Day and night tour

Chapter 315 Lotus Throne
One stone stirs up a thousand ripples. Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya were both shocked by Zhou Xuan's guess.

"It sounds a bit like a fantasy."

Yun Ziliang turned his head again and looked at Zhao Wuya from top to bottom.

As for his dragon-hunting apprentice, he does look pretty good, with a naturally noble face. If you say he has some connection with the Buddha, he can accept it. But what about saying that Yazi is the ancient Buddha?

Is this a bit ridiculous?

It's so bullshit that even Zhao Wuya, who loves to talk nonsense, thinks it's bullshit.

"Brother Xuan, you are so far ahead in exaggeration. I only dare to brag that I have a great affinity with Buddha, but you directly praise me as an ancient Buddha."

Zhao Wuya said this, but his "proud face" became even more tense.

Ancient Buddha is a mythical figure in Jing Country. Any monk who has any connection with Ancient Buddha will be written about in great detail.
A monk may just have dreamed of an ancient Buddha, and he would most likely write a book or biography about him, using this as capital to earn fame as a Buddha.

As for Zhao Wuya, Zhou Xuan directly guessed that he was an ancient Buddha. Even though it was just a guess... it was still a remarkable thing.

Zhou Xuan said: "Since I guessed this way, I must have my reasons."

He pointed at Zhao Wuya's chest and abdomen and said, "Ya Zi, do you remember what happened after you went to the Seven Leaf Venerable Temple to worship?"

"Remember."

Zhao Wuya said: "At that time, I burned incense randomly, sometimes four sticks, sometimes six sticks, fluctuating."

"After you came back, Brother Peng checked for you and found two forces in your secret realm. One force wants to destroy your secret realm, and the other force wants to complete your secret realm.

Now that I think about it, there must be more than one soul awakened in your body."

Zhou Xuan gestured "two" and said, "At least two. Plus, you were asked to receive initiation by Xunbo Monk today... I can infer that there is at least a figure like "Twenty-one Zen" living in your body. There is a possibility that it could be an ancient Buddha.

As for what it is? Ask the Blood Well in a couple of days and you’ll know.”

Zhou Xuan and the other two were now inside the Chenghuang Taoist Temple, so it was very convenient for them to ask for divination. However, because of the blood well divination, there was only one chance a week, and this cycle had not yet passed, so they were unable to ask for divination.

"Two more days? I'm so anxious. I really want to know who I am."

Zhao Wuya stamped his feet and said, "Xuan Ge'er, ask Xuejing Tianzun if he can make an exception for me and speed up the divination once more?"

Of course Zhou Xuan knew he couldn't do that, but he wanted to tease Zhao Wuya, so he pretended to listen. After a few seconds, he turned to Zhao Wuya and said, "Don't tell me, Yazi, Xuejing Tianzun secretly told me that as long as you are willing to pay a price, he can help you intensify the divination."

"Whatever the price is, just tell me!"

Zhao Wuya patted his chest loudly.

Zhou Xuan said, "Tianzun asked you to give me 51% of the shares of Zhao Steel Plant."

"..." Zhao Wuya.

Zhao Wuya calmed down a lot at once: "I can see that you want to take kickbacks from Tianzun."

"Fuck you, I'm just teasing you. The new cycle hasn't arrived yet, so I can't ask for new divinations. Leave now. I've already told you that once you leave my secret realm, you have to keep your mouth shut.
If you are really an ancient Buddha, there are many people in the world who want to kill you. If the news leaks out, a large number of masters will come to trouble you, and I will not be able to save you."

"Xuan Zi's words may be a little blunt, but they make sense. Ya Zi, you have to remember this well... After all, you're the one with the loosest tongue here."

"Loose?" Zhao Wuya asked back.

"Looser than cotton trousers without the monkey rubber band."

After Yun Ziliang finished speaking, he asked Zhao Wuya to leave together. At this moment, a rubbing sound was heard outside the Taoist temple.

Zhou Xuan opened the door and took a look. On the stone tablet of Chenghuang Taoist Temple, there were actually two words written - "Sculpting the God".

Xuejing used the method of "creating a god" and utilized a large number of sacrifices to create Peng Sheng, allowing the Peach Blossom Witch of three hundred years ago to shine in today's Mingjiang Prefecture.

Now, the Blood Well has restarted the God-shaping process.

"What's the price?"

Zhou Xuan asked directly.

He and Xue Jing are now "brothers who settle accounts openly" and will not do anything to skirt around the issue or cause internal friction.

On the stone tablet, the words continued to flow, five, eight, and nine.

"You want five offerings of eight-looking nine?"

Zhou Xuan turned his head and looked at Zhao Wuya again, and said, "My guess was right. There is a great Buddhist figure living in your body."

