Day and night tour

Chapter 318: God-Slaying Prologue
Gong Zheng, a sky-god-level being, had an old grudge against Zhou Xuan, and the grudge was very big. One of his Dharma bodies was cut off by the Sixteen Postures sword.

After the Dharma body is cut off, the strength of "Gong Zheng" will decline.

The sky is a place where competition is fierce. Every once in a while, nine incense sticks from other dimensions will fly up and kill the old gods.

Which old gods will be killed? Naturally, those gods who are not very powerful.

Now that he has lost a Dharma body, Gong Zheng is in a very dangerous "God-slaying Crisis".
So he relied on a joint blood sacrifice to descend into the human world unnoticed. Zhou Xuan thought there were two possibilities - first, to avenge him and avenge the blow from the sky; second, to hide in a secret place and avoid the challenge of the powerful Jiuzhuxiang from the human world.

"No matter what, we cannot let Gongzheng come."

The painter said.

The god-level who relied on the Taoist to descend only had the combat power of eight incense sticks, which was the best. With the current strength of the wandering god in Mingjiang Mansion, it was not at all inferior.
As for the gods that descend through large-scale sacrifices, they are the peak combat power that has descended to the earth, more powerful than nine incense sticks.

Sitting eight and looking nine, and burning nine incense sticks, sound like there is only a fine line between them, but this fine line is the difference between heaven and earth.

"If Gong Zheng were to come, it would be a very troublesome problem."

The painter said.

Zhou Xuan was slow to respond, as he was assessing the risks of Gong Zheng's arrival in his mind.

"Young Master, I will go to King Xishan to end today's joint blood sacrifice and prevent Gong Zheng from coming. What do you think?"

"Let me think about it some more."

Zhou Xuan was silent for a moment, then said to the painter: "Gong Zheng is a god-level being, and there are benefits to not descending.
If he completes his descent, there will also be benefits to his descent.”

"What are the benefits of advent?"

"This god from heaven has finally come to the human world, so let's keep him here forever."

Zhou Xuan crossed his hands and said, "It's just right to replace a new god-level statue for the Divine Arrow Hall."

"This..." The painter sighed inwardly, the young master is really brave, he is actually thinking about how to kill the god-level Jiuzhuxiang.

That's the god level of Nine Incense Sticks, possessing the power of a god. He can move mountains, control water, make it rain, and create wind. He also has the tenth-level hall methods above Nine Incense Sticks.

"I'm not determined to kill Gong Zheng. I'm assessing the risks."

Zhou Xuan started to make plans in his mind again. However, it was not enough to just rely on his own imagination to assess the risks of the Nine Incense Sticks. He needed to find a reference.

Based on this reference, Zhou Xuan chose Yun Ziliang.

At this time, Lao Yun was not in the store, but was playing mahjong in the mahjong hall. He was distracted and went to the mahjong hall, calling Yun Ziliang to come back to the store.

"Why are you replying? I'm in great luck. I'm going to win today."

Yun Ziliang had just won a game. There was a small stack of paper bills on the table. Calculating today's earnings, he had won more than fifty yuan. If he could take advantage of his better luck, he would probably win more than a hundred yuan.

He was somewhat reluctant to leave.

"The bow is coming."

Zhou Xuan made a suggestion.

With these words, Yun Ziliang pushed forward the cards that had just been arranged in front of him.

"Lao Yun, what are you doing?"

"I just remembered that something happened at home. I don't want to play anymore. I'll compensate you three families."

Yun Ziliang took out some money and paid fifteen dollars to each family. Then he stood up and counted the bills in his hand. He found that he had seven dollars more than when he came.

He waved his hand and called to the smoking boy in the hall, "Come here, Mao kid."

Mao Wa trotted over and asked, "Mr. Yun, what kind of cigarettes do you want?"

"No, I won some money today. I'm happy, so I'm giving it to you as a reward."

Yun Ziliang placed the extra seven yuan on the cigarette tray that Mao Wazi was holding against his chest, causing the smoking boy to blush and shout, "Thank you, Uncle Yun, thank you, Uncle Yun."

"Since you have such a sweet mouth, I'll give you another piece."

Yun Ziliang put another dollar on the cigarette tray to make sure that he would lose money today, then he hurried out of the mahjong hall.

