Day and night tour

Chapter 272 Mr. Zhao

Facing the temple master's curse, Zhou Xuan watched coldly and said,
"Master, what's wrong with you cursing me? I left one of your eyes in my secret realm just to let you see if I can wade out of the muddy water of Mingjiang Mansion.
Now I think it is worth keeping you here. In two days, you will be able to see what the style of the City God is like."

"Qingfeng has no vision. He cannot be the head of the City God."

The eyes of the temple master had been cracked by the other eyes in the City God Taoist Temple, but he was really angry today and had to vent his anger despite the pain.

"For the City God to develop, it needs money and the support of bigwigs. I have been managing the City God for so many years, and the size of the hall has doubled. The Bone Elders Association is no longer able to suppress us..."

"What's the use of being big but useless? Don't you forget what the original purpose of establishing the City God Hall was?"

Zhou Xuan said sternly: "It was Shui Yong, the first city god who was responsible for slaying demons and defending the Way. He cut off his own Dharma body and stayed in the human world so that you could better defend the Way.

To uphold the Way is to eliminate injustice and evildoers wherever they are causing trouble, and to protect the peace of the area, rather than making the city god so large to compete with others in size. "

"In your hands, the City God has become a lackey of the kidnapper. The bigger this kind of gang becomes, the more harmful it will be. You are a cancer in Mingjiang. Only Qingfeng has never forgotten the original intention of the City God."

"Humph……"

The temple master snorted coldly, but his momentum was obviously lower.

Zhou Xuan was too lazy to continue paying attention to him and went back to the inn with Zhao Wuya.

There are still a lot of students in Huifeng Medical College. Zhou Xuan and Zhao Wuya released their perception at the same time to absorb the dragon energy.

The two of them smoked at the same time, but their efficiency was very different. Yazi smoked for a long time, but felt lonely, so he cried out,
"Landlord, please stop smoking. I can't smoke anything if you're with me."

Zhao Wuya was walking around the campus alone, absorbing the dragon energy and feeling extremely refreshed. But when he was standing next to Zhou Xuan, Zhou Xuan could only absorb nine and a half out of ten dragon energies. The efficiency of the two was completely on a different level.

"Yazi, don't scream. I didn't tell you not to inhale. You just can't inhale. You can't blame me."

"What bad luck! Your perception is bullying me. I'm going to report you to my Grandmaster."

Zhao Wuya felt so uncomfortable.

"Why are you still in a hurry? Today I want to build up my dragon energy, so I'll absorb more. Tomorrow I'll restrain myself and give you some dragon energy." Zhou Xuan said.

Zhao Wuya sighed and stuffed the compass into his cloth bag. At today's efficiency, the dragon energy he absorbed was not as precious as the physical strength he consumed while holding the compass.

Zhao Wuya has a very easy-going attitude towards cultivation. It is good to be able to cultivate, but it is also okay not to cultivate.

"Forget it, I won't argue with you."

He took out the ice musk oil from his bag and applied it on his head. After his hair was done neatly, he took out a paper bag from his bag and untied the hemp rope elegantly. Inside was a cake with cream filling.

He ate it with a steel spoon.

After taking two or three bites of the cream cake, Zhao Wuya's face, which had been pale just now, immediately turned rosy.

"Yazi, has your fortune-telling business opened recently?"

"No."

Zhao Wuya said: "I always want to go for fortune-telling, but I can't bring myself to do it."

"When you read the girl's palm, I thought you were quite condescending."

"This is student enthusiasm. Actually, I am a little shy."

"Your business hasn't even started yet, but you're selling ice musk oil and cream cakes. You're making a lot of money."

The ice musk oil that Zhao Wuya applied came from a large powder shop in Mingjiang Prefecture. It was very expensive, and any jar would cost dozens of yuan.

As for cream cakes, they are not cheap either. They are the favorite snacks of young ladies, but ordinary people cannot afford them.

“Just because I don’t do business doesn’t mean I don’t have money.”

"Xunlong Hall sends you money regularly?"

"Xunlongtangkou doesn't have any funds. They are just a bunch of country bumpkins running around the mountains."

Zhao Wuya took out another bag of cream cake from his bag and motioned for Zhou Xuan to eat it.

Zhou Xuan took the cake. As long as he kept his perception active, he could collect the dragon energy.

He held the cake and ate it in big mouthfuls, but his eating manner was not as elegant as Zhao Wuya's.

Zhou Xuan asked: "It's not the money from the hall, and your fortune-telling business is not open yet, where do you get the money to eat, drink and have fun every day?"