Zhou Xuan also had some guesses about the creation of gods.

He returned to Pengjia Town three hundred years ago. After meeting Peng Sheng, Xuejing started to sculpt the god. Then he used the sacrifices to sculpt the Peach Blossom Wizard Peng Sheng on the altar of the City God Taoist Temple.

This shows that sculpting a god is not a random act, but Zhou Xuan needs the opportunity to encounter the "God".

Only when there is enough opportunity can a god be created.

Today, the only thing that can be considered an opportunity is Zhao Wuya.

"The materials used to make the sculptures are five sacrificial offerings with five figures sitting on top of each other and looking towards eight. If Yazi is not a big figure in Buddhism, it would be hard to explain."

but,

Zhou Xuan thought about it for a while and said, "The blood well also tells me indirectly that the other Buddha soul in your body is not an ancient Buddha, but one of the "Twenty-one Zens."

"If we want to build an ancient Buddha, let alone whether the blood well is good enough, I'm afraid the materials are not enough for the five offerings of eight-foot-high statues."

Yun Ziliang echoed from the side. Just as he finished his words, thick snow fell in the Chenghuang Taoist Temple, freezing him into a piece of ice.

The freezing lasted for several minutes before the ice layer broke and retreated. Lao Yun was frozen like a grandson, shivering with his arms hugged.

But he still said stubbornly: "You have a bad temper. I didn't say anything wrong. The ancient Buddha and you are both one of the four great celestial masters. You may not be qualified to sculpt him, even if it is just a replica."

"Twenty-one Zens... is already a great affinity with Buddhism."

Zhou Xuan said so, and at the same time rejected Xue Jing's request to "create a god".

Spending such a huge amount of money to create the "Twenty-one Zens", regardless of whether it is useful or not, at least for now, it is not cost-effective.

"It's gone, it's gone..."

The three of them left the Taoist temple and walked on the rippling black water. Yun Ziliang asked, "Xuan Zi, you really don't want the Blood Well to create a god. Although it is the "Twenty-one Zen" of Buddhism, it is very useful."

"What's the use?"

"The Twenty-One Zen is closely related to the Ancient Buddha. Now that you have seen the Twenty-One Zen, are you still worried about not being able to find the Ancient Buddha?"

"Why should I look for the ancient Buddha?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Yanwang Gua, now you have found the ancient Buddha, and you have cracked the first Yanwang Gua." Yun Ziliang said with a ruddy face.

Zhou Xuan: “…”

Zhou Xuan made a "five" gesture and said to Yun Ziliang, "Five offerings sitting on eight and looking at nine, just to create the "Twenty-one Zen", and then covet a chance to find the ancient Buddha and crack the King of Hell? Isn't this a loss-making business?"

To decipher the Yama Gua, the original intention was to increase the popularity of the dragon-seeking incense, but it ended up costing five sacrifices of "sitting eight and looking nine". This is not "not worth the loss", this is called "spending tofu at the price of meat".

"I won't fight this old fox Gufo, or I'll probably get into trouble."

Zhou Xuan shook his head and continued to walk out of the secret realm. As he walked, he discovered that a "lotus throne" had appeared above the black water.

The lotus throne seemed to be made of colored glaze and was only a semi-finished product at present. The lotus on the throne had only seven or eight petals carved into it.

"Shuizi, is this the lotus throne you made?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

Huh... bang!

A huge wave of jubilation surged in the black water, as if responding to Zhou Xuan: "Yes, I did it."

Miss Qiang also said to Zhou Xuan: "The God of Black Water seems to have gained inspiration these two days and started researching his new work."

"Another new work?"

Heishui took the skeletons of three god-level figures, "Tianguan", "Ghost Hand" and "Penghou", but after several days, he still couldn't come up with anything useful.

Now that this inspiration has come, have you started to study the "Lotus Throne"?

Zhou Xuan complained: "Heishui, you took the god-level bones and made useless things like this."

Wow!

A huge wave rolled up, and Zhou Xuan was soaked through.

"call."

Zhou Xuan wiped the water off his face and said, "You are not happy after I said a few words to you. You should learn from Jingzi. The magic weapon Jingzi made for me is very useful. Reflect on yourself..."

Fearing that another huge wave would come, Zhou Xuan, Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya quickly left the secret realm.
Miss Qiang had already learned the language of Black Water and could communicate with him. She said with a smile, "Ah Xuan, the God of Black Water said that you insulted his art, so you should not sleep too deeply tonight..."

"I sleep so well, how can I not die in sleep? Not only will I die in sleep, I will also snore so loudly that it will make my ears ring with thunder and lightning..."

……

"Huff...Huff...Huff!" Zhou Xuan snored while lying on the bed.

Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya went to sleep, and Zhou Xuan also went to sleep.

He had a dream.

In his dream, he and his master were on stage at the same time. Two generations of storytellers told stories together, turning the storytelling venue into a crosstalk stage.

There were quite a few audience members in the audience.
The most eye-catching one is

She is the mother of Huazi and all the ghosts.
Zhao Wuya, and a giant multicolored Buddha.

“Everything has a soul, just waiting for the person in the mirror.”

Zhou Xuan clapped the wake-up stick and gave an opening speech...

……

It's a nice autumn with cool weather.
Autumn is the best time to sleep. It is not too cold, not too hot, and not too dry. Wrapped in a thin blanket, I slept until I was unwilling to get out of bed. It was not until the sun was three o'clock that Zhou Xuan reluctantly got out of bed, put on his cloth shoes, and went to wash up.

When he went downstairs, Fuzi brought breakfast. Cuijie's family cooked a pot of porridge today, adding yellow lily and black fungus. The starch was bright to lock in the fragrance. Zhou Xuan stirred it with a spoon, and the fragrance rushed to his nose.

"Fuzi, Sister Cui's breakfast shop has more and more varieties now."

"Master, this soup is delicious, and it's sprinkled with minced mutton. Lord Qingfeng just went for a second meal."

"Qingfeng?"

"He's been waiting for you all morning."

Fuzi picked up the feather duster and went to wipe the counter and hanging boxes.

Yun Ziliang said: "Qingfeng still wants to change his psychic characteristics and replace it with the Buddhist Peace Scale. This man is still full of passion."

"Well, Mingjiang Mansion has been rotten for so many years, but Qingfeng's character has not changed. He is a kind man." Zhou Xuan also agreed with Qingfeng's character.

Speak of Qingfeng and Qingfeng will appear.

His tall and straight figure appeared in the Jingyi shop, and he bowed to Zhou Xuan and said, "Young Master, I have been thinking about it these past few days, and now I have figured it out."

"Want to change to the Buddhist Peace Scale?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"Yes."

Qingfeng said: "Zoroastrianism, Zhaxing, and the Buddhist Kingdom are all eyeing Mingjiang Prefecture covetously. Mingjiang will face more and more disasters in the future. The Taiping Scale is of great significance to Mingjiang Prefecture. I will cut off the incense and install the Taiping Scale in my body, so that I can better help Mingjiang Prefecture."

"I asked you to calm down and gave you a cooling-off period."

"The cooling-off period has passed. I hope Mr. Xiao will help me."

"Well, since you are so determined, come with me to Huifeng Medical College, and I will ask Senior Brother Five to change your characteristics."

The Buddhist monk Mo Tingsheng has long since died, but his psychic qualities have been preserved in the medical school.

"Then I'll wait for the young gentleman to finish breakfast, and then we'll go together."

"No, I'll eat first, and then I'll go to the medical school by myself. I'm faster than you in driving the parade lantern."

Now that Zhou Xuan has mastered the art of "changing shapes", he can speak with confidence.

Qingfeng no longer insisted, stood up, bowed, and left the Jingyi shop.

As soon as he left, Zhao Wuya came in, showing off his new robe.

"Brother Xuan, look at my outfit today. Isn't it fashionable?"

Zhou Xuan held the bowl, turned his head and took a look, and almost spit out a mouthful of soup: "Fashionable, too fashionable, at least 20 years ahead of the fashion industry in Mingjiang Prefecture."

What can I say about the robe Zhao Wuya is wearing?

In terms of style, with its wide collar and large sleeves, it is indeed a Taoist robe, but the color... bright yellow with brick red, which is the color of the robes worn by monks, and it looks quite like scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

A piece of robe can actually give off a feeling of "both Buddhism and Taoism".

"A trendsetter of the times."

Zhou Xuan just thought that this kind of dress was... very humorous.

Yun Ziliang glanced at Zhao Wuya, snorted in annoyance, turned away, and didn't want to express his opinion.

He was now concerned about the face of the "Twenty-One Zen" in Zhao Wuya's body, so he didn't want to scold Yazi too much. However, Yazi could always accurately find the point that made Yun Ziliang angry and provoke him. It was difficult for Old Yun to resist scolding him.
All one could do was to turn a blind eye and not look at Zhao Wuya who was dressed so elegantly.

Old Yun was hiding from Yazi, but Yazi got even more excited, shaking his clothes and walking towards Yun Ziliang: "Master Yun, you didn't even stand up and say your name when you met a Buddhist monk. You have no manners."

"I bow to your grandmother."

This is intolerable, what is intolerable?

Yun Ziliang immediately grabbed the sole of his shoe - the Buddhist "Twenty-one Zen"? Yun Daoye was practicing the Twenty-one Zen.

