that all his micro-expressions were being analyzed frame by frame by Miss Wall in Zhou Xuan's secret realm.

"Ah Xuan, your guess that the young lady is hiding in the future is very correct. When the word 'future' appeared, Guangyin's expression was obviously not relaxed enough, and there was a little bit of tension, which is enough to show that he has a great reaction to 'future'."

"clear."

After Zhou Xuan responded to Miss Qiang, he said to Guang Yin: "The past cannot be retrieved and should be regarded as fate, while the future can still be changed and should be regarded as impermanence.
The general outline of the future will change with major events in reality, and the flood disaster in Mingjiang Prefecture is a major event that can change the future."

"So I guess your young lady is hiding in the future Mingjiang Mansion. The current Mingjiang Mansion is destroyed. Does the future Mingjiang Mansion still exist?"

Zhou Xuan's words were extremely oppressive. This time, he could see the frustration in Guangyin's expression with his naked eyes without Miss Qiang's analysis.

"In which year of the future will your young lady be hiding in Mingjiang Mansion?"

Guang Yin was really silent this time. He never expected that Zhou Xuan could actually deduce the truth in such a short time.

But he remained silent. At this point, he knew not much more than Zhou Xuan.

He only knew that the young lady was hiding in the future, but he didn't know which year's future it was.

"You don't want to tell me exactly in which year your young lady hid in Mingjiang Mansion? That's fine too, let's change the subject."

Zhou Xuan stared at the time and asked, "Your young lady's Taoism is obviously higher than that of Peng Hou. A thick fog fell on Mingjiang Mansion, isolating the power of the gods, but she still didn't show her strength. I'm afraid that eight incense sticks can't stop her Taoism."

Zhou Xuan estimated that even Lord Jian, who was in his 80s and 90s, could not accomplish such a grand move.

"Even Master Jian can't do it, your young lady must have nine incense sticks to burn."

Speaking of the Nine Incense Sticks,
The musicians and painters' faces changed.

Zhou Xuan continued, "Nine incense sticks are the level of the sky god, which is enough to kill the old gods. Such a high incense person is hiding in the future Mingjiang Mansion and secretly planning to pollute Zulong. I guess your lady doesn't dare to show her true face to others."

"..." The more Guang Yin listened, the more frightened he became. How could Zhou Xuan guess everything?

But Zhou Xuan did not rely entirely on guessing. If he had not dealt with the kidnapper, the Blood Well Society, and the evil god during his time in Mingjiang Mansion, and had not gone to the time and space world of Jingguo to obtain enough information and knowledge, he would not have been able to deduce the identity of the "Miss" so quickly.

The so-called deduction is nothing more than getting enough premises.

Zhou Xuan added: "The well lamp under your lady's seat has used the Star Covering Curse before. The Guaizi Hall has a deep cooperation with you. The way they bless the spirit bones and spirit flesh is to engrave the inscription of the Star Covering Curse on them.

As for Zhaxing, he had an affair with the Sky Buddha, Venerable Qiye, two hundred years ago, and gave birth to a descendant named "Six Desires", and was executed by Jingguo.

The Star-Covering Spell was therefore lost.

So the question is, where did Guaizi and Jingdeng get the Star-Blocking Inscription and the Star-Blocking Spell?"

Zhou Xuan smiled coldly and said, "So Zhe Xing is not really dead. She is your young lady, hiding in the future Mingjiang Mansion."

This answer is shocking.

The painter and musician were speechless for a moment.

The nine incense sticks "Zhaxing" from the human world two hundred years ago are not dead?

"Not only is Zha Xing not dead, but I'm afraid we have to question whether Venerable Qiye, who was involved with Zha Xing, is dead or not."

Zhou Xuan once sensed that there was more than one person behind the evil god, at least one man and one woman.

That woman is Zhaxing, who is that man... Now Zhou Xuan, it is hard not to guess that the man is the Seven Leaves Venerable who once achieved enlightenment in the Seven Leaves Temple. "A former Sky Buddha, a human Nine Incense? Why are they hiding in the future Mingjiang Mansion?"

The musician asked Zhou Xuan.

He seemed to have forgotten that Zhou Xuan didn't know much more than he did, but just now Zhou Xuan's deductions layer by layer in the stone house even made the musician believe... Zhou Xuan probably witnessed the scene with his own eyes.

"I don't know. I can only guess."

Zhou Xuan said: "Zhexing and Qiye Venerable were once executed by the will of Jingguo. Although they escaped, they dare not show up now.
The world of time and space is protected by "incense and fire."

Zhou Xuan was not clear about this person's specific strength, but just because of a wisp of his clone, he could control the nine palaces of Jingguo in the map of mountains and rivers and kill everyone in the Baoshan Temple area of ​​the Buddhist Kingdom. His strength was far beyond the god level.

Although Zhaxing and Qiye Zunzhe both have god-level strength, they are still not enough in front of "Incense and Fire".

