Day and night tour

Chapter 303: Lord of the Yin Hall
Being among the immortals is a mythical statement made by the spirits. In human language, it means being able to ascend to the sky and kill the old gods.

"The King of Mountains sits on the eighth and looks to the ninth."

Zhou Xuan said.

Huang Xi nodded and said, "There is only a fine line between sitting on the eighth and looking at the ninth and the ninth stick of incense, but it is a world of difference. So there are also levels among sitting on the eighth and looking at the ninth. King Xishan is the most powerful at this level. If you meet him in the future, young master should be careful."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Huang."

Zhou Xuan said again: "Boss Huang, besides this Xishan King, I am very interested in another person. Can you send your disciples to help me find him?"

"Who is it?"

"Xu Jingshan is known as the great literary saint 220 years ago." Zhou Xuan said.

"I have heard of this person, but I am afraid it is difficult to find him, right?"

"I recently got news that there is a Liuyun Village in the deep mountains outside Mingjiang Prefecture. In the village, there is a deity called the Nine Snake God. Release the yellow fox and go check it out."

"Okay, I'll go back to Huangmen and make arrangements."

After Huang Xi exchanged a few more words with Zhou Xuan, and seeing that Zhou Xuan had no new instructions, he said goodbye and left first.

Zhou Xuan drank a cup of tea, sat on the recliner, relaxed and took a nap.

"Xu Jingshan, the King of Hell's hexagram, if this hexagram is solved, what benefits can it bring me? I am really excited when I think about it, it feels like opening a blind box."

……

In addition to some small restaurants, Dongshi Street also has large restaurants such as Dongjiang Restaurant. Among the nearby streets, his is the largest restaurant.

It is a three-story building. Except for the first floor which has scattered seats, the second and third floors are private rooms. There is also a "Xiao Dongjiang" restaurant across the street, which has two floors in total.

Dongjiang Restaurant is famous for its Dongjiang cuisine, but game is also one of its signature dishes.

Every day, hunters from the mountains drove donkey carts and horse carts in groups, bringing large numbers of wild boars, pheasants, owls and leopards to the restaurant.

Once new game arrives at the store, Mr. "Liao Gao" Han, who is responsible for receiving the goods, will update the name of the game on the chopping board at the door in order to attract customers.

This afternoon, the scorching sun has not yet completely dissipated.
After meeting Mr. Gao Han, he went to receive the goods at the door of the restaurant.

He held a clean towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and waited for the hunter's donkey and carriage.

Strangely enough, today, quite a few hunters and coachmen came, wearing animal skins and carrying muskets and bows. Among them, there were many old friends of Lao Han.

However, these hunters, with their cars fully loaded with goods, did not stop in front of the Dongjiang Restaurant, nor did they deliver goods.

This made Mr. Han feel strange.

More than a dozen vehicles carrying game were wandering around the street, but none of them went near the restaurant.

"What's going on? Could it be that a new restaurant has opened up and intercepted these wild goods?"

Mr. Han became a little anxious and stopped in front of a donkey cart regardless of the risk of being hit.

The coachman was called Old Slant Eyes.

As for the old man with slanted eyes, he once went into the mountains and was hit by a blind bear. The bear slapped him on the forehead. He survived, but the muscle of his eye seemed to be embedded in his brow bone, pulling one of his eyeballs slanted upwards, leaving him with a chronic disease.
Nowadays, whenever someone talks to Lao Xieyan, he looks at the person with one eye, and with the other eye, he doesn't know where to look.

"Old Slant Eyes, why don't you deliver the goods to the restaurant? It's getting dark, and customers come to our restaurant just for this. If they come in at night and can't taste the game, won't our restaurant's reputation be ruined?"

"Mr. Han, I also want to deliver it to your store, but someone won't let me."

"Why not?" Mr. Han's heart skipped a beat. Did Dongjiang Restaurant offend someone?

"The hunters from our seventeen hills have all received rewards. The noble who paid us had no other words. He just let us carry the goods and walk around the East Market Street. We were given a large silver cake for each round."

“It just goes in circles.”

"Yes."

The old man with the slanting eyes added: "The cargo in this car is different too. There are no pheasants or wild boars, but only foxes. Look over there, there are seven or eight tied up."

