Day and night tour

Chapter 327: The Man in the Mirror
Flames were running everywhere on Dongshi Street. The evil fire brought down by the Zoroastrian fire order could not be put out by water or covered by sand. The boundless fire had turned into a giant red snake, madly devouring the houses and shops on the street.

"There's a huge fire! God is blaming us! Let's run!"

"It's over, it's over. I spent eight or nine years saving up my time to open this store."

Old Ma, who worked at the paper-making shop, clapped his hands on his knees, jumped up and down and shouted with tears in his eyes. Even though the fire was raging, he wanted to save his property from the fire in the eerie flames. He would not hesitate to move even a table or a stool.

"Old Ma, let's go. We can't stay in Dongshi Street any longer. We must burn this street clean with the fire we started today."

Cuijie, who was already carrying Xiao Fuzi, Huazi and a load on her shoulders, was passing by the paper-making shop when she tried to pull the old horse that was about to rush into the fire.

Cui Jie was a bit of a money-slave on weekdays. She always hid all the valuables in her home in one place. After the food stall caught fire, she went into the house and called Hua Zi and Fu Zi, who were "storytellers and listeners", and then she stuffed all the valuables into a basket, picked up a shoulder pole and started to flee.

Sister Cui, who had poured water on the evil fire, knew very well that this fire could not be put out, so it would be better to escape quickly while the fire was still there.

"Sister Cui, my store is my life."

Old Ma struggled to break free from Cui Jie's hand and rushed into the sea of ​​fire regardless of everything. As soon as he entered the house, the beam that had been burned to the point of being shaky suddenly broke completely and fell down with a loud bang, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

The main beams were gone, and the rest of the house was deformed by the high temperature. In a few moments, the house collapsed violently...

"Old horse."

Sister Cui screamed heartbreakingly.

Dongshi Street is a very special place. Although it is a long street with a large scale, most of the people here are engaged in the funeral industry... This unlucky business has a relatively fixed number of employees, so there are not many new faces on the street.

Everyone on the entire street is considered an old neighbor. Families and shops have been friends for more than ten years.

Lao Ma lived relatively close to Cuijie's house, and Cuijie could not help but watch Lao Ma trapped in the sea of ​​fire. She hurriedly put down her carrying pole, ran over, and turned into a four-tailed fox with a snow-white body, supporting Lao Ma's collapsed house.

In order to isolate the flames jumping on the wall of the house, she activated the "Law of the Earth". The tiles, bricks and stones on the ground rolled up like a breeze and condensed into a stone and tile armor on Cuijie's back.

"Lao Ma, come with me. If you lose money, you can earn it later."

Sister Cui changed into a fox and yelled at Lao Ma.

Old Ma collapsed weakly at the foot of the wall. His legs and pelvis had been set on fire, and the fire was still spreading rapidly. He first clasped his fists towards the four-tailed fox to express his gratitude to Sister Cui, and then waved his hand weakly: "A Cui, please leave quickly..."

Sister Cui had no choice but to turn her head away and walk out with tears in her eyes.

Cui Jie, who had already made up her mind, did not change from fox form to human form. She carried Xiao Fuzi and Mu Hua on her back and ran towards the exit of Dongshi Street.

Along the way, many people thought it was the fox fairy appearing, and they shouted: "Fox Fairy, take us away, the fire is coming."

"Fox Fairy, my son is trapped under the wall. Please save him."

Cui Jie really stopped to visit some of the families and businesses that she liked very much and had established good relationships with in the past. She visited them frequently.

But Cuijie didn't like most of the merchants because they had bullied Muhua before... But even though she didn't like them, Cuijie was very kind.

On this day, she seemed to have really become the fox bodhisattva in everyone's heart. Her powerful earth law opened up many burning houses and forcibly dragged out the children and the elderly who were trapped before they could escape from the gates of hell.
Her back, as broad as a hill, carried people who were burned by the high temperature and could not walk. She became the doomsday ark for escape in Dongshi Street.

Wailing, crying, smoke, interweaving and mixing,

Sister Cui carried more than a dozen wounded people on her back, followed by a group of fleeing neighbors. Soon, they arrived in front of the Dasixi Mahjong Hall.

The hall was already engulfed in flames, with countless people howling in agony. Yun Ziliang was in a state of utter despair, and he and Zhao Wuya kept using the Dragon-Seeking and Wind-Riding method to pump strong winds into the hall in an attempt to blow out the evil fire.

"Lao Yang, why are you leaving like this? Lao Xu, you haven't won enough money from me yet, neither of you are allowed to die."

