Day and night tour

Chapter 300 The Great Demon of Yellow Plains
Hu Yunhai, just based on the name, Zhou Xuan concluded that among the people who knew Xu Jingshan back then, there was someone from the Hu family.

Since there are people from the Hu clan, it would definitely be a good idea to ask Sister Cui to look for them.

But if he wanted to go to Cui Jie to ask about the Hu Clan, he had to avoid Zhao Wuya.

At this time, Zhao Wuya had finished feeding straw to the black donkey and entered the store.

He stepped over the stone threshold and shouted in a very loud voice, as if he was afraid that Yun Ziliang was hard of hearing and couldn't hear him clearly, "Grandmaster, guess what, today I went out to do fortune-telling business, and it was a good time, one thing after another,

Brother Xuan is great, but the number of business deals he has received is far less than mine."

He was afraid that Yun Ziliang still didn't believe it, so he tilted his head and insisted that Zhou Xuan give him confirmation: "Brother Xuan, am I right?"

"Yes, that's right. Before I took the business, Yazi took three business trips."

Zhou Xuan was just thinking about how to get rid of Zhao Wuya, but Zhao Wuya came to him on his own initiative. So he decided to give Yazi a compliment.

He gave Yun Ziliang a thumbs up and said, "Old Yun, besides being a person with great affinity with Buddha, Yazi may also have a strong affinity with Taoism. From his move today, I can see that his attainments in Taoism are really profound."

"Is that true?"

Yun Ziliang glanced at Zhao Wuya.

"Of course not. I was thinking, this junior fellow from Xunlong Hall will probably become a big shot in the future. The compass can predict the fate, and even the man in my dream, Xu Jingshan, praised his accuracy."

"So, Yazi has really learned a lot of essentials in Xunlong Hall?" Yun Ziliang saw Zhou Xuan winking at him, and naturally knew what he meant, and he also praised Zhao Wuya.

"Grandmaster, I learned a lot in Xunlong Hall. I trained hard in the hottest days of winter and the coldest days of summer."

"That's the opposite, that's the opposite. Train hard in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer." Zhou Xuan reminded.

Although he wanted to praise Zhao Wuya and make him very happy, he still had to follow some basic principles when praising someone, and he still had to point out this obvious mistake.

Yun Ziliang acted "surprised", patted the seat next to him, and said, "Come, come, come, Yazi, sit here and tell me in detail what dragon-hunting skills you used today, so that your master's grandfather can also listen to it."

“That was hilarious.”

Zhao Wuya gradually lost himself in Zhou Xuan's relentless flattery, and the desire to brag became stronger and stronger.
He said, "Grandpa Master, please wait for me."

He went out and rushed to the street like the wind, bought some braised food, beer, roast duck and roast goose, returned to the store, put tarpaulin on the table, and started chatting with Yun Ziliang. At the same time, he also called Yu Zhengyuan, Xu Li and Xiao Fuzi to come to the table to eat and drink together.

"Let's not go to the table. You are looking for things in the Dragon Hall..." Yu Zhengyuan is the general manager of the Zhou family after all. He deals with business orders and business day and night. He goes to many drinking, tea and theater parties every day. He is very well-behaved and polite.

Zhao Wuya went down from the table to invite them. It was obvious that he wanted to brag a lot. One more listener would mean more fun.

Zhou Xuan said to Zhao Wuya, "Ya Zi, I'm going to go out and do something. I won't chat with you anymore."

"Brother Xuan, take care."

Zhao Wuya was more than happy to do so. After all, he did a lot of business today, but the main reason was that it was cheap. Zhou Xuan was a witness to this.

If Zhou Xuan stayed here, he wouldn't be able to brag well, and if he said something like "cheap", how embarrassed would he be?
Zhou Xuan smiled, clasped his fists, and left the store.

Zhao Wuya, on the other hand, started to brag at the top of his voice about how he looked like an immortal and attracted everyone's attention whenever he stepped onto the street.