He winked at Mr. Han.

But the look in his squinting eyes showed that he was clearly looking forward, but he had no idea where he was looking.

"Your eyes are so slanted, why are you giving me such a look? Just tell me where to look."

"The roof." The old man said, gazing at the car body with squinted eyes.

Mr. Han looked up then and discovered that there was a row of cages tied to the roof of the donkey cart. In the cages were fat foxes. Their fur was as white as snow without a trace of other colors. They were the rarest items in the fur shop.

"So many foxes?"

"It's still in the car. This fox is very coquettish. After I drive around East Market Street for 17 or 18 times today and earn a few small silver cakes, I will just throw this car away. It can't be used anymore."

As Old Slant Eyes was talking, he waved his whip again and drove the donkey cart forward.

Only then did Mr. Han notice that on the roofs of all the pickup trucks in Dongshi Street, there seemed to be foxes placed like snowballs.

Those foxes had very shrewd eyes. As the car moved forward, the foxes chirped.

……

Cui Jie was busy at the snack stand, where several hunters and drivers were waiting.

Driving a cart requires not only skills but also physical strength. If an ordinary person who has no experience tries to drive a cart, his arms will become weak and tremble after swinging the whip three or five times.

The dozen or so hunters driving the carts would consume a lot of energy every time they went around Dongshi Street twice. They were hungry and tired. Cuijie's snack stand became their refueling station.

"Boss, two bowls of noodles, please."

Lao Xieyan stopped the car, got out, went to Cuijie's stall and ordered some food.

The plain noodles are very filling and cheap, and are very popular among people with slanted eyes.

After Cui Jie responded, she started cooking noodles. During this time, the fox in Old Slant-Eyes' car started chirping again.

The cry of the little animal sounded quite different to Sister Cui's ears.

"King Xishan has ordered that Madam Yuncui go to the White Bone Taoist Temple to express their brotherly and sisterly love to each other."

"The Third Master wants to see Madam Cui. Madam Cui and the boys are invited to come and see him."

These groups of donkeys and horse-drawn carriages are the vanguard of King Xishan's invitation to meet Cuijie.

Sister Cui was complaining in her heart, but her expression remained calm. She just made noodles and kneaded sugar pancakes.

Although King Xishan was her third brother, the two siblings had never met each other.

There is a feng shui formation in Dongshi Street, so it is not easy to find Hu Yuncui.

"Sir, the noodles are ready."

Sister Cui put the noodles on the table, turned around and left, while Old Slant Eyes started eating the noodles in big mouthfuls.

Just at this moment, in front of the Zhou family's cleaning shop diagonally opposite, a black donkey, like a human, untied the reins on the water pipe with its mouth, and then walked towards the donkey cart.

When it walked behind the donkey's butt, it suddenly raised its front hoof.

“Ah…Ah…Ah!”

A burst of rapid donkey braying caught the attention of Lao Xieyan. He turned his head and saw a strong donkey that came out from nowhere and was fucking his donkey.

"Gan."

The old man with the slanted eyes put down his bowl in a hurry and ran over to lift up the big black donkey, but his hand slipped and pushed the black donkey inside.
It didn't seem like he was driving the donkey, it seemed like he was helping to push the donkey because he was worried that Dahei wasn't having enough fun...

"Get out of here, you beast."

The old man with the slanted eyes picked up the big whip and was about to hit the black donkey in the face.

Cui Jie hurriedly stopped him and snatched his donkey whip: "Brother, calm down. You can't whip this donkey. If you want to whip it, I won't forgive you."

"What is Dao Ye or not..."

Old Slant Eyes tried to snatch the whip from Cui Jie's hand. Cui Jie had no choice but to shout towards the Jingyi Shop: "Yazi...Yazi...you are in trouble, come out and appease the owner."

Zhao Wuya drank a lot of wine at noon and was still sleeping soundly. Zhou Xuan, on the other hand, was not sleeping deeply. When he heard the shouting, he woke up and strode out of the store.

As soon as he saw Dahei, the "cannon donkey", poking the cricket pupa, he took two steps at a time, walked up to Dahei, raised his hand and slapped him in the face: "Get down, blind man, there's another male on the other side."