"In the world of time and space, he fears "incense and fire", and in the human world..."

"In the human world, they are afraid of Nuo." The painter finally encountered an easy question. He said, "No one knows when Nuo will wake up. Zhaxing and Qiye are afraid that Nuo will wake up, so they dare not come to the human world."

Zhou Xuan nodded and questioned Guang Yin: "Why did you pollute Mingjiang Zulong? Maybe Zhexing and Qiye Zun want to say goodbye to the days of hiding, right?"

Guang Yin shook his head: "I don't know, I know nothing. I don't know where the young lady is hiding, and I don't know why the young lady wants to defile Ran Zulong. I love the young lady... I long to be with the young lady for all my lives..."

For a moment, Guang Yin suddenly turned into a "lovesickened licker".

But Zhou Xuan was not surprised. He heard from Zhao Wuya that when the Hongbo in Mingjiang Mansion started, Guangyin scolded Mo Tingsheng for wanting to kill the young lady. He seemed to be particularly concerned about Zhexing...

Zhou Xuan did not continue to ask, but said to Guang Yin: "You said you didn't know that the young lady was hiding in the future year, but I actually believe you.
If even a layman like you knows where Zhaxing is hiding, then the incense Taoist priest would have known it long ago. If he knew, Zhaxing would probably really fall."

After saying this, Zhou Xuan said to the musician, "Old Le, keep a close eye on him. It's time to examine the food first."

Shi Wei Tian is in Mr. Feng's body, and the last divine descendant who polluted Mingjiang Zulong is "Shi Zi", who also participated in the incident of polluting Zulong.

The storyteller’s dream couldn’t trap the evil god, so how could it not trap Food is the Heaven?
After Zhou Xuan left with the painter and Lady Red Coffin, the musician looked at Guang Yin and said with a smile, "You guys deserved to lose, right? The young master is very smart."

Guangyin lowered his head and became autistic. He came in just to mock Gu Lao and Zheng Shen, but just because of this mockery, the young lady might very well die.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He grabbed his hair and pulled it hard.

"I'm stupid, really."

……

Another cell became the place where Mo Tingsheng was imprisoned.

Mo Tingsheng is no longer worth interrogating, so there is naturally no need to use the interrogation stone house.

When Zhou Xuan and his companions arrived at the cell, Qingfeng, who was standing at the door, bowed to Zhou Xuan.

"Thank you, young sir, for saving Mingjiang Mansion."

Qingfeng's love for Mingjiang Mansion far exceeds that of a painter, and he is different from most incense masters.

There was an old saying in Zhou Xuan's previous life: poor in literature and rich in martial arts. This saying also makes sense in the Jing Kingdom.
It’s just that “martial arts” has become “cultivation through incense and worship”.

In the Well Country, there are many people with outstanding talents who have started to communicate with spirits at an early age. However, because they do not have the opportunity, they have to burn incense after communicating with spirits. The spiritual communication will disappear after a period of time, and they will never be able to practice incense again.

How could a child from a poor family learn to practice spiritual cultivation or burn incense?

It is also because of this that many people with extraordinary talents, because they do not have the opportunity to worship incense, become mediocre and become human pawns for kidnappers.

Qingfeng's family was poor since he was young. His father died early due to overwork and his mother was often ill.
It was Xiao Qingfeng at that time, who worked as a dock worker, earning a meager salary and buying medicine for his mother's medical treatment.

Although he was poor, Qingfeng never stole or robbed. He only had justice in his eyes and was a kind-hearted person. If there were elderly people or widows in the neighborhood who were sick or in trouble, he would help take care of them if he was free.

Because of his sincere heart, Qingfeng was chosen by the City God. The one who chose him was not anyone in the City God Hall, but "a wisp of green wind in the City God Taoist Temple."

After Qingfeng entered the City God Hall, he was required to walk through every inch of Mingjiang Prefecture and witness every suffering in the streets and alleys in the first three years.

Only after traveling through the world and seeing the suffering of all living beings can one have a heart that encourages good and eliminates evil, and only then can one become the green breeze at the entrance of the City God's Hall.

During the years when the City God Hall was most corrupted by kidnappers, Qingfeng never went along with the Monument King and the Temple Master, and truly became the last Qingfeng in the hall.

Until these years, Qingfeng has always maintained the habit he had when he first entered the hall, and would go for a walk in the slums whenever he had nothing to do.
If he saw someone's family suffering from a serious illness, he would give them some money. If he heard that someone in someone's family was kidnapped, he would kill the kidnappers and rescue the person.
But he was alone and weak, and was suppressed by the temple master, the stele king, and the suffering scholars of the Bone Elders Association. The painters and musicians were obsessed with painting and singing, and did not care much about the management of the hall.
He couldn't defeat the ferocious kidnapper by himself.