He had only boasted for a few words when Yu Zhengyuan replaced the beer with white wine and poured him another glass of wine. He praised him with a mixture of truth and falsehood: "Master Zhao, your temperament made me dazed when I saw you today. I have traveled all over the country for so many years, but I have never seen someone as ethereal as you..."

Zhou Xuan walked to the door and almost couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing the ruthless flattery from his senior brother.

"Big Brother is starting to exert his strength."

He understood that what Zhao Wuya needed most now was emotional value, and Yu Zhengyuan was the one who could provide the most emotional value.

The title of the King of Support in Pingshui Prefecture and the best supporting actor in the Zhou Family Troupe is not just for nothing.

At the wine table, with Yu Zhengyuan's guest appearance, the emotional value was fully drawn, Zhao Wuya's face was full of red, and he was very happy...

Zhou Xuan entered Cui Jie's shop.

There were so many customers in the store that Cuijie and Huazi were too busy to handle it.

"Brother Xuan."

Hua Zi greeted Zhou Xuan, smiled, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and continued to work, washing dishes, cleaning plates, and serving food.
Cui Jie was sitting around the stove, her bangs soaked with sweat and sticking to her forehead. Zhou Xuan came over and said, "Cui Jie, is there a person named Hu Yunhai in the Hu Clan?"

"Yes, that's my third brother."

Cui Jie is also a spirit of the "Yun" generation, and is of the same generation as Hu Yunhai.

"Hu Yunhai was called Mr. Hu San more than 220 years ago. If he were still alive today, he would be at least 300 years old, right?"

"That's more than that. Counting his age, my third brother must be nearly 450 years old this year."

Be good,

Zhou Xuan shook his head after hearing this.

"It's nothing special. The perception of spirits is not as good as that of you humans. Their understanding of the way of incense and gods is even more incomparable to that of humans. They just live longer.
The older you are, the easier it is to cultivate the climate.”

"Your third brother is already 450 years old, so you must be several hundred years younger."

"No way. I'm forty this year. When I came to Dongshi Street, I was in my early twenties."

"So you are so senior?"

"That's because I come from a strange background."

Cui Jie had already regarded Zhou Xuan as a sincere old friend, and did not hide many things from him. She said: "Yun, Deng, Chang, Qing, one generation ago, it is the 'Li' generation.
My mother is a great master of the Li generation. She cultivated nine tails and is the last nine-tailed celestial fox of the Hu tribe."

"Sister Cui, you have a strong backing, don't you?"

The level of the Hu tribe's incense is determined by the number of the tail of the fox's tail. One tail is one stick of incense, and a nine-tailed fox is like nine sticks of incense in the human world.

Zhou Xuan asked again: "Why is your mother a Taoist?"

"The Huangmen worship Buddha, the Humen practice Taoism, and the wild immortals and Humen respect the Xuanmen the most."

Cui Jie smiled bitterly and said, "However, my mother passed away more than a hundred years ago, and her body was enshrined in the Whisk Cave of the Hu Clan.

I don't know why the body was reborn. The people of the Hu Clan were also guessing. Some said that it was a Taoist breeze from heaven and earth that entered my mother's body.

There are also stories that a drop of crimson fairy dew floated into the cave.
Anyway, there are different guesses, but I am the spirit born from this fox Taoist who died many years ago."

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he felt it was too fantastic, but when he thought about the fact that Sister Cui's body contained four levels of "Law of the Earth", he felt relieved.

Without a great origin, the fourth level of "Law of the Earth" would not be able to be nourished and derived.

"Because of my strange birth, I am the youngest of the Yun generation in the Hu family."

Cui Jie said this and went to clean up the dishes for the guests. When she came back, Zhou Xuan asked, "Cui Jie, you are of high rank in the Hu family. I need to find someone for you."

"Who is it? My third brother? That's hard to find out. A hundred years ago, he rebelled against the Hu clan, set up his own mountain, and named himself a king... called... called... King Xishan."

"I'm not asking about your third brother. Have you heard of Xu Jingshan?"