Dahei was very afraid of Zhou Xuan. After being scolded, no matter how many ideas he had, he had to come down obediently. He walked towards the water pipe, took the reins again with grievance, and tied himself up.

During this time, he even glanced at Zhou Xuan expectantly, hoping that Zhou Xuan would show mercy and let it continue to relieve its heat.

"Brother, I'm sorry, our donkey is a hyper-androgenic. When he sees someone he likes, he'll just go up and throw his gun at him. Don't say anything... He should pay the money if he needs to."

Zhou Xuan took out his wallet and took out a ten-dollar bill.

Knowing that the man on the other side was rich, Old Slant Eyes didn't dare to be tough anymore, and said with a smile: "They are all beasts, it's normal for them to be ignorant."

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Our black donkey is really not an animal, but a spiritual species."

Just as he was about to hand over the money, he stopped when he saw the fox on the roof of the car.

These seven foxes are all very smart, and there is a human touch in their eyes.

Zhou Xuan looked at the foxes, and they all lowered their heads as if they had seen a very scary person.

When it comes to avoiding powerful enemies, spiritual spirits are much smarter than humans, as they can sense the opponent's aura.

Zhou Xuan walked around the car, observing the foxes as he walked.

Old Slanted Eyes also noticed something was wrong. This tall and thin man, who looked like a scholar, had amazing leg strength and took very light steps. His steps were even more agile than those of him who had climbed mountains all year round.

“Isn’t this just an ordinary person?”

The old man looked at the side with his eyes slanted. Some kind-hearted passersby came up to him and said, "It's a good thing Cui Jie stopped you. If you hit his donkey, you will be in big trouble."

"This young man is called Zhou Xuan. He is a famous person in our street. Not to mention that he has great skills and is very skilled in martial arts. Last time, he killed more than a dozen dragon lantern performers in the street."

"What's that dragon lantern show? Those people are also experts."

Everyone was talking at once, and Old Slant Eyes was so tired that his legs went weak. He thanked Cui Jie repeatedly, "Boss lady, thank you so much. If you hadn't shown me some mercy, I'd have really offended a big shot."

Zhou Xuan heard every word these people said.

He stopped watching the fox, smiled and waved to the crowd, saying, "Everyone, go away, don't just stand here to watch the fun. By the way, I, Zhou Xuan, have never bullied any of you. You're making me sound like a rich young scoundrel."

Everyone was afraid to speak, and left one after another.

Zhou Xuan walked up to Old Slant Eyes and said, "Brother, don't listen to those people's nonsense. I am a reasonable and honest citizen... I will buy all these foxes, no matter how much they cost."

"Oh, sir, these foxes are not for sale. A nobleman asked us to parade them around the streets. After each parade, we will be given a small silver cake."

"Are you swimming alone?"

"That's not the case. Hunters in the mountains outside the city have collected fees and tied up foxes to parade around here."

"Okay, got it."

Zhou Xuan added two more pieces, a total of twelve pieces, and handed them to Old Slant Eyes, saying, "You can rest later, and don't rest at the food stand opposite. Otherwise, my Dahei will go crazy. I have something else to do at night, so I can't watch him all the time."

"Oh, I know."

Old Slant Eyes took the money and drove away in his donkey cart.

As soon as he left, Zhou Xuan whispered to Cui Jie: "These foxes are coming for you?" "Did you figure it out?"

"These are all foxes that have passed through spirits. These hunters dare not catch them."

Zhou Xuan said.

"Third brother is looking for me."

"Is that the King of Xishan?"

"Ah."

"What do I want to see you for?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Nothing good."

Sister Cui said.

King Xishan has been obsessed with spiritual practice for a long time. When he suddenly wakes up, he wants to find Sister Cui to discuss matters in the mountains. But it seems nothing good will happen.

Brother-sister love?

King Xishan has never met Sister Cui, so where does the friendship come from?
"If you're in trouble, tell me."

Zhou Xuan told Sister Cui about it.

"I'm afraid I'll bother you."

"I still owe you a favor." Zhou Xuan said.

Sister Cui helped a lot in breaking the restriction of the Tattoo Forbidden Land. If King Xishan really found Sister Cui and wanted to use force to take her away, Zhou Xuan would not just ignore it.

