Day and night tour

Chapter 323: Fox Tribe’s Spirit
The cliff monk was looking up at the sky, attracted by Zhou Xuan's words. He lowered his eyes and looked at Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan squatted down, stroking the bloodstains on the altar, and said: "Today there are two passages, one in the sky and one underground. From my perception, the passage in the sky is more solid. It is much more difficult to break it using the altar's sacrificial power than the underground one.
Sixteen Yintangs, with more than two thousand clansmen and sixteen offerings to the gods, can jointly open the passage to heaven. Not even one can be missing.

Isn't it a coincidence that Gong Zheng came and one family was missing. "

This is why Zhou Xuan asked Awang to serve as a sacrifice and fake his death in the Gangfeng Cave.

He had to change from being passive to active and keep the rhythm of the "joint sacrifice" tightly under his own control.

The basic logic of the Heavenly Ghost's method of sharing the food is to rely on the "Sixteen Evil Gods" to share and eat the people who have descended, and then rely on the evil gods' advantage in numbers to hide in all directions and hide the "parts" of the people who have descended in various nooks and crannies of Mingjiang Prefecture.

To find it, a huge amount of manpower and material resources are needed.

In addition, Gong Zheng controlled his landing location within the "Thousand Miles Array Cloud". The clouds were filled with mist, lightning, and heavy rain. The sixteen evil gods transformed into "Shadow Gods" shared Gong Zheng's food in such a large area.

There were interferences everywhere and the range was extremely large. Even if Zhou Xuan used the method of daily soul travel to enter the cloud formation, he could not find any trace of the evil god. As long as the joint sacrifice was completed, whether he started from the "place where the food was shared" or from finding the traces of the sixteen evil gods, he would not be able to find Gong Zheng.

But the underground passage is different.

The opening of this passage is obviously the ancient altar... The capacity of the Gangfeng Cave is limited, and there are a large number of Sun Gods watching the scene. How dare the evil gods transform into "Shadow Gods" and come here?
Therefore, Zhou Xuan deduced that the "Gong Zheng" in the sky came down by relying on the method of thousands of ghosts sharing food, but the people underground did not.

"Put the four of you Xunbo monks into Mingjiang Mansion first. After I'm done with you, I'll decide whether to make up the last sacrifice and let Gong Zheng in so that we can defeat them one by one. This will also reduce our combat pressure."

Zhou Xuan raised his eyebrows and said to the cliff monk: "Besides, even if I hadn't arranged it in advance, Gong Zheng would not have come here rashly.

Gong Zheng is a man of great foresight and caution. He wants to attack with you, but he is not sure whether the four of you are strong enough to suppress Mingjiang Mansion, so he wants to wait until you have a good chance of winning, and then he will attack.
Only when the battle situation becomes clear will Gong Zheng make a choice.

This guy is a complete opportunist."

"This is what you Jing people are like, cunning and sinister. You agreed to do great things together, but you each have your own agenda."

"That depends on who it is..."

Zhou Xuan looked around at the wandering gods who were already fighting with the Treasure Tree Heavenly King, the Monk Zhiming, and the Monk Xingzhou, and said, "I fought side by side with my wandering gods. They knew that they had a high probability of being defeated, but no one retreated. We were united."

The cliff monk sighed and said, "That's true. Donor Zhou said I can't wait for Gong Zheng, so I won't wait. However, if Gong Zheng doesn't come... With your level of incense, your chances of winning are still slim."

"Whether it's big or not, you won't know until you fight it."

Lord Jiu took another sip of cold wine and sprayed it at the cliff monk.

The paper banner that the cliff monk stepped on caught fire.

The paper banner is the signature magic weapon of the "Mr. Ye" sect. Inside the banner are thousands of floating patterns of evil spirits, while outside the banner are images of the four great Taoist gods.

Urged by the fire, the four great gods appeared on the paper banners and opened their eyes at the same time.

The cliff monk did not dare to face the God's sharp edge. He took another step and his body suddenly climbed up.

"The Buddha is pressing down on my head. Where can I go?"

When Yuan Buyu's voice came out, the cliff monk looked up and saw a Buddha like a towering mountain descending from the sky. The Buddha's power spread like clouds, and the Buddha's power was like the shaking of thunder.

The huge Buddha was looming over his head, but the monk was not frightened.

“How can a fake Buddha suppress the real Buddha?”

After saying this, he took out a white piece from the chess basket and flicked it out.

The chess piece was like a sharp sword or an eye. It flew into the air with such force and precision that it struck the Fengchi point at the back of the Buddha's head thousands of feet away.