"The great saint of literature?"

"Have you really heard of it?" Zhou Xuan was overjoyed.

"Of course I have heard of him. He lived more than 200 years ago. When I was a child, I often heard the older brothers and sisters of the Hu Menyun generation talk about him."

Cui Jie said: "This person has a tragic fate. He was born into a tenant farmer's family.
This was a very good start. He studied hard despite being poor. Just because of his humble origin, he had a heart for the world. However, his fate was strangely changed three times. The Hu Men became friends with him, and it was said that they were attracted by his literary aura. "

"Not twice?"

Zhou Xuan counted on his fingers and told Cui Jie: "The first time, he was supposed to read the books of sages, but was dragged by his town's Lord Zheng to read books on utilitarianism, which inexplicably changed his fate.

The second time was when he was about to take the exam, and Xigu Zhenjun took away his fate..."

"You know it very well." Cui Jie did not doubt that Zhou Xuan was well-informed. She just sighed and did not ask further. Instead, she said, "The two times you mentioned are all things that happened later, but the first time it changed his fate... Guess why Master Zheng knew that Xu Jingshan was a scholar?"

"Xu Jingshan's parents were tenants of Lord Zheng's family."

"Mr. Zheng lives in the town, but his land occupies several large towns. He has many tenants, if not tens of thousands, at least eight thousand. In addition, he doesn't like to study, so how could he know that Xu Jingshan is a seed of learning?
Besides, a book seed is just a book seed after all, and his future is not clear, but Lord Zheng treats him as a rare treasure. Where does he get his confidence? There is something strange about this. "

After talking about this, Cui Jie added: "It was because Xu Jingshan's parents were narrow-minded. Seeing that their son could recite poems and write couplets since he was a child, they no longer cared about farming. Instead, they took him to visit the homes of great scholars and calligraphers in the town and county, and showed off their performances every day.
If you are lucky, some great calligraphers will give you some calligraphy and paintings, and some great scholars will praise you, which will attract rich people and make them give you some money.

No matter how bad his luck was, he could still get some wine and food. The dishes were rich. After a long time, his family's fields became barren. The Xu family relied on this child prodigy to live a ostentatious life. This was the first time that their fate changed. "

Cui Jie said: "My mother later deduced that if you want to cultivate a great literary saint, you must not be exposed to wealth and fame too early, and you must not publicize your fate.
Xu's parents' premature promotion of the title of 'child prodigy' had already created a crack in Xu Jingshan's literary destiny. It was not very obvious at first, but if it was not guided, the crack would expand and his destiny would fall apart.

Moreover, if he became famous too early, people with insight and foresight would notice that Xu Jingshan had extraordinary literary talent and would take advantage of it to share his literary talent.

"Mr. Zheng was a big landlord who had a fortune teller under his wing. After Xu Jingshan became famous in the nine towns and twenty-seven villages, he asked the fortune teller to do a secret calculation. The calculation was not accurate, but he figured out that Xu Jingshan was not an ordinary person, so he took him to the mansion in the town."

After hearing Cui Jie's story, Zhou Xuan suddenly understood why Meng's mother had to move three times.

After moving three times, he stayed away from those petty-minded people and cultivated a "second-best sage of all time".

“The family of origin is so important.”

Zhou Xuan asked again: "Sister Cui, what happened next? Did Xigu Zhenjun really take away Xu Jingshan's literary destiny?"

"Those people from the Hu Clan made their story very convincing... There are all kinds of stories, but the most credible and widely spread one is that Xigu Zhenjun was just a show-up person. The one who really took away Wensheng's fate was the four great gods working together."

Cui Jie was born in the Hu Clan, where there are many spirits who have lived for hundreds of years and know a lot of secrets of the world.
Zhou Xuan found that he had finally come across a treasure.

In the Well Country, secrets of the world are as valuable as incense.

He continued to ask, "What level are the four great gods?"

"That's unclear. Once you enter the Time Realm, you can't get out. But Hu Menyun's generation has estimated that the four great gods must be above the god level, stronger than those people."