"Landlord, what is this?" Zhao Wuya showed the steel spoon for scooping cake.

"A stainless steel spoon." Zhou Xuan replied.

The country already has some stainless steel products, but they are relatively expensive and are unaffordable for ordinary people.

"The stainless steel products in Mingjiang Prefecture, Pingshui Prefecture, and Huangyuan Prefecture were all produced in my father's factory."

“……”Zhou Xuan.

So Yazi is a second-generation steelmaker?
"The Xuanmen noble, Young Master Xunlong, is indeed worthy of his reputation." Zhou Xuan found the reason why Zhao Wuya was so lazy about Xunlong.

How much money does this family have to make by supplying stainless steel products to three mansions? They can't afford to go through the hardship of searching for dragons. What if the young master gets too tired?

"My family is a little bit well-off, so it's not a problem to provide me with food and drink."

While Zhao Wuya was talking, he had finished eating the cake. He folded the wrapping paper and put it away. Then he went to the laundry pool in front of a building, washed the steel spoon, wiped it with a handkerchief until it was shiny, and put it in his bag.

“Rich second-generations are so elegant.”

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"Landlord, even though we earn a lot, we also pay a lot to Xunlong Hall. Those country folks do nothing all day and wander around the mountains and fields. They are almost bankrupting us."

Zhao Wuya's feelings towards Xunlong Hall are quite complicated.

"Why does your factory have to pay tribute to Xunlong Hall? Without Xunlong Tianshi, the boiler in your factory can't be ignited?"

"Jingguo is a theocracy. All big factories have to look for big gangs to rely on. With the gangs behind them, those gangs don't dare to set their sights on our factories."

"Then you don't call it tribute, you call it protection money."

Zhou Xuan never expected that... the elegant and graceful Dragon Seeker was actually a protection fee collector.

"That's why my father wants to send me to Xunlong Hall. As long as my realm is high, Xunlong Hall will not be able to charge us any fees, and they will have to protect my factory tightly."

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he felt sorry for Zhao Wuya and said, "You can absorb the dragon energy. I won't absorb it for now. Don't delay your family's business."

"Really?" Zhao Wuya asked.

"Really? Go ahead... By the way, how high do you want your realm to be before Xunlong Hall stops charging you protection fees?"

"Eight or more incense sticks, nine is best."

"Then don't inhale it anymore. This little bit of dragon energy is just a drop in the bucket. When will you be able to last for eight incense sticks?"

Zhou Xuan domineeringly took all the dragon energy... Eight incense sticks were enough for Yazi to practice for twenty years.

All musicians and painters have to wait until middle age before entering the age of eight incense sticks...and they still occupy the light of the empty mirror.

While Zhou Xuan was absorbing the dragon energy, he asked Zhao Wuya, "Ya Zi, there is a Kong Ming mirror, which is helpful for cultivation. How about I teach you how to activate the mirror?"

"No, no."

Zhao Wuya waved his hands quickly and said, "I heard from my great-grandmaster that after learning the Kongming Mirror, people were hunted down and killed. All of them were killed in Canglong Mountain. For our Zhao family, safety is our top priority. Although we have to pay tribute, we don't have to worry about food and drink. We are all living well. My father is going to have some free time, so he even took our eleven aunts to the movies."

The son of a rich family just can't risk his life... Zhou Xuan understands Zhao Wuya very well... His father can afford to support eleven wives, so why would he risk his life for such a luxurious life?

A young man should not stand under a dangerous wall...

……

Mingjiang Mansion, Jiuli Mansion,

Zhaxing lay in the coffin and sighed.

"Second brother, the Zoroastrianism insists that we destroy the magic weapon of Mingjiang Mansion."

The mansion's maid, Mother Yuan, linked to the Zoroastrian Fire Order and communicated with the Zoroastrian Fire Cult for a long time, but the attitude of the Fire Cult was very tough. They insisted that Mingjiang's magic weapon must be destroyed. If it failed, the Fire Cult would destroy Jiuli Mansion and expose Zhaxing.

"The magic weapon cannot be destroyed!"

The lid of the coffin was opened, and a monster with a lion's head and a human body sat up from the coffin. He shook the mane on his face, and every hair sparkled with starlight when it swayed.

Unlike what Zhou Xuan and the others guessed, he was not Zha Xing’s old lover... Venerable Qi Ye.

He is really Zhaxing’s second brother, a “group of stars” from the Shenhuixing Kingdom.