"I spend all the money I win in the mahjong hall. I dare not take a single cent home."

Yun Ziliang said secretly.

……

In the Zhou family's cleaning shop, Yun Ziliang closed the door and asked Zhou Xuan: "You said that Gong Zheng is about to descend?"

"Yes."

"Then you are looking for me..."

"I want to keep Gong Zheng in the human world." Zhou Xuan said, "But the painter and I don't know what the combat power of the gods above the nine incense sticks level will reach."

"So you want to ask me, can the wandering gods from Mingjiang and Pingshui be gathered together to kill Gong Zheng?"

"Yes."

Zhou Xuan agreed.

"There is a huge difference between sitting eight and looking at nine and nine incense sticks."

Yun Ziliang began to count on his fingers: "In the two mansions, the people who are in the eighth and ninth positions include Lord Jian, the musician, Peng Sheng, and your Zhou brothers and sisters. The people who are above the eighth incense sticks include Lord Jiu, Lao Hua, and Lady Red Coffin... Of course, Lady Coffin may not come to help."

"There is still one person who is sitting on the eighth position and looking forward to the ninth position."

The painter said, "The master of Ming Jiangyin Hall, King Xishan, came out of seclusion a few days ago."

"How does his fighting ability compare to Master Jian?"

"At least we can fight on equal terms."

"There are five people who are on their way to the eighth level, and three people who are on their way to the eighth level... not enough... totally not enough."

Yun Ziliang said: "The number is still far from enough."

"Is Nine Incense Sticks so powerful?"

"When I was at my peak, I had a hidden dragon within me. If the other sects wanted to gather the best of their wits to deal with me, they would need at least ten people, which is the number of two palms."

Yun Ziliang said: "But these ten people can only fight me to equal strength. Neither of us can gain an advantage over the other.

If I want to leave, those ten people can't stop me. If I take a step back, I'll be free."

As soon as he finished speaking, he continued, "Moreover, even though they are all Nine Incense Sticks, there are still differences in strength. Generally speaking, the Nine Incense Sticks on Earth cannot defeat the God-level. The Nine Incense Sticks that can ascend to the sky and kill the gods are also the best among the Nine Incense Sticks.
Take me for example. With my strength at that time, I was basically no match for the "Mountain Ancestor" god of the Xunlong Hall. Even if I was not completely without a chance of winning, the probability of my winning was no more than 10%. "

"It means that even if I gather the two gods of the two palaces, I still can't defeat Gong Zheng?" Zhou Xuan said, "What if we add the Peach Blossom Tree and the Ancient Golden Bell?"

Yun Ziliang thought for a moment and said, “The method of the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree is ‘blessing’, but its blessing will only bless the tree clan in Pengjia Town. In addition, it has just left the Mother Star Pit not long ago, and its vitality has not yet recovered.

Ancient Tree Golden Bell, according to your wish power supply in the past two days, you should be able to release one or two more "Bell Slaves". The Bell Slaves are all the residual souls of Nine Incense Sticks. In a very short period of time, they can perform one or two tricks of Nine Incense Sticks.

Therefore, the Golden Bell is a pretty good fighting force. With its help and the Ancestral Tree, we might be able to fight Gong Zheng 60-40, with 6 for us and 4 for Gong Zheng.

When the painter heard this, he broke into a sweat... Based on his understanding of Zhou Xuan's character, a 50-50 chance of winning means he can fight; a 60-40 chance means he will definitely win. Zhou Xuan is afraid that the plan of gathering the gods from the two prefectures to kill Gong Zheng will be finalized.

But this time, Zhou Xuan was extra cautious and asked Yun Ziliang again: "Old Yun... there is one special thing in the situation you just described, that is, the blessing of the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree only blesses the tree clan of Pengjia Town. What if I convince the ancestral tree to bless the other wandering gods at the eighth and ninth seats?"

"Hmm...let me think about it."

After a long period of thinking, Yun Ziliang finally showed a determined expression, gestured with the number "eight", and said: "If you can convince him, your chances of winning are more than 80%. Even if Gong Zheng wants to escape, he will at least be beaten to a lower realm."

"Then it is possible to retain the Sky God level."

During Zhou Xuan's inquiry this time, he did not mention the name "Gong Zheng".