"Ouch, Grandpa Master, please be gentle."

"You can hit me, but don't damage my robe. I had a tailor make it overnight."

"Ku, Ku, Ku!"

Zhou Xuan laughed out loud as he drank the soup...

……

Liuyun Village, like other Yintangs, is rooted in the deep mountains and forests.

A flag was erected in the village.

The flag is not made of linen or canvas, but a feather flag sewn together from tens of thousands of white crane feathers.

Today is the monthly Yintang Festival. The village is busy slaughtering pigs and sheep and making preparations for the sacrifice.

It is called a village, with thousands of stilt houses and earthen buildings connected together, and its scale is no smaller than that of an ordinary town.

People in the town like to wear a kind of clothing inlaid with feathers, made of coarse cloth and in dark gray color.

Li Liuyun, wearing a light blue printed cheongsam, stood out when she appeared in the village, as if she was an outcast.

"Fourth sister is back."

"The God of Wealth has arrived."

When the people in the village saw Li Liuyun, they started to beat the gongs, intending to welcome this wealthy man who made money for the village.

The food, clothing and living expenses of the entire village basically come from the huge amount of money earned by Paramount.

"I captured a man from Shijiazhai, and today, he happened to be offering a blood sacrifice to the Nine Snake God."

Li Liuyun brought several followers with him. They tied Awang up and followed closely behind.

After several tribesmen came forward and took a closer look at Awang's appearance, they said, "He is indeed from Shijiazhai. He smells like a Shizhai person."

"I know him. He is Awang, the spirit master of Shijiazhai."

Si Ling, in the Yin Hall, is a kind of priest, and his position is not low.

"So it's a Si Ling. Then I want to meet the Great Elder."

Li Liuyun shuttled back and forth in the village, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard. He reached out and knocked on the wooden door.

"Great Elder, Li Liuyun wants to see you."

"Come in."

The great elder Li Jiumu said in a deep voice.

Only then did Li Liuyun push open the wooden door and enter the yard.

Li Jiumu was killing white cranes in the yard. Dozens of white crane corpses were lying on the ground.

It is the custom of Liuyun Village to slaughter white cranes before the grand sacrifice.

Liuyun Village worships the "Nine Snake God". According to the village legend, the "Nine Snakes" are the ancestors of all snakes.

Worshiping the Nine Snakes is equivalent to making snakes the totem of the village. The white crane hunts small snakes in the mountains and has become the "enemy bird" of the village. Whenever the tribesmen see it, they are allowed to kill it.

Li Jiumu fiddled with the feathers of the white crane in his hand, without raising his eyebrows, he asked solemnly: "Old Four, you should go to the ancestral hall to worship your ancestors, why are you looking for me?"

"Bring people in."

Li Liuyun waved to his followers, and they sent Awang into the yard.

"All of you, go wait in front of the village. Without my order, no one of you is allowed to enter the village today."

"Yes."

After hearing the order, the followers all lowered their backs and retreated.

Li Liuyun closed the wooden door and said to Li Jiumu, "Great Elder, when I returned to the village at night, I saw a man sneaking around, so I arrested him. I didn't expect that he was from Shijiazhai."

"I know him, Awang. I'll kill him after I kill all the cranes. There's boiling water ready, so I can just peel his skin."

In Li Jiumu's eyes, Awang is not a human being at all. He is just a beast on the same level as the dogs in the village and the cranes in the mountains.

Killing a few animals, isn't that just a matter of convenience?

"Great Elder, Awang can serve as a sacrifice to the 'Nine Snake God'."

Li Liuyun quickly added.

She and Awang worked together to set up a plan to let Awang come into close contact with the "Nine Snake God". If Awang was killed like an animal by the great elder, how could the plan go ahead?

The Great Elder sneered and said, "Old Fourth, have you been away from the village for too long and have you forgotten the rules of sacrifice?
The Nine Snake God is the highest belief in our Liuyun Village. Can we just send any random person to the altar? Especially someone from Shijia Village!

The people of Shizhai are all beasts worse than pigs and dogs. Using them as sacrifices will only defile the heroic spirit of the Nine Snake God."

The Great Elder's eyes were filled with resentment.

Li Liuyun said quickly: "Great Elder, you don't know that this Awang is not an ordinary person."

"I know. He is the spiritual officer of Shijiazhai."

"He is also a Blood Well channeler."

Li Liuyun said.

"Could he be the psychic of the Blood Well?" Li Jiumu finally put down the white crane he had not yet finished peeling, stood up, and stared at Awang.

There was actually a bit of greed in his eyes... It was like a hungry man encountering a steaming hot roast goose...

(End of this chapter)