Sister Cui pointed secretly to the sky.

"The Lord of Gods used magic tools to transform into the stars in the sky. In my opinion, he is indeed above the gods."

Zhou Xuan asked again, "What about the incident in which Xu Jingshan had nine wives killed in a row after the four great gods took away his literary destiny?"

"It was a nine-wife game."

Cui Jie said, "The Hu family is well aware of this matter. Among the Hu family's sons, except for the third brother, the sixth sister, the ninth brother, and the twelfth brother also attended one of the nine weddings.
In fact, it was a great demon from Huangyuan Prefecture who set up this trap. Those wives were not killed by evil forces, but were killed by secret evil methods on the day of their wedding.
The woman who married Xu Jingshan was basically a dead person, and those women were also picked, and each of them had a very important meaning in their birth date. "

Only then did Zhou Xuan remember the word "囍" written in black on a white background in the fur shop.

"What is this picture of?"

"Xu Jingshan's fate as a literary saint was taken away, but he has been nourished by his fate for many years, and there is a strong literary aura in his flesh. The great Huangyuan monster with a profound background is greedy for this literary aura.
It is said that Xu Jingshan is rich enough to rival a country. He has many wood warehouse businesses in Pingshui Prefecture, Mingjiang Prefecture, and Huangyuan Prefecture, and sells countless mountain delicacies.

In fact, this wealth and splendor was the work of that great demon."

"The great demon held nine bizarre weddings in a row to divide up the body of the great literary saint, and the human hall didn't do anything about it?"

"The Jing Kingdom is a country that values ​​incense and strength. Regardless of origin, if a demon is too powerful, so powerful that the human halls and the gods in the sky are helpless, then they can only let it go.

Moreover, Xu Jingshan at that time was not that valuable in the eyes of the people of Jing. After all, his fate had been stripped away by the four great gods of Taoism. From now on, he would be just a rough man who could not learn anything. "

Cui Jie said: "But that body of literary energy and flesh and blood has brought real benefits to the big monster. Nowadays, Huangyuan Prefecture is full of bandits and crimes. Hu Men guessed that it was related to the big monster's acquisition of literary energy."

Having said this, Zhou Xuan understood why just knowing where the soul of "Xu Jingshan" was was worth nine incense sticks as a sacrifice.

Xu Jingshan killed nine wives in succession, which was a trap set up by the Huangyuan monster.

Those nine wives were all chosen by the big demon, with the purpose of sucking away all the literary energy of Xu Jingshan.

Xu Jingshan said that he was entangled by the souls of his nine wives and asked Zhou Xuan to separate the souls of the nine wives. Where is Xu Jingshan's soul? Naturally, it is in the hands of the Huangyuan monster.

Knowing where Xu Jingshan's soul was lost is equivalent to knowing the hiding place of the Huangyuan monster.

The clue to the hiding place of the great monster Huang Yuan, who is feared by all the gangs in the world, is definitely worth nine incense sticks as a sacrifice.

"Sister Cui, one last question, where is the hiding place of the Huangyuan monster?"

"Huang Yuan Mansion?"

"..."

As said!

"How specific?"

“The Hu family is not omnipotent…” Sister Cui was in a dilemma.

……

In the Zhou family's cleaning shop, Zhao Wuya had been drunk to the point of being staggering.
At the dinner table, Yu Zhengyuan's praises such as "Master Dao is so awesome" and "Wow, such magical tricks, it's hard to imagine that they came from Master Dao Zhao's hands" were the best words to persuade people to drink.

The more Zhao Wuya bragged, the more he wanted to brag, and the more he drank. By the time Zhou Xuan returned to the inn, he was already drunk and lay down in Fuzi's room, snoring.

"Where's Yazi?"

"Drunk." Yun Ziliang said.

Zhou Xuan glanced at the table and said, "You haven't even finished eating the peanuts yet, and you're already drunk?"

"Master Zhao has a good alcohol tolerance and drinks heartily...hiccups...the wine is good too." Yu Zhengyuan's face was flushed and he was burping.