"Little sister, we should go back to Xingguo. We can't defeat the Zoroastrianism or the incense Taoist priests."

The stars gaze upon the lid of the coffin,
Inside the cover, there is a star map. He and Zhaxing hid in the coffin day and night, relying on the star map to conceal their aura and prevent the incense Taoist priests from finding their traces. "Second brother, you just need to delay for a few more days. When the Zulong is completely polluted, the six sons will be able to gather together. They will inherit our will and turn the Jing Kingdom upside down.
When that time comes, you and I will activate the star array and return to the Shenhui Star Country."

"It's not too late to leave now. If you wait a few more days, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

The starlight has gathered very densely between the stars' manes, and he seems to be ready to draw a star array on the ground to escape at any time.

"I can't leave. I want to avenge Qiye and point my sword at the will of Jingguo." Zhexing said, "I still have to fight for myself."

"What do you have to be angry about? Were you the first one to give birth to the Buddha's son Six Desires with that Seven Leaves?"

"I have been the guardian of the human world of Jing Country for more than a hundred years. I used my star mist to prevent those gods from descending to the human world. Before I was executed, I had never done anything that was against heaven and earth. On the contrary, I was grateful to the human world."

"Just because I fell in love with Venerable Qiye, and did what everyone in the world would do, Qiye was beheaded. If my second brother hadn't arrived in time, I would have been executed as well.

I cannot swallow this insult. I want to face Jing Guozhi and ask him...what did I do wrong?"

"Hey, little sister, don't be so stubborn. Let's go while we can still go."

"Second brother, let's go. Isn't it just destroying Mingjiang's magic weapon? I will destroy it myself."

Faced with Zhaxing's persistence, the stars did not leave after all. He sighed, lay down in the coffin again, and used the star map behind the coffin lid to cover up his breath.

"Then let's find a way to destroy Mingjiang's magic weapon." Qunxing said youyou.

……

Zhao Wuya and Zhou Xuan have already walked out of Huifeng Medical College.
The two of them called a rickshaw and took the car back to Dongshi Street.

The car pulled to Yasan Road, where there was a small temple not much bigger than an ordinary pawnshop.

When Zhao Wuya saw the temple, he called out to the rickshaw driver, "Stop for a moment. I'm going to burn some incense."

Zhao Wuya's car stopped in front, and the driver behind also braked the car. Zhou Xuan lay sideways in the car and asked Zhao Wuya, "Yazi, why did you stop the car?"

"I'm going to burn some incense at the temple."

"Are you crazy? You are a Taoist priest, burning incense in a Buddhist temple? What are you thinking?"

"I just want to burn one incense stick."

Zhao Wuya threw off his sleeves and walked into the temple with confidence. After giving the temple priest a bill, he took the three incense sticks handed to him.

He lit the incense, bowed three times to the Buddha statue, put the incense into the incense burner, and then sat cross-legged in meditation.

"Young sir, would you like to come in and burn some incense?"

The temple keeper saw Zhou Xuan waiting outside and asked.

The "little sir" in his words does not mean the same as the "little sir" in the Bone Elders Association.

The temple keeper saw that Zhou Xuan was dressed elegantly and thought that he must have some spare money in his pocket, so he respectfully addressed him as "young sir" and hoped that he would buy incense and worship the Buddha.

For this kind of small temple, the keeper's income comes from the incense money earned from selling incense.

"I don't worship in temples." Zhou Xuan responded to the temple priest.

"This Buddhist temple is very spiritual."

The temple keeper said, "This is a small living Buddha temple, not one of those messy Buddhas."

"What kind of Buddha is in this temple?"

"The Compassionate and Free Venerable Golden Leaf."

"Never heard of this Buddha?" Zhou Xuan said.

"Have you heard of Qiye Temple? It's the Qiye Venerable of Qiye Temple. I don't know why, but Qiye Temple doesn't worship this Buddha anymore. We do in our small temple."

Zhou Xuan frowned when he heard this. Isn't this just a mess of Buddhism?
Seeing that Zhou Xuan was reluctant to buy incense, the temple keeper estimated that the other party was not someone willing to spend money, so he stopped talking and only turned his gaze to Zhao Wuya in the temple.

After waiting for several minutes, Zhao Wuya shook his Taoist robe and walked out.

The temple keeper greeted him with a smile: "Master, I have finished my incense worship."

"For your reward."

Zhao Wuya took out another silver dollar from his bag and threw it to the temple keeper.

