Day and night tour

Chapter 295: Storm
Zhou Xuan stared at his own empty mirror world, and was very surprised.
According to his understanding of the empty and bright mirror, every disciple who practices in Jingguo can condense an empty and bright mirror.

This means that every disciple has a world of empty and clear mirror.

The empty and clear world is like a series of isolated islands, existing only in the empty and clear mirrors, scattered among the people.

And now, he understood that these worlds were not truly isolated islands, but could be completely connected.

"Based on my deduction, the world in the Kongming Mirror is not an illusion, but a more realistic space than the real space of Jingguo."

"Zhou Xuan, you should be the person born in the empty and bright world."

Not long ago, the prophecy of the God of Suffering, which sounded like a dream, actually showed signs of coming true.

"It seems that the deduction of the God of Suffering is reasonable."

"Young sir..."

Peng Sheng and the musician, who were supported by two isolated islands, saw Zhou Xuan in the empty mirror world. They bowed and clasped their hands to say hello.

However, as soon as the name "young master" was uttered, they both fell silent.

In the world in the Kongming Mirror, Zhou Xuan’s aura was too terrifying.

Even though these two people had not learned the "Qi-Looking Method" of Feng Shui Taoism, they could see that Zhou Xuan's figure was filled with golden aura.

The rich breath transformed into billions of golden threads, extending in all directions, spreading towards the earth, mountains, rivers, and sky.

Peng Sheng and the musicians saw these scenes and felt that Zhou Xuan was the origin of this world.

Those golden threads are countless roots, connecting heaven and earth, mountains and water.

For a moment, the two were in a trance. They couldn't tell whether it was this empty mirror world that was transmitting vast energy to Zhou Xuan through countless roots.

It was Zhou Xuan who used his roots and rhizomes as a medium and his own power to create this continent.

Who is the root and who is the source?

Who is the cause and who is the effect?

Even with the eyesight of the musician and Peng Sheng, it was difficult to see an answer close to the truth.

But one thing is certain,
Zhou Xuan possesses the supreme will in this world.

This "supreme will" may be produced by Zhou Xuan himself, or he may be the spokesperson of the will.
No matter which answer it is, the title "Little Master" cannot accurately refer to Zhou Xuan in this mirror world.

"Lord, your devout believer, on this isolated island on earth, offers you the most sincere prayer."

"The world is with you. I am only begging you for the duty of acting as your agent for a part of the world."

The musician and Peng Sheng both displayed a piety unique to fanatical believers, and spoke the prayers fluently.

They both knew similar prayers by heart.

Peng Sheng is the Peach Blossom Witch of the Tattooed Tree Clan. Not only does he worship the ancestral tree day and night, he also regards the "Witch God", one of the four great celestial beings, as the highest belief of the tree clan's prayers.

Musician was the second clergyman of the Bone Elders for many years.

The purpose and teachings of the Bone Elders' Society have never changed over the years... To find the "God of Suffering" and resurrect Him.

For these two people, they have recited the prayer many times. This time they changed the object of their prayer to "Zhou Xuan", and when they recited the words, they were fluent and natural.

“I accept your prayers.”

There seemed to be a will in Zhou Xuan's body that was as vast as the universe and as far as the ends of the earth.

Because of the existence of this will, Zhou Xuan entered a state of emptiness and clarity, and his every move was not like the usual Zhou Xuan.

His voice was cold but carried a strong pressure that made his tiny figure look superior.

But Peng Sheng and the musicians felt that this strange feeling of being “superior” was very natural.
They all had a strong feeling - Zhou Xuan in the empty mirror should be high and mighty, while the two of them should be so small that they have to kneel and prostrate themselves to show their piety.

The two of them knelt on the ground at the same time, prostrating themselves with their foreheads pressed against the ground, waiting for Zhou Xuan's next blessing.

"When the world was in chaos, nine ancestral trees were born. After millions of years of growth, their towering trunks lifted up the sky, separating the sky from the earth.
The nine ancestral trees are the nine pillars between heaven and earth.
Among the nine ancestral trees, except for the Zhou family willow tree, the other ancestral trees offered branches and leaves and became divine.