Xu Li blamed him, "You should have stopped trying to persuade Master Zhao to drink. He got him drunk, and you yourself are pretty drunk too."

"Master Zhao is in a good mood, so why shouldn't I accompany him? Besides, I'm not really drunk, I can just go to the ancestral tree to sober up..."

Zhou Xuan was amused. The eldest senior brother was really drunk and thought he was in the Zhou family.

He said, "Sister-in-law, let's go. I'll open a room for you at Penglai Inn. You and Senior Brother can stay there first."

"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother."

Xu Li also wanted Yu Zhengyuan to get some sleep, as he had to go to listen to Zhou Xuan's lecture in the evening. How could he listen to the lecture if he was drunk as a ghost?

After Zhou Xuan took Xu Li and Yu Zhengyuan to the Penglai Inn to settle down, he returned to the inn and said to Yun Ziliang: "The King of Hell's divination, it turns out that all the divinations are traps."

"What did you ask?"

Yun Ziliang was also curious and listened with his ears perked up.

Zhou Xuan explained the whole story, and at the end, he said: "Where is Xu Jingshan's soul? It is in the hands of the great monster in Huangyuan Mansion. Lao Yun, have you heard of that great monster?"

“I’ve heard of him, but I don’t know who he is exactly.”

Yun Ziliang said: "If he has something to do with the Huangyuan monster, I'm afraid the clues will be lost again."

"The first Yama divination asked me to find the ancient Buddha, and the second Yama divination asked me to find the Huangyuan demon. I can do both if I want. Why would I be greedy for the incense that the Yama divination bestows?"

Zhou Xuan was furious and felt that he had been fooled again, but after calming down, he decided to make one final attempt.

"I'll find the blood well and ask it in a different way to see if it can take fewer sacrifices."

Zhou Xuan entered the Chenghuang Taoist temple in the secret realm and said, "Jingzi, I want to ask for divination."

All the eyes on the wall opened and stared at Zhou Xuan.

"I want to know which state of Jing Country Xu Jingchuan's soul is in."

Finding the exact location would be too time-consuming and would require nine incense sticks as a sacrifice, so Zhou Xuan would just ask for the most vague location. If Xue Jing's answer was Huangyuan Prefecture, then his divination would be a failure.

The Huangyuan monster, whose name is unknown, is probably not much easier to find than the ancient Buddha.

After Zhou Xuan asked, snow began to fall in the Taoist temple, outlining a "six" on the green floor tiles.

"A six-stick incense offering?"

Zhou Xuan still felt pain.

The question is so vague, do we still need to offer six incense sticks as a sacrifice?
This Huangyuan monster is too ferocious.

"Six incense sticks is six incense sticks. Even if you get stuck, you have to know the reason clearly."

Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said, "Eat the sacrifice."

As for the eyes in the Xuejing Taoist Temple, they have also eaten a lot of delicacies from mountains and seas. The three god-level statues have directly raised their taste buds. Eating a sacrifice of six incense sticks is tasteless and their mental state is not uplifting.

After eating the offerings, one of its eyes met Zhou Xuan's.

A bird's-eye view appeared in front of Zhou Xuan's eyes - in the prefecture, tall buildings stood in rows, and a large river divided the prefecture into two major areas, east and west...

"In Mingjiang Mansion?"

Zhou Xuan originally asked for divination with the thought that "the offering of six incense sticks should be considered as throwing away the water", but he did not expect that he would get an unexpected surprise.

Xu Jingshan's soul was not in the hands of the Huangyuan Demon in Huangyuan Prefecture as he had guessed.

"Mingjiang Mansion... Where can Xu Jingshan's soul be hidden?"

Zhou Xuan muttered as he left the Taoist temple. When he passed by Miss Wall and the Blood Well Human Brain, Miss Wall called out to him, "Ah Xuan, Ah Xuan, we are tired of playing Monopoly. Can you help us do something new?"