Until Zhou Xuan appeared out of nowhere, the master of the temple and the king of the stele both died in the struggle with Zhou Xuan. Qingfeng finally became the head of the City God Hall and caught all the kidnappers in one fell swoop. He finally vented the anger that had been suppressed for many years.

But just as the Guaizi Hall was destroyed, Mo Tingsheng and the three gods set off another huge wave, aiming to destroy Mingjiang Prefecture.

Fortunately, there was Zhou Xuan, who tricked the three gods out one by one, gathered the Mingjiang Youshen, and beheaded the three gods.

"It wasn't me who saved Mingjiang Mansion. Everyone contributed." Zhou Xuan was not impressed by Qingfeng's gratitude. He smiled and asked, "How are Mr. Feng and Mo Tingsheng?"

"Mr. Feng almost devoured Mo Ting alive. He just calmed down a little bit. The cell is relatively quiet."

Qingfeng said so.

Zhou Xuan nodded and pushed open the door. He saw Mr. Feng lying in the corner with blood all over his mouth. He pointed at Mo Tingsheng and cursed: "The drought in Huilang River that year was the same as the flood in Mingjiang Mansion yesterday?"

Mo Tingsheng's body was covered with bite wounds. From a distance, one would have thought that he was covered with barbs.

"Mo Tingsheng, I treated you as a brother. I was really blind. I never thought that the Huilang River was destroyed by a pig-dog like you."

"Mr. Feng, after all these years in Jing Country, the only person I feel sorry for is you..."

"What's the use of saying that?" Zhou Xuan raised his foot and stepped on Mo Tingsheng's mouth.

Mo Tingsheng's teeth seemed to be stepped on and fell out. He spat on the ground, red and white all over the floor.

"After you came to Jingguo, who can you be worthy of?"

Zhou Xuan stepped forward again.

Mr. Feng, who was not far away, kowtowed to Zhou Xuan. The flood in Mingjiang Prefecture yesterday made Mr. Feng completely realize what happened to the drought in Huilang River that year.

"Mo Tingsheng asked me to form a kidnapper's hall to cause a flood and gather the souls of millions of ordinary people in Mingjiang Prefecture to seek revenge on the gods... Bah, it turns out that the people of the Buddhist country want to gather the souls and open the passage between the Buddhist country and Mingjiang Prefecture!

Zhou Xuan, thank you for helping me recognize Mo Tingsheng and seeing through this scam."

"Mr. Feng, there is no point in talking too much. Although you have been deceived by Mo Tingsheng over the years, your hands are stained with too much innocent blood. You will not survive this time."

Zhou Xuan said frankly.

"I don't care about life or death now. For a fool like me, not being able to survive is also a kind of relief."

Mr. Feng looked up and asked Zhou Xuan: "I only have one request."

"You are not qualified to make demands."

"I hope to die at the hands of my junior brother." The junior brother Mr. Feng mentioned was Zhou Xuan's master Yuan Buyu.

"Uh..." Zhou Xuan asked Zhou Lingyi through the link in his body to see if his master was willing to accept this seemingly unreasonable request.

The senior brother is going to die at the hands of the junior brother. Doesn't this add a stain to the junior brother's reputation?

In all the major gangs in Jing Country, it is not an honorable thing for a junior brother to kill a senior brother.

But unexpectedly, Zhou Lingyi sent Yuan Buyu into the cell through the "tree door" of the ancestral tree.

Yuan Buyu walked out from behind Zhou Xuan, his face wrinkled, and looked at Mr. Feng: "Second Brother, you have been so wrong these years..."

"Junior brother, you have a good disciple, better than your previous disciples."

Mr. Feng sighed and said, "I thought it was the gods who killed my family and hundreds of people in Fengjia Village. I was filled with hatred, but now it turns out to be just a scam."

He looked at Zhou Xuan with a hopeful look similar to that of an elder passing down his teachings to a younger generation, and said, "I am a storyteller. In this hall, I used to be the one who went the furthest."

Mr. Feng said that he had gone the furthest among the storytellers, and Zhou Xuan had no objection. After all, Mr. Feng was the one who taught Yuan Buyu Taoism.

If Mr. Feng had not gone astray, he would be a representative figure among storytellers today.

"I have seen the secrets of storytellers before. After a storyteller has mastered the nine incense sticks, he will also master a skill... called the "Book of Will". Only when he has mastered this skill can he become a true storyteller."

Mr. Feng's words made Zhou Xuan feel the same way.

His second tattoo, in addition to comprehending the Nine Incense Sticks technique, can also comprehend a true tattoo of a god.

What Peng Hou comprehended was the Heavenly Ghost Map, while what Zhou Xuan comprehended was the Mountain and River Map.

The tattoo hall is like this, and the storyteller has no reason to do so.

"What is the use of the "Book of Will"? "

Zhou Xuan asked.

"This starts with the origin of our storytellers." Mr. Feng's eyes were burning as he began to talk about the origin of storytellers...

(End of this chapter)