Those who obtain the godhood will become the gods of this country."

Zhou Xuan himself was not under his own control, and actually acted like the "Supreme Will", telling mythological legends similar to "Genesis".

"You two have come to this world and met me, and I will bless you with my divinity.
You are the gods I have conferred upon you with my divine power."

When Zhou Xuan spoke to this point, his body suddenly grew rapidly until it became as majestic as a mountain.

The hundreds of millions of roots that connected him to the heaven and earth intertwined and formed a giant hand formed by vines, which reached into his body.

When the giant hand was pulled out of Zhou Xuan's body, a beating heart appeared in its palm.

The giant hand held the heart and hung it above Peng Sheng and the musicians' heads. The heart suddenly exploded, and the pumping blood splashed down like a bloody rain.

In the midst of this bloody rain, the musician heard the sound of countless Taoists studying the Taoist scriptures.

The incense of the Gu Lao Hui is composed of Tao and blood, among which Tao is greater than blood.

Gu Lao, after all, is more like a Taoist.

"The Supreme One has ordered me to hunt down the evil spirits. The golden sword and golden armor will protect my soul and body."

The musician felt that his temperament was endlessly sublimating. His incense had returned to its original simplicity. After being baptized by the blood rain, the "Tao" in his incense had become more real.

He couldn't help but recite the basic mantra of the Bone Elders' Painful Sect - the protective mantra.

This magical spell can greatly enhance Bone Old Man's ability to "regenerate flesh and blood".

The musician, on the other hand, comprehended the "Tao" through this magical spell.

Unlike the "Tao and Blood" of the Bone Elders, the Tree Clan to which Peng Sheng belongs, has only one ingredient in their incense: "Spirit".

The Jingguo incense and Shinto are composed of four things: blood, flesh, spirit, and Tao. The one who gave birth to the "spirit" is the witch god of ancient times.

The Tree Tribe is the oldest tribe. For more than 2,000 years, they have been inheriting the blood of the ancient witches.
Among the tribe, the oldest blood sacrifice shrine of the witch clan is also preserved. The sinister and bloody "Heavenly God Sacrifice" is a witness to this.

Although Peng Sheng was also baptized by Zhou Xuan's heart blood, he did not hear the sound of the Taoist priest studying the Taoist scriptures.

He saw countless members of the ancient witch tribe, dancing in strange movements and making howls like those of evil spirits and beasts.

As Peng Sheng followed the dance, his hands and feet couldn't help but make movements similar to the ancient witch's dance and he danced in a very rhythmic manner.

"Spirit, witches are the spirits of heaven and earth. I use tattoos to depict the dance of the spirits of heaven and earth."

Peng Sheng waved the bone needle involuntarily, drawing a tattoo of the ancient witch's dance between heaven and earth.

His incense is also condensing.

The process of conferring a title upon a god is actually the process of refining incense.

In the eyes of Peng Sheng and the musicians, this process seemed to have lasted for tens of thousands of years. The sun rose and the moon set, the mountains and rivers changed, and they didn't know how many years had passed.

But in Zhou Xuan's view, the process only took a few blinks of an eye.

Under the influence of the protective spell, a golden leaf condensed and penetrated into the musician's body.

The tattoo of the Ancient Witch Dance turned into a golden branch and pierced into Peng Sheng's spine.
The two people's journey to becoming gods has come to a successful conclusion.

"Peng Sheng dare not abuse the blessing bestowed upon me by the Lord. From now on, I will only use this blessing to achieve the direction guided by the Supreme Will."

"Supreme Will, I will always be your loyal believer and accept your guidance."

The musician kowtowed to Zhou Xuan again.

Zhou Xuan seemed to be overexerted, his eyelids drooped and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

As he fell asleep, the world in the mirror closed up.

The three empty mirrors in the Jingyi shop lost their color at the same time and then disappeared.

Zhou Xuan, the musician, and Peng Sheng also returned to the real world.