No matter how interesting a game is, you will get bored if you play it every day.
Zhou Xuan was thinking about his own things and did not hear Miss Qiang's call.

"Axuan, Axuan."

"Ah? Are you calling me?"

After several shouts, Zhou Xuan finally woke up from his dream.

He walked away and thought to Miss Wall: "What do you want me to do?"

"Can you give us a new game to play?"

"Then I'll have to use my special skills."

"what?"

"A large-scale battle of wits game - flying chess."

……

Miss Qiang and others started playing a new game, and Zhou Xuan discovered new clues.

Zhou Xuan explained to Yun Ziliang that when Xu Jingshan's soul was still in Mingjiang Mansion,

Yun Ziliang still had no interest and said, "We only know that he is in Mingjiang Mansion, but it may not be easy to find him."

"But it's much easier to find than other prefectures."

Zhou Xuan said: "The Huangyuan Great Monster has such a name, so it must be guarding Huangyuan Prefecture, which is equivalent to Xu Jingshan's soul in Mingjiang Prefecture. Without a great monster guarding it, as long as we find the soul, it will be easy to take it..."

“You have to find it first.”

"There is a way."

Zhou Xuan said, "In Mingjiang Prefecture, I have two major intelligence networks. It's time to issue them tasks."

"The Blood Well Society and the Yellow Gate?"

"Scrape the land of Mingjiang City three times. I don't believe I can't find it."

Just do it.

Zhou Xuan was very concerned about this Yama divination.

He made two tattoos in the shop, two sets of "Blue-robed Buddha".

A pair of them for the eunuch who loves to practice Buddhism.

The other one is used to suppress the madness of the Blood Well Psychic.

After the tattoo was completed, Zhou Xuan went into a trance and notified Huang Xi to come to his shop to pick up the tattoo.

Then, Zhou Xuan flew to the sky above Mingjiang Mansion, pushed his perception to the extreme, and made a sound that only the psychic of the Blood Well could perceive.

"The Blood Well Conference is being convened. All Blood Well spiritualists from Mingjiang Prefecture are invited to attend."

After being notified several times, new links continued to be connected to Zhou Xuan's soul.

"There are quite a lot of people attending this meeting. There are eleven of them in total."

Zhou Xuan said.

"President, the last time you showed us a tattoo of a monk looking at the moon, it really worked. I am becoming less and less like a psychopath now."

"President, can I still see the tattoo today?"

"Today, I'll show you something better."

Zhou Xuan's words stirred up the enthusiasm of the people in the "online rally" of the Xuejing Society, and everyone cheered.

"I'm afraid that some of the Blood Well psychics will need to find a safe place to attend the meeting after receiving the notice, which will take some time. Let's wait and have the meeting. You can chat freely first."

Zhou Xuan is waiting.

The other Blood Well psychics have already started chatting.

"Hey, did you hear about what happened tonight?"

"what's up?"

"The number one storyteller in Pingshui Prefecture is going to give a story at the Metropolitan. The Metropolitan is promoting it very vigorously this time. Admission is free, and fruits, snacks, and beer are provided. We are all crazy about it, and everyone wants to go and see the excitement."

"Damn it, those bastards in the Metropolitan are ruining my business. They're trying to make a profit even if it means losing money."

Sesame cursed.

"You have a lot of opinions about the Met?" Si Yuer, a loyal fan of the Met, asked.

"Big! It's not just ordinary big. They poached my singer a few days ago, and now they are offering free book listening!" Zhimajiang became more and more annoyed as he spoke.

When Si Yuer heard this, she asked, "Is the singer you are talking about Bai Guang?"

“…” Sesame realized that he had spoken out of turn and exposed his identity.

"I know who you are, Sesame Paste," Si Yuer continued.

Sesame didn't want to talk anymore.

With the Metropolitan stealing business and poaching singers, Zhimajiang’s identity has been revealed... He is the owner of the Paramount, the first nightclub in Mingjiang Prefecture.

ps: Brothers, it has been released. I never expected that it would trigger key words and get stuck in the review.

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