"That's just a small matter, how can it be called a favor?"

"That's a big favor. If you run into trouble, just notify me. You still have family. Huazi has just recovered from his illness. You will enjoy your life in the future. Don't let that damn King Xishan ruin it."

Zhou Xuan said this and went back to the store.

Cui Jie felt her back became much stronger...

……

Time passed slowly, it was getting dark, and the buzzing of foxes that had been buzzing in East Market Street all afternoon finally died down.

Gu Ling called the store.

"Hey, young master, it's almost time for the lecture, you can't miss it."

Gu Ling said on the phone.

"It's already been planned, how can I not come?"

Zhou Xuan said: "I will leave now and go to the metropolis."

"The people I sent will probably be here soon. They'll pick you up first. As for your family and friends, I'll send a driver to pick them up."

"Alright."

After Zhou Xuan agreed, he burned incense, took a bath, and changed into a Taoist robe. Zhao Wuya also woke up.

When Zhou Xuan saw it, he stretched out his hand and asked for money.

"Why should I give you money?"

"Your donkey got into trouble again. I paid him twelve dollars in compensation."

"That much? Deduct it from my twelve hundred li."

Zhao Wuya stretched lazily.

Zhou Xuan still owed Zhao Wuya one thousand two hundred yuan.

"Then do as you said and deduct it from the outstanding amount."

Zhou Xuan and Zhao Wuya went downstairs together, sat at the door, waiting for the car sent by Gu Ling.

A few minutes later, a gray Silverthorn car stopped in front of Zhou Xuan. The car was extended and was one and a half times longer than a Macan.

The driver got out of the car, took off his hat and bowed to Zhou Xuan, saying, "Young sir, Sister Ling asked me to pick you up."

"Easy to say."

Zhou Xuan stood up and said to Zhao Wuya, "Yazi, I have to go check out the venue first. I'll go ahead. You can bring Cuijie's family, my senior brother and his wife, Lao Yun, Fuzi, and the fifth senior brother to the Metropolis."

"Oh, by the way, I woke up and haven't seen my senior brother yet. I miss him so much."

Zhao Wuya missed Yu Zhengyuan, the king of support. Chatting with him could maximize the emotional value.

"He is resting in Penglai Hotel, and Lao Yun is playing mahjong."

After Zhou Xuan explained everything one by one, he got in the car.

As soon as he got into the car, he remembered something and said to Zhao Wuya, "You, go to the street office and complain to them. Many hunters drive carts loaded with game, but they don't sell their goods. They just wander around in Dongshi Street.
Let the people from the town hall take care of it. Look at what they have done to our Dongshi Street. The whole street is filled with foul smells, and it’s so nasty that people can’t open their eyes.”

“No wonder it smells so bad.”

"Tell them to send people to guard the place. Tomorrow, if there are any hunters parading around with wild goods, those who are selling goods legitimately will be punished, but those who are walking around in circles will be driven out of the street. If they are not driven away, I will file a complaint with the government office."

"Can I mention your name when I go to the government office?" Zhao Wuya asked.

"Just raise it, as long as it works."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he closed the car door.

King Xishan wants to find Sister Cui through one psychic fox after another, so I, Zhou Xuan, will exercise the rights that a citizen should have and complain to you so that those wild foxes can't enter the street.

……

The night had fallen into darkness, and the neon lights of Mingjiang Mansion began to flow.

There were already three layers of guests in front of the Metropolitan Plaza.

It's free, it's a metropolitan place, there's white light singing, all these factors combined make the guests surge in like a wave.

As for Zhou Xuan's title of "the best storyteller in Pingshui Prefecture", it seems irrelevant for attracting customers.

As there were too many guests, most of the crowds were afraid that it would be too noisy inside, so instead of letting guests in one by one, they wrote the opening time on the "program" at the door.

"The show starts at 8:30, please enter in an orderly manner ten minutes in advance."

Since the show hadn't started yet and there were a lot of people outside, Zhou Xuan walked inside: "Excuse me, excuse me."

No one gave way, everyone was pushing.

"I am today's storyteller. If you won't let me in, what are you going to listen to later?"

Zhou Xuan almost laughed out loud.