"In the mirror world, the sealing of the gods has been completed, but whether it is true as the God of Suffering said, that the sealing in the mirror will also take effect in the real world, still needs to be verified."

Zhou Xuan opened his eyes and preached to Peng Sheng and the musicians.

Yun Ziliang said: "If you add godhood to your body, you will be at the level of a sky god.
The god-level has the power of gods, and can move mountains, control water, make it rain, and raise wind. To verify whether Mr. Peng and the musicians have been successfully conferred in the real world, we just need to move a mountain and control water to find out. "

The musician nodded, closed his eyes, and said, "After the Mingjiang flood, the water has receded, but there are many depressions and sinkholes in the Mingxi District. Brother Peng, work with me to control the water and divert the water in those depressions and sinkholes into the rushing Mingjiang River..."

"That's good. There are still many bodies of Mingjiang people buried in the depressions and sinkholes. It would be a great achievement if we could bring them to light and bury them as soon as possible."

When Peng Sheng said this, he also closed his eyes.

Because of their meditation and the wishes in their hearts, two strange powers evaporated from their bodies.

The golden halo enveloped the two of them, and their common wish made them hold each other's right hands.

The two right hands were clasped together, and a grand scene appeared in Mingjiang Mansion.

……

At the Yunlan Tiankeng in Mingxi District, dozens of watermen are protesting against the supervisors sent by the government.

"We can't go down the tiankeng anymore. The terrain of this tiankeng is too complicated. In the past few days, 200 sailors have entered the tiankeng, and only we survived."

"That's right. No matter how much money you pay, it won't work. Even if you work hard to make money, you still have to live to spend it. Pay the bill for us. We want to go home."

"Everyone, we will not give you any less money, but before you came here, you all signed a life and death agreement, which said that you would retrieve all the bodies, and you must retrieve them. If you suddenly quit, it will be difficult for us to explain to the government office."

"No, no, whoever wants to do it can do it. I have four brothers. We came here to make money just to find a wife. Now my three brothers have lost their lives in the sinkhole. I really can't get out of the sinkhole anymore.
We have to continue the last incense for our family, right? "

The boatmen protested, but the supervisors still wanted them to go into the pit to retrieve the bodies. When the two sides were deadlocked, suddenly, a huge whirlpool swirled in the wide pit. Once the whirlpool was generated, it made a loud rumbling sound. In front of dozens of boatmen and five supervisors, tens of thousands of cubic meters of water in the pit turned into a water dragon and rushed into the sky.

"The pit water turned into a dragon."

The sailors looked up and saw dozens of water dragons rising from the ground in the Mingxi District, gathering above the Ming River, and then sinking down.

In the Yunlan Tiankeng, there was no water, so the floating corpses were quietly piled up at the bottom of the pit, making it very easy to fish them out.

"It must be the fire of the gods. Seeing our suffering, it showed its power and helped us a lot."

"Long live the gods."

"Why don't you kowtow to the gods? They will guarantee our prosperity and wealth in the future."

After seeing the amazing sight of the "water dragon rising into the sky", everyone knelt down and worshiped the fire of the gods and prayed devoutly.

……

The God of Suffering could never have imagined that his anger would suddenly become so strong.

The power of wishes transformed from the major tiankengs in the Mingxi District into invisible flying smoke, flowing towards him.

"Oh, this sudden wealth."

The flame turned into a little man with open arms, welcoming the flying smoke of full wishes.

……

On Dongshi Street, a row of people stood in front of Zhou's cleaning shop.

Zhou Xuan, Yun Ziliang, Lady Red Coffin, Xiao Fuzi, Cui Jie, Mu Hua, and Zhao Wuya all looked at the water dragon in the sky.

"It's done, Peng Sheng, the musician is done."

Zhou Xuan spoke first.

"If a mortal does not burn nine incense sticks, he cannot become a god. Musician, Mr. Peng, you have created a miracle."

Yun Ziliang said.

Zhao Wuya heard the problem in the words and became very excited. He pushed Yun Ziliang and said, "Old Niubi, you are talking nonsense. It is clearly a miracle created by Brother Xuan."