"There is a great possibility that even if we cannot keep him, we can penetrate his vitality and make him become like Peng Hou three hundred years ago, a stray dog ​​who dares to hide and not reveal the slightest clue...

...Gong Zheng may not be as good at hiding as Peng Hou!"

Yun Ziliang added, “After all, Pengjia Town had become a forbidden area at that time, and he had the three-headed stone Buddha to help him… As for Gong Zheng, ever since the incident of the failure to return his godhood became a big deal, the disciples of the Divine Arrow Hall no longer favored Gong Zheng, and he had no help in the human world.”

"Then I will go find Ershu and ask him to let go of his prejudice and bless the other wandering gods."

Zhou Xuan said so.

"There is no time to lose, young sir, act quickly."

The painter looked at his pocket watch and said, "Noon is the time for the joint blood sacrifice to begin. There is not much time left."

He felt that there was still a way out for the plan he made now. If he could convince people outside the Ancestral Tree Blessing Tree Clan, he could implement the plan to kill Gong Zheng.
If he fails to convince them, he can also order King Xishan, as the "Lord of Yin Hall", to order the Sixteen Yin Halls to stop the blood sacrifice and prevent the arrival of "Gong Zheng".

"I'll go right away. But, Lao Hua, I want to ask you, how reliable is King Xishan, this old fox who has achieved great success?"

"Eight or nine points."

The painter wanted to say that it was completely reliable, but nothing in this world can be said to be certain, so he spoke with some reservations.

"I don't think so." Zhou Xuan said, "With the joint blood sacrifice, all the evil gods will not come. It's such a big thing, and the presiding priests of the sixteen Yin Halls are likely to know about it, but King Xishan is ignorant.
Should I say that this King Xishan is incompetent in managing his subordinates, or that he is old, blind and deaf?" "This... Yintang is full of mountain barbarians who do things without following the rules. Perhaps they are bullying..."

"Lao Hua, according to my information, King Xishan has been practicing in seclusion, trying to join the immortal class, but this time he came out of seclusion strangely. Calculating the date... the time he came out of seclusion will be the day I kill Gong Zheng's Dharma body."

The last time Zhou Xuan heard the news that King Xishan had come out of seclusion, it was brought by Huang Xi from the Huang Gate.

His words woke the dreamer up.

"I will go and keep an eye on King Xishan now... But if I go..."

"It will alert the enemy."

Zhou Xuan understood the painter's concerns.

If you think about it carefully, the painter had no known master and rashly went to the White Bone Taoist Palace. Didn't he see something and then went to look after King Xishan?
"That."

"Wait and see what happens... Just be careful with him during the joint blood sacrifice."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he went to Pengjia Town, while the painter returned to the God-Wandering Division and sent out a secret letter to summon the gods - a disaster is imminent in Mingjiang Prefecture, and all the gods who are wandering should return to the division as soon as possible.

……

In Pengjia Town, the falling peach blossoms look like falling pink rain.

The petals are all over the ground, and the fragrance is rich.

To say that the ancient tribe has now been renamed the Tree Tribe,
The Tree Tribe now has thousands of members, and most of them are led by the White Deer Priest, worshiping the ancestral tree.

The vitality of the ancestral tree depends on the popularity of believers to nourish it.
In recent days, apart from the necessary "fishing, hunting" and other labors required by the tribe, the rest of the people were praying devoutly to the ancestral tree in the center of the town.

The peach tree is bathed in the power of prayers and wishes, its branches sway gently, and its life is very comfortable.

Zhou Xuan changed his form and appeared in front of the ancestral tree. When the tribesmen saw him, they all bowed and said, "The tree tribe greets the ancestor Xuan."

"Don't make any noise. I want to talk to Zushu about something."

After Zhou Xuan finished speaking, he patted the Peach Blossom Tree and began to complain: "Ershu, what kind of life do you think I live? I am always bullied."

Hearing this, the Peach Blossom Tree also became anxious. Dozens of peach branches twisted into a bunch and swung forward, as if to say, "Tell me who bullied you and I will beat him up."

"The 'Gong Zheng' in the sky, he got humiliated by me once, and now he wants to come down to the human world to cause trouble for me. Am I being bullied?"