Only a tiny acupuncture point was hit, and the majestic image of the Buddha shook violently for a while, and then cracks quickly appeared all over the body. Within a few moments, the entire image turned into mist and dissipated, like a red sun falling into an icy lake, burning it into clouds and mist.

"A storyteller with seven incense sticks can defeat an ordinary hall with eight incense sticks, but he is still too weak for me."

The cliff monk picked up another black piece and flicked it out again.

The black chess piece shot up to a height of 60 to 70 feet above the ground, and suddenly stopped. The chess piece glowed with a faint light, like a black hole, absorbing all the mist produced by the smashing of the giant Buddha. When it was full, the cliff monk flew up on the wind, stood beside the chess piece, pointed with one finger, and the black chess piece shattered.

The thick fog, which had already been dyed black by the chess pieces in advance, spread again and soon condensed into a statue of Horse-Headed Vajra King. It sank quickly and collided fiercely with the statues of the four great gods floating in the paper banner of Lord Jiu.

The statues of the Mingwang and the gods collapsed instantly under the impact, and the surging air waves spread out.

Lord Jiu was knocked back dozens of feet, and his feet plowed out two three-inch deep drag marks on the hard stone surface of the ancient altar.

Similarly, the storyteller's dream created by Yuan Buyu was also shattered into pieces.

The cliff monk took another step, and in the next moment, he flashed behind Yuan Buyu and pointed at the dragon bone point on the back of the old storyteller.

At the critical moment, an invisible air knife appeared in front of the cliff monk's fingertips, blocking the momentum of that finger.

The cliff monk's finger strength did not decrease, and he confronted Zhou Xuan's "Sixteen Postures" with one more finger.

What a powerful fingertip, representing the sixteen kinds of momentum of the Jing Kingdom, praised by the God of Bitterness as the sharpest blade of the Jing Kingdom. With just a point of the finger, the blade vibrated wildly and countless cracks appeared.

"Master, let's go."

Zhou Xuan blocked with his sword in one hand and hugged Yuan Buyu with the other hand, then threw his master downwards into the sea of ​​red spider lilies created by Zhou Lingyi.

The two chess pieces, the white piece dissipated the force, the black piece borrowed the force, and with the momentum of Yuan Buyu's storyteller's dream, they broke the paper banners of the Four Gods of Eight Incense Wine Master,

After getting the chess piece, the Cliff Monk almost smashed Zhou Xuan's Sixteen Postures with just one Vajra Finger.

Zhou Xuan also retreated temporarily, activated his divine armor horse, and hid in the sea of ​​red spider lilies.

The sea of ​​red spider lilies hides the gloom and weirdness of the human world. If you step into the sea of ​​flowers, countless evil spirits will haunt you. The scenery in the sea of ​​flowers is by no means as gorgeous as what you see when you look down.

But the cliff monk showed no fear. He lowered his body onto the ancient altar with a steady posture, like a Buddhist pilgrim, and walked into the sea of ​​flowers with his head held high...

"This cliff monk has nine incense sticks."

Yuan Buyu's dream was shattered. Although it was not a serious matter, the blood and energy in his chest and abdomen were surging, so he had to sit in meditation to regulate his breathing.

Also practicing breathing exercises was Lord Jiu.

"The Buddhist people of Jiushang have great magical instruments in their hands and their bodies are as strong as ten thousand feet of gold and stone... This battle is too tough."

Zhou Xuan had no time to marvel at how powerful the Cliff Monk was. Instead, he used the netherworld power in the sea of ​​flowers to restore the blade to its Sixteenth Form.

The cliff monk has entered the sea of ​​flowers of the other shore. The boat monk and the destiny monk also want to enter the sea of ​​flowers and kill Zhou Xuan.

The four evil monks knew who was the core of Mingjiang Mansion.

Even if there had not been the bloody incident at Baoshan Temple, except for Baoshu Tianwang who was resisting the "painter and musician" at the same time, the other three monks would have rushed forward and killed Zhou Xuan at all costs.

The Buddhists also understand the principle of capturing the leader first.

At this time, after rushing around in King Xishan's snow-white fox fur, Monk Zhiming found a gap and turned into a colorful stream of light. After escaping in a flash, he immediately rushed into the flower sea world. After walking a few feet, King Xishan came up like a ghost, and blocked the monk Zhiming.

"If you want to do anything to the young master, you have to get through me first."