"Fuck it, where's my knife?" Yun Ziliang couldn't find the knife, so he took off his shoes and chased after Zhao Wuya to fight.

Everyone laughed.

"Yazi, stop being so rude. You're getting beaten again."

Zhao Wuya was jumping on the East Market Street to dodge the hammer, while Yun Ziliang was chasing him closely behind, which was quite a show.

Cui Jie laughed at first, then said to Zhou Xuan: "Brother Zhou, Mr. Peng and Mr. Le have finally done a good thing. These days, I often hear customers say that some Mingjiang sailor died in a sinkhole or depression. Those people are also pitiful people.

No one who has a good meal would risk his life to earn money from salvaging corpses."

"Now it's all good. The water in the sinkhole has dried up, the bodies have been found, and the boatmen can take the money they earned these days and go home in good health to enjoy the blessing of having a wife, children, and a warm bed."

Sister Cui put her hands on her forehead, shielding her eyes, and looked at the water dragon rising into the sky. She was happy for the water workers from the bottom of her heart.

The lady in the red coffin said, "Young sir, the head of the Kugui Hall, the "Island Master", invites you to the Huangyuan Water Village to see you."

After the water dragon soared into the sky, Lady Red Coffin received a secret letter from the hall, saying that the boss wanted to invite Zhou Xuan to go to Huangyuan Prefecture.

Except for the bitter ghosts,

"Mr. Ye", "Liushou", "Tianyanguan", "Xunlong"... also sent secret letters through their respective connections, solemnly inviting Zhou Xuan to visit the headquarters of these halls.

Why didn't the painter stand under the eaves to watch the water dragon?
Because of the connections of these gangs, most of the things were entrusted to him.

The painter was in the room, his hands constantly forming secret letters and responding to the leaders of the various halls.

"I will go to Huangyuan Mansion in a few days. I still have to give face to the bitter ghost..."

Zhou Xuan agreed to Kugui's invitation, only because the "Kugui" sect was the only sect that tried its best to save Mingjiang Mansion during the Mingjiang turmoil.

Of course...the name "Kugui" does not appear on the signature of the Book of Will, which is also an important reason why Zhou Xuan is welcome to the Kugui Hall.

With Zhou Xuan's approval, Lady Red Coffin was naturally happy. The painter in the room asked loudly, "Young sir, the shaman from Dongguan Prefecture just now also invited you to visit their hall. They promise that they will treat you with the highest courtesy."

"No, no, I will only go to the Kugui Hall. I have no relationship with the other halls.
Besides, with so many halls inviting me, if I visit them one by one, it would be like traveling around the nine prefectures of Jingguo. There is no time to waste."

Zhou Xuan still refused.

"Those halls have all detected the appearance of a water dragon controlled by divine power in Mingjiang. They can guess that the young master has some divine power, so they all came to curry favor with him."

After the painter wrote a secret letter to the shaman saying "Ten Moved, But Still Rejected", he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

For the first time, he realized that sending secret messages all the time was so tiring.

"In the past, we didn't get to know each other, but now we see someone good, we come to greet each other. That's the reality of the world."

How could Zhou Xuan not know the reasons why these halls made such a grand invitation... They all knew that a mortal like him could be conferred a title by a god.

They all knew that Zhou Xuan still had a third divine power, and that divine power was in the hands of Nuo God, and no one dared to snatch it.

But having this divine nature means that as long as Zhou Xuan is willing... another god-level being will be born in the human world.

He holds great power, so why wouldn't he curry favor with him?

"How does the saying go? A poor man in a busy city wields ten steel hooks, but cannot hook his closest relatives; a rich man in deep poverty has a wooden stick, but cannot beat his ungrateful relatives and friends."

"When I was not famous, no one cared about me. Now that I am famous, I have received invitations from everywhere... I don't have time anymore."

Zhou Xuan pretended to sigh, which made Zhou Lingyi, who had been watching the situation, laugh out loud.

"The way my brother sighs is really funny and interesting."

……

Zhou's class, under the ancestral tree,
Like the painters, Zhou Lingyi received invitations from many studios, and many of them even expressed their intention to cooperate with the Zhou Family Class to take their business to several levels higher.