Upon hearing this, the Peach Blossom Tree became so angry that it rushed up, waving its branches like a steel whip even faster and more violently. If someone was standing in front of it without eyes, this whip could cut them in half alive.

"Ershu, I see that you are a good-natured person, so I have an idea and have found some helpers. However, these helpers are not as advanced as Gong Zheng, so they need blessings from someone. See if you can give them some blessings... Hey, Shuzi, why are you unhappy now?"

At this time, the Peach Blossom Tree had grown a new branch, and the two branches crossed each other, looking angry.

It is still unwilling to give blessings to outsiders.

Zhou Xuan understood the temper of the ancestral tree. Take the willow tree of the Zhou family for example. If you asked it to protect the Zhou family, it would definitely be happy to do so. But if you asked it to protect the people in other halls, it would not pull them out with its willow branches. This showed its gentle nature.

Whoever's ancestral tree is in his family, that family will cherish it, and the ancestral tree will only protect its own family members.

"Please help me. If you don't, I will be bullied into the dust."

"Ershu, please respond to me. Don't just keep rejecting me."

Zhou Xuan kept saying nice things, but the Peach Blossom Tree refused to give in.

"You are so good, Ershu. You have forgotten our fighting friendship in the Great Mother Star Pit... Well... I will go now and take Gong Zheng's arrow. If I can take it, I will take it. If I can't, I will let him shoot me to death."

Zhou Xuan used the tactic of "making trouble", retreating to advance, pretending to leave. The simple Peach Blossom Tree was still in a state of making trouble with its hands behind its back, but at the same time he stretched out an extremely thin branch and gently hooked the corner of Zhou Xuan's clothes.

"Shu, you are kind, so I know you won't stand by and watch someone die."

Zhou Xuan turned around and hugged the peach blossom tree tightly.

This time, Zhou Xuan had already thought of a trick to ask the Peach Blossom Tree to come out of the mountain. On the way, he had already thought of the trick of "crying, making a fuss, and then hanging". If the Peach Blossom Tree still did not respond after he used the trick of "making a fuss", he would find a hemp rope and a small stool, and pretend to "hang" on the Peach Blossom Tree to see if it would help...

"Haha, Brother Zhou, you have many ways. If someone else came to ask, Tao Zu's power would be lost, but he would not bless outsiders."

Peng Sheng’s voice was heard from the trunk of the Peach Blossom Tree.

"Brother Peng, have you been watching the show?"

Peng Sheng smiled. He was the chief priest of the tree clan. He was confident of his status and would never set a precedent by taking the initiative to persuade the "Ancestral Peach Blossom Tree" to bless outsiders. He could only watch Zhou Xuan "pestering" the Peach Ancestor.

"Whether you want to watch the show or not, Tao Zu agreed to your request, which is a good result."

Peng Sheng added: "I also heard what you said just now. Gong Zheng dared to come to the human world, which means he is an enemy of the Tree Clan. Thousands of Tree Clan members will go through fire and water for Brother Zhou."

When Zhou Xuan thought of this, he slapped his forehead. When he asked Yun Ziliang to calculate the combat power, he forgot to take the entire tree clan into account.

The Tattoo Clan is definitely a brave and warlike group. The scene of the whole clan relying on the ancestral peach tree and fighting a bloody battle against Peng Hou Tian Guitu three hundred years ago is still vivid in people's minds.

"Three hundred years ago, we were able to defeat Peng Hou and make him fall from grace. Three hundred years later, we still dare to draw our swords against Gong Zheng.

As long as there is one person among the Tattooed Clan who has not died in the battle, Gong Zheng will not be able to escape."

When Peng Sheng was speaking, all the tribesmen who were praying around the Peach Blossom Tree stood up. They were full of fighting spirit, with the bone needles they had refined hanging on their shoulders and the evil spirit tattoos they had raised on their bodies ready to move. As long as Zhou Xuan gave the order, they would put their lives at risk.

Sky God level?
Damn it.

Zhou Xuan clasped his fists towards his clansmen and said, "Thank you all for your help."

"Why should I thank you so much, Xuanzu?" The White Deer Priest pounded his chest and said loudly, "If it weren't for Xuanzu's sudden appearance, Great Ancestor Peng Sheng would not be able to live again. I'm afraid that we, the Tattooed Tree Clan, would have been pigs and dogs of the Buddha Country for generations to come."