"King Xishan, you are a talented person. The four of us brothers have tried to win you over time and again. In today's battle, we thought you would not help either side and hide safely in the White Bone Taoist Palace. But we never thought that you would help Zhou Xuan so hard. What kind of magic potion did he give you?"

The monk Zhiming questioned King Xishan in a slightly feminine voice.

"I have thought about it carefully for a while. You Buddhists cannot give the fox clan a future. If we help you Buddhists, the fox clan will have no way out. As for the young master? I think he is the trend of the world. The great literary saint Xu Jingshan once said clearly that the trend cannot be changed and can only be followed."

"Xu Jingshan is just a servant raised by the big monster in Huangyuan Mansion. Don't take his nonsense seriously." Seeing that King Xishan still showed no sign of evading, the monk Zhiming said fiercely, "Since you insist on doing it your way, I will enter the long river of your destiny. No matter how great your fortune is, once the long river of destiny is cut off, your life will still be controlled by me..."

"Being able to enter the river of destiny of others, this is the origin of your name."

King Xishan was not afraid at all, but said: "Then I will save you some energy..."

When he said this, he raised his mouth and spit out his fox clan's crossbone, hanging it in front of him. Then he made a "please" gesture and said arrogantly,
"I like that the Mountain King rarely takes action, but I also have the spirit of the fox tribe, and I don't want to bully the weak. You, the monk who knows fate, use 'entering fate' as your most proud method in life, so I will also use the method of 'entering fate' to fight you to the death. Today, only one of us can use this horizontal bone. Monk who knows fate, do you dare to fight?"

The horizontal bone of the demon race is like the secret realm of the human race. Entering the horizontal bone is equivalent to entering the long river of destiny.

Monk Zhiming did not expect King Xishan to be so confident and so arrogant. Knowing that King Xishan was strong, he used the method of entering the destiny to fight him.

He was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he sneered and said,
"King Xishan, I really want to take a look at you. Come, let's fight."

The monk Zhi Ming once again turned into a stream of light and entered the round and smooth vertebrae of King Xi Shan.

"Did you really go in?"

King Xishan muttered something, then quickly bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood at his transverse bone. Then, he pointed his finger like a sword and quickly drew the "Heavenly Eye View" talisman on the transverse bone, activating the mystery in the transverse bone.

"King Xishan, why are there nine long rivers of destiny in your transverse bone?"

From within the transverse bone came the surprised words of the monk Zhiming.

"This is not my horizontal bone. It is the divine bone handed down from several nine-stick incense ancestors of our Hu clan. It contains the souls of nine ancestors and of course nine long rivers of destiny. I sealed the bone with talismans. The souls of nine heavenly foxes are entangled in the bone. Monk Zhiming, if you can fight your way out of this horizontal bone, the word Hu in my name, the third master Hu, will be written backwards."

King Xishan no longer had the arrogant look he had just had, and there was only cunning in his eyes.

"You're trying to trick me? Where's the integrity of the fox clan?"

"Guess why the people of Jing country always call someone an old fox when they are angry about his cunningness? Cunning is the ancestral character of our fox clan!"

“……”The monk who knows his fate.

Monk Zhiming never expected that King Xishan, who just now looked like an immortal and a great man, was actually a player.

He thought that the other party was a man of profound skills, but he never expected that it was all mind tricks and he didn't have any magic tricks or secret skills.

"King Xishan, you beast..."

Before the monk Zhiming could finish his words, King Xishan swallowed the spirit bones of the fox ancestor again.

"How can you become a god if you practice with courage but not with brain?"

King Xishan said proudly.

Before a round had passed, the monk Zhiming was the first to lose people, and he did so in a very stupid manner. The monk Xingzhou, the monk Moya, and the Heavenly King Baoshu were all stunned for a moment.

"King Xishan, you are indeed like me."

The painter, who had been friends with King Xishan for many years, gave him a thumbs up.

After years of friendship, the painter knew very well that King Xishan's level of cultivation was not inferior to Lord Jian, but at the same time... he also had an extremely high combat IQ.

When the truth is made false, the truth becomes false; when the false is made true, the truth becomes false. Relying on the true and false, the real and the fake routines, Xishanwang can always make opponents who are higher than him run around in circles.