Zhou Lingyi, like Zhou Xuan, politely declined them all.

Yuan Buyu looked angry and said, "Damn it, when Mingjiang Mansion was besieged by the three great gods, all the people in the halls, except for the bitter ghosts, closed their eyes and ignored it. They could only rely on the wandering gods of Mingjiang Mansion and Pingshui Mansion to hold on.
Now that they saw their apprentice was qualified to be deified, they all came over with smiles on their faces, trying to get close to him.

If you ask me, I have never missed the truth in those good books: if you are poor in a busy city, no one will care about you; if you are rich in a remote mountain area, you will have distant relatives."

"The world is bustling with people, all for profit. From a certain perspective, a business is a big business, and it is only natural for businessmen to pursue profit."

Zhou Lingyi took off the link on her wrist and walked towards Lord Jian, who was sitting under a tree with a frustrated look on his face.

From the time he released the divine bow and looked for Gong Zheng to ask for the divine power to now, it has not been long, only one afternoon.

But in Gong Zheng's eyes, this period of time seemed like several decades, and his hair had grown several strands of silver.

"Master Arrow, the gods in heaven are their own business. As long as the disciples of the Divine Arrow Hall do not let the gods coerce them and do things that anger heaven and man, the Divine Arrow Hall will still be the prestigious Divine Arrow Hall."

"Ah, I never thought that Gong Zheng would be such a mean person."

"Gong Zheng had one of his Dharma bodies cut off by my brother, so he must be filled with resentment. If he were to come to the mortal world, he would deal with my brother..."

"If he dares to come to the world, the "Divine Arrow" Hall will have to replace him with a new god."

Lord Jian's sadness turned into anger. He picked up two wooden boxes and walked towards the gate of Zhou's group.

"Master Arrow, if you have the opportunity to become the new god of the Divine Arrow Hall, would you be willing?"

"It doesn't matter whether I am the new god of the Divine Arrow Hall, as long as the god of the Divine Arrow Hall is no longer Gong Zheng."

When Master Jian said this, he looked up at the sky and clenched his fists...

……

In the East Market Street, the drizzle continues.
It's not that the sky is going to drizzle, but that Zhou Xuan wants it to rain.

"After entering autumn, it is either raining heavily or the sun is shining brightly. There is no trace of the melancholy feeling of autumn."

Zhou Xuan hoped that there would be a drizzle in Dongshi Street, just to moisten the haze on the street. Then he could listen to the "drip-drip" sound of rain hitting the tiles, which would make him feel refreshed.

Peng Sheng naturally followed Zhou Xuan's wishes, and used his divine power to make it rain on the streets of East Market.

at this time,

Most of the people have left.
The musician, the painter, and the Lady of the Red Coffin left, and Peng Sheng played chess with Yun Ziliang.
Zhao Wuya and Zhou Xuan sat under the eaves listening to the rain.

Zhou Xuan stretched out his hand, feeling the warmth of the drizzle in his palm, and said, "What a nice rain, it extinguished all the impatience in my heart."

Then, he turned around and said to Yun Ziliang, "Old Yun, I went to have my fortune told today and got two divinations. The first one showed that my incense was rising and I understood the dragon-walking method."

"Oh."

Yun Ziliang was thinking about the chess move and responded to Zhou Xuan.

As soon as a set of divinations is completed, incense can be burned. The speed of burning incense is extremely fast. But if it happens to someone else, Yun Ziliang might wonder, "What? So fast?", but when it happens to Zhou Xuan, he just thinks it is - ordinary.

"I calculated the second hexagram, but I encountered a difficult one. The hexagram master told me that the King of Hell made the divination, so sir, don't refuse."

Zhou Xuan said.

When Yun Ziliang heard this, he turned his head sharply, holding a handful of white pieces in his hand, and asked, "Is the fortune telling finished?"

"No, I came back to ask you."

Zhou Xuan pointed at Zhao Wuya and said, "The one who made the divination for the King of Hell was Yazi..."

(End of this chapter)