"Without Xuanzu, how can the Tree Clan regain its once proud fighting spirit?"

"It is our duty to fight for Xuanzu."

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he clasped his fists again, feeling warm in his heart. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but nothing came out in the end.

……

When Zhou Xuan returned to the Jingyi shop, Shang Wenjun, the head of the witch hall, was already waiting for him.

"Master Shang, why are you here?"

"Lao Hua was afraid that the young master didn't know the secret letter and couldn't communicate with us, so he ordered me to accompany him at all times."

Shang Wenjun added: "Besides, my incense sticks are less than eight, so I am afraid I can't help much in today's battle. Being able to serve as logistics is also considered a contribution."

In the battle with the Sky God-level, eight incense sticks can only be regarded as an entry ticket, unless one can be like the Tattoo Hall, where the tree tribe members use their lives as artillery fire, hang upside down under the ancestral tree, use their flesh and blood to condense a tattoo pattern, exchange their lives for injuries, and go hard to fight and consume "Gong Zheng".

"Thank you for your help, Master Shang."

Zhou Xuan said.

"Young Master, you revived the ancient tree and golden bell for my Mingjiang Mansion. We have the responsibility to protect you. No need to thank you."

When Shang Wenjun reached this point, a scroll appeared in front of him, which was a secret letter from the painter.

She stabbed the scroll with her right index finger, shattering it, and a message exploded in her heart.

"Young sir, the painter sent a message that the joint ceremony of the Sixteen Yin Halls is about to begin, but King Xishan has not arrived yet."

Zhou Xuan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that there was something fishy going on between King Xishan and "Gong Zheng"?

It is not a good sign for a master of incense who is comparable to Lord Jian to turn against his allies at the last minute.

"Why don't we take the initiative and surround and kill King Xishan?" Shang Wenjun asked Zhou Xuan.

He thought for a moment and said, "There's no hurry."

Yun Ziliang in the store also acted as a military advisor and said to Shang Wenjun: "King Xishan is a tough guy. Given his skills, if you forcefully surround and kill him, I'm afraid you will suffer serious casualties."

Zhou Xuan analyzed, "I will set up an iron tube formation in the Gangfeng Cave later. If King Xishan arrives, we will keep an eye on his movements. Once we see that he has ill intentions, we have enough manpower to kill him with lightning speed. It is too early to attack him now.

If King Xishan is not present, and just refuses to help, let him go for now. After dealing with Gong Zheng, we can go to his Taoist temple and deal with him."

When Shang Wenjun heard this, he responded, drew a secret letter, and passed Zhou Xuan's deployment to the painter intactly.

Zhou Xuan said to the ancestral tree link on his wrist: "Sister, Gong Zheng is very likely to come. Invite Master Jian and Master Jiu to wait under the ancestral tree. When the critical moment comes, send them over through the "tree gate."

"Brother, Master Arrow has arrived. His fighting spirit has never been so strong. Even the divine bow floating beside him is beating violently."

Lord Jian hates Gong Zheng's hypocrisy. Today, he wants to use his magic arrows to shoot and kill the god from the Divine Arrow Hall - the ancient god who has not changed in two thousand years.

The tension of the war situation had begun to slowly tighten. Before the joint ceremony began, Zhou Xuan entered the secret realm, wanting to see what had been revealed by the torture of Li Jiumu.

Today, his purpose was originally very simple, which was to find out from Liuyun Village whether the "Nine Snake God" was the literary giant Xu Jingshan from two hundred and twenty years ago. However, he did not expect that he would accidentally discover the arrival of "Gong Zheng".

"Through Li Jiushan, I was able to find out the secrets of the Nine Snake God, which has become an insignificant condiment on the table."

Zhou Xuan was walking on the black water towards the Chenghuang Taoist Temple, laughing at himself. Suddenly, something caught his attention. He stopped abruptly and turned his head to look. On the black water, there was a colorful lotus throne floating.

This lotus throne is Heishui's masterpiece. It was a semi-finished product last night, with only a few leaves carved out, but now it is completely completed.

Also from Heishui's "work", the White Bone Monk, at this time facing the lotus throne, pointed his hands at his ears, making the initiation Zen seal...

(End of this chapter)