The monk Zhi Ming had been eliminated, and King Xi Shan re-evaluated the battle situation. At this time, the monk Xingzhou also wanted to enter the flower sea, but Lord Jian was blocking the way. Lord Jiu and Yuan Buyu were also regrouping. The other Sun-wandering Gods were eager to save Zhou Xuan, and they were also in the distance, using their Taoism to disturb the monk Xingzhou.
On the contrary, the musicians and painters have been clearly suppressed by the Treasure Tree Heavenly King.
Driven by his natural fighting instinct, King Xishan made a decision in a flash, threw out the fox fur, and rushed towards King Baoshu like a flowing cloud.

As King Xishan was running around, he used the reputation and power he had built up over the years in the mountains of Mingjiang to issue orders to the sixteen Yintangs.

"Sixteenth Hall Master, listen to my orders. Blow the horns, sing the sad song, activate the ancient altar, and crush these three evil monks."

There are evil gods behind the sixteen Yin Halls.

Although it was obvious that these evil gods had been recruited by "Gong Zheng", the evil gods did not issue any new orders at this time, nor did they issue orders in advance to notify the high priests and elders of the sixteen Yin Halls to rebel against Mingjiang Prefecture together.

Since there was no order from the evil god, and King Xishan had given the order, who should he obey? It was clear at a glance.

For a time, the sad song was sung by more than 2,000 people in the village.
The sound of cow horns and cow bells rang out, and the filthy blood on the ancient altar seemed to have a soul and began to flow...

……

"fool!"

The boating monk was in a hurry to enter the sea of ​​flowers. When he saw the monk Zhiming jump into the trap set by King Xishan, he immediately cursed angrily.

Even though he was cursing, his hands were moving fast.

I saw that he was holding a bamboo stick, which was about ten feet long and as thick as his calf.

He held the staff with both hands and made a rowing motion.

“Crash, crash.”

Gangfeng Cave was originally a natural dry cave. There had never been any underground rivers, streams, or mountain springs in the cave. But at this moment, the sound of surging water was heard.

The monk who sails on the water, since his Buddhist name is "Xingzhou", has the ability to sail on the water. With a bamboo pole, the surrounding area of ​​hundreds of feet becomes a body of water.

Waves were rippling in the water, mist and water vapor were rising, and all around the water were tall reeds.

Each reed was like a living steel whip, wantonly whipping the surrounding village people and the sun wandering gods, making it almost impossible for them to get close.
There was a small raft under the boating monk's feet. The bamboo stick in his hand became a pole, which pushed the boat forward on the river and sailed towards the sea of ​​flowers.

Only Mr. Archer, dressed in white, stood on the river with a bow in his hand, eyes closed and concentrated, waiting for the boat monk to row over. When the boat was fifty steps away from him, he drew his bow and shot.

Unexpectedly, before the raft had moved a few steps, a bright red color suddenly appeared in the water, and a ghostly hand emerged from the water to grab the monk on the boat.

The oar in the boating monk's hand turned into a spirit snake, entwining with the ghost hand. Then he exerted force suddenly, pushing back the ghost hand and forcibly rowing the raft back several feet.

"Where did this sinister person come from?" the monk cursed.

I saw a whirlpool in the water. When it subsided, a thin woman in red appeared. She held a coffin in her right hand and stood in front of the river.

The person who came was the lady with the red coffin and eight incense sticks.

"The miserable ghost of Huangyuan Mansion?"

The monk on the boat saw the red clothes and the coffin and identified the lady in the red coffin.

The coffin lady threw the coffin in her hand away, stood with her hands behind her back, and said, "Most of the tricks of the bitter ghost are on the water. I was worried that there was no water in the Gangfeng Cave and I couldn't use my tricks. But you, the evil monk, actually took the initiative to create a piece of water."

"Coffin Lady, why are you here?"

Zhou Xuan saw the coffin lady coming in the sea of ​​flowers and asked.

Lady Red Coffin was not next to the Zhou family's willow tree, so she could not be teleported to the Gangfeng Cave through the willow tree. She was not the wandering god of Mingjiang Mansion, so she could not drive the wandering god lantern and come here quickly.

"Today, a strong wind blew in Huangyuan Prefecture. The wind blew up the Huangyuan Water Village and formed a large whirlpool in the Huangyuan waters. Our Kugui leader deduced that there was a strange and powerful force that connected Huangyuan Prefecture and Pingshui Prefecture.
I guessed that something had happened at the altar, so I rushed here to check it out. When I checked, I found that something serious had really happened."

Lady Red Coffin turned around and shouted to Zhou Xuan, "There is a strong demonic aura in the passage. I think... the reclusive Huangyuan demon has also made a move today."

"The Great Huangyuan Monster?"

Zhou Xuan muttered this name to himself...

(End of this chapter)