The temple keeper took the money, his mouth grinned from ear to ear. He caught the money hanging in the air with both hands, grabbed the silver dollar, blew into it, and listened to what was happening next to his ear.

Hearing the buzzing sound, he was delighted from the bottom of his heart and kept saying, "Thank you, Taoist! Thank you, Taoist!"

After Zhao Wuya got back on the carriage, Zhou Xuan called the driver and asked him to drive side by side with Zhao Wuya's carriage so that they could chat.

"Yazi, your beliefs are so mixed. A Taoist priest is worshipping in a Buddhist temple. Do you know what kind of temple that is?"

"The Compassionate and Free Venerable Golden Leaf."

"Nonsense, the temple keeper just told me that this is the temple of the Venerable Qiye. Do you know who the Venerable Qiye is?"

"is it him?"

Zhao Wuya stayed in the Zhou family's Jingyi Shop every day, so how could he not have heard of the name of Venerable Qiye?

"Not good."

"I don't know either. It's just that a voice in my heart told me to go and pray."

Zhao Wuya didn't care whether the Buddha he was worshipping was crooked or straight. He talked to Zhou Xuan about the time when he was born.
"My father told me that I have had a predestined relationship with Buddhism since I was young. When the midwife was delivering my baby, she said that as soon as she held my feet, she heard Buddhist chanting. She kowtowed to me three times before she dared to deliver my baby."

"On the third day after I was born, my family had a three-day banquet to entertain guests. Guess what... While the guests were drinking and chatting happily, a bunch of spirits came to the outside of my yard, including rat fairies, fox fairies, and yellow-skinned monsters. They stood in a row and kowtowed to my father. To be more precise, they kowtowed to me in my father's arms..."

The more Zhou Xuan listened, the more mysterious it seemed to him. He immediately said, "You are so awesome... I guess those monsters are afraid that you are a jinx and are begging your father to send you back to prevent you from bringing disaster to your land."

"That's all nonsense. What I'm talking about is true."

Zhao Wuya's face was flushed, and he said, "The elders over there all said that I was reborn with a great affinity with Buddha. The spirits smelled the Buddha's scent on me, and came here to rub the Buddha's aura."

"It sounds like a storytelling session."

"It's true, really. If you don't believe me, go to my hometown and ask around. People there don't call me Dragon Seeker. They all call me Master Zhao."

Zhou Xuan was shocked when he heard this. In his mind, people who were called "Old Buddha"... were usually not good people and were very harmful to the country and the people.

"That sounds like bullshit to me."

"Alas, you don't understand. If the Buddhist temples hadn't had so many and profound precepts, I would have become a monk. Maybe I could have really become a great Buddha."

Zhao Wuya took out two paper bags from his bag, handed one to Zhou Xuan and kept one for himself.

"What's the matter?"

"Delicious meat, eat it."

Zhao Wuya unwrapped the paper bag, took out the greasy, crispy and fragrant meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and at the same time took out a small jar of liquor from his bag.

He took a sip of wine and a bite of meat and enjoyed the meal very much.

"Ya Zi, you are a real young master. You came out to gather some dragon energy and carry a big bag of food. For someone like you, don't bother to talk about it. Just join the Beggars' Sect. Isn't your status higher than now?"

Zhou Xuan didn't take Zhao Wuya's words to heart. It was such a mysterious thing. In addition, Yazi was always talkative, so he probably thought that Yazi was just bragging.
"Landlord, I have burned six incense sticks."

"Blow all?"

"Look and see if I am Liuzhuxiang."

Zhao Wuya released his aura. Zhou Xuan's incense was not very strong, but his perception was very strong. He sensed Wuya's aura a little bit and it was true... it was indeed the aura of six incense sticks.

"Mo Tingsheng has directly filled you with six sticks of energy?"

But Mo Tingsheng is only a Buddhist who only has three incense sticks. Even if he transfers all his cultivation to Zhao Wuya, he cannot directly increase five incense sticks to six.

"It's still rising, and my incense is still burning rapidly."

"No way, three incense sticks are going to help you ascend to seven incense sticks? Is this scientific?"

Zhao Wuya closed his eyes and concentrated, not speaking for a long time.

Zhou Xuan waited for a while, and was somewhat concerned about Zhao Wuya's incense, so he asked, "Ya Zi, is it the seventh stick?"

"Five incense sticks have been burned." Yazi replied painfully.

Zhou Xuan was even more surprised and said, "Your incense is really weird...burning it upside down?"

(End of this chapter)