Hearing that Zhou Xuan was the storyteller who was going to perform, everyone consciously made way for him, and at the same time all kinds of strange looks lingered on him.

"Is this the number one storyteller in Pingshui Prefecture? Isn't he too young? He has performed 20 times this year, and I'm afraid he can't even perform 100 times now."

"Without stage experience, how can storytelling be so easy? I'm afraid that he, as the number one storyteller, is taking advantage of the fact that there are no good storytellers in Pingshui Prefecture."

"Why do you care whether others are telling stories or not? Are we here to listen to stories? Aren't we here to drink free beer and eat free snacks?" A customer told the truth.

"You can't say that. I heard that Bai Guang was the warm-up singer today. Bai Guang, such a big singer, was able to warm up a young storyteller. If he didn't have three or five kilograms of Taoist skills, it would be hard to explain what happened today."

With everyone watching, Zhou Xuan finally squeezed into the Metropolitan. After the security guard opened the door, he entered the inner hall.

Gu Ling had been waiting for a long time. When she saw Zhou Xuan coming in, she twisted her graceful waist, took big steps, walked over, and naturally put her arm around his.

"Young sir, you are here."

"Gu Gexing, I want to ask you something. I heard from people outside that Bai Guang will warm up the stage for me?"

"Bai Guang is happy about it, but you are her mentor."

“It’s a bit too grand.”

"Grand? Do you know that after the white light, I will be the next one to help you warm up the scene?"

Before becoming a night watchman, Gu Ling was the most popular female singer in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Today's Bai Guang can only be considered the second generation.

"Then I am so lucky, two great singers are here to warm up for me at the same time."

"Young Master is the most sought-after person in Mingjiang Mansion. It is worth it for us to act as the green leaves to set off the red flower like you."

Gu Ling then said to Zhou Xuan: "You are going to condense the "Book of Will" today, so I'm afraid it will take some preparation. The lounge upstairs is waiting for you."

"Then I'll go upstairs first."

Zhou Xuan walked a few steps and asked Gu Ling again: "By the way, Gu Gexing, do you know this person called Xishan Wang?"

"Then we must know that King Xishan is not an ordinary person."

"How is it unusual?"

"Mingjiang Prefecture has two types of halls: Mingtang and Yintang. Yintang is basically located in a village deep in the mountains outside the prefecture.
This King Xishan commands the Mingjiangyin Hall."

"Then what about Shijia Village and Liuyun Village? Are they both under the jurisdiction of King Xishan?"

"That is."

Gu Ling said: "These big villages have feuds with each other. When one tribe meets another, they fight each other.
They also need order, and the one who maintains order is King Xishan."

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he felt that this was really a fate.

If he wanted to find the soul of the literary great Xu Jingshan, he had to go through the "Ji Ji Cao" of Shijiazhai and the "Sesame Paste" of Liuyunzhai.

These two villages are still under the jurisdiction of King Xishan... Enemies often come together.

"I heard that King Xishan has woken up."

"No matter how awake King Xishan is, he dare not enter Mingjiang Mansion. The owner of Mingjiang Yintang is more bound by the system of Jingguo than you and me."

"how do I say this?"

"His King Xishan was recognized by the capital of Jing State. It was precisely because of the official recognition that he could comfortably suppress the various Yin Halls outside the city.

If the Capital City and Nine Prefectures' Parade of Gods do not recognize his identity and cut off the red cap on his head, he will be nothing more than a wild monster being hunted by the Parade of Gods. "

"Some powerful people in the folks, relying on their high level of Taoism, dare to kill the wandering gods of the Wandering God Department. This King Xishan, no matter how high his level of Taoism is, dare not touch the people of the Wandering God Department."

Gu Ling said.

"Oh, the official hawk?"

"That's a bit harsh... I'm also an official lackey." Gu Ling jokingly stretched out her hand and gently poked Zhou Xuan's nose.

"Okay, I've solved the puzzle. I'll go upstairs and prepare to condense the Heavenly Book."

Zhou Xuan smiled, put his hands behind his back and went upstairs. After entering the lounge, he took out the Wrong-Clearing Scroll from his arms, spread it flat on the table, closed his eyes and concentrated, and the idea of ​​"creating a heavenly book" came to his mind...

(End of this chapter)