Ever since Yun Ziliang escaped from the painting, the place he went to most often was the mahjong parlor. Every card-playing person there was his old friend regardless of age difference.

But now, all his old friends were being roasted like dogs by the fire that fell from the sky. How could he not be anxious?

"Lao Yun, let's go, let's go..."

The mahjong parlor has become a crematorium.

Cui Jie's body was covered in black and white. She used her fox tail to entangle Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya, and continued to run towards the exit of Dongshi Street.

The only way to escape was to run wildly, but when they were only a few hundred meters away from the exit, they were all stunned -

——The iron gate at the exit has been burned red, and the two high-rise buildings have collapsed straight down, completely blocking the exit for everyone to survive.

"We are all done."

The neighbors behind Cui Jie burst into tears...

……

"Let this fire burn even more fiercely, and let all the sins in the world be melted in this fire that reaches the sky."

"The Buddha is here. The Buddha's chess piece is guiding the Zoroastrian Fire Order to descend to the human world."

"The Buddha is a national player of the Buddha Kingdom. With just one chess piece, he can shatter a golden bell."

From the Zoroastrian Order, the crazy voices of the Zoroastrians were heard.

The dust and ashes left by the Cliff Monk after shattering hundreds of chess pieces gathered together to form the second wave of attack following the Zoroastrian Fire Order.

The chess ashes in the sky dispersed, and each grain of ashes contained infinite Buddha power. The ashes turned into points of light, and each point of light had the power of a finger of the cliff monk.
They soared into the sky, like artillery fire from the Buddha's kingdom, and launched a powerful bombardment at the invisible air shield of the ancient tree and golden bell.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The sound of bombardment was incessant. The dull and low impact sound was heard along the ground of Mingjiang Mansion and reached the ears of most people.

Suddenly,

The invisible gas shield was riddled with holes, and the fire order automatically began to rotate. More meteors flew through the holes, breaking through the defense of the Golden Bell and burning more houses and tall buildings.
The once colorful Mingjiang Prefecture has now become a kingdom of fire, a prison on earth comparable to purgatory.

"The fire of Zoroastrianism leads to the truth and contains the great Dao."

In the endless sea of ​​fire, there were crowds of people. The disciples of the Zoroastrianism who were not afraid of the evil fire were born in the fire. They became the third wave of attack on Mingjiang Mansion. As long as they saw a stranger, no matter whether the other party was male or female, old or weak, or a woman or child, they would just kill them.
The Mingjiang Mansion disaster organized by Guaizi, Mo Tingsheng, and the three gods was much gentler than the Zoroastrian purgatory this time.
When the fire started,
The misty fog also began to rise.

Fog only ever spreads in cold and humid weather, but now Mingjiang Mansion is occupied by a sea of ​​fire.

There are scorching air waves everywhere in the city, how could there be fog?
But this layer of fog appeared out of nowhere, and it was so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of you...

……

"Zhexing, the old Taoist priest missed it once before, and today, he cannot make the same mistake again."

The incense-burning Taoist priest was above the sky, his eyes wide open with anger.

In the human world of Jingguo, there are constraints set by will, and the incense Taoist priests are not allowed to take action in the human world.
But this old Taoist priest cannot control the affairs of the human world, but he can take action to deal with the thick fog that Zhaxing has laid in the human world.

Zhaxing should have died two hundred years ago.

"I suddenly remembered that more than 200 years ago, when Zhaxing was executed, that was also the time when the great Huangyuan monster was causing trouble."

Taoist Xianghuo finally understood how Zha Xing escaped his wonderful Taoist magic - Zha Xing's brother "Qunxing" had a lion head. He had once killed a lion demon and thus possessed the law of stars.

Now that I think about it, the lion head was not obtained by the stars from killing the "lion demon", but was a "gift" from the Huangyuan demon.

"Nine old crows, search for me. Search all over the country of Jing. Find Zhaxing for me."

The Taoist priest swung out his whisk, and the nine old crows with cloud patterns on his robe came to life one after another, flapping their wings and flying away. With the speed of heaven and earth, they patrolled the Nine Palaces of the Well Country, the Spacetime Realm, the Human Realm, and the Time Realm.

"Nine eyes are patrolling, Zhaxing, I don't believe you can escape this time."

The Taoist priest closed his eyes and waited for the reply from the Nine Crow Ancestors.
The flames of the God's Fire flickered, and he heard the screams of the crowd, as if they were struggling in their hearts.

Finally, the fire died down.
The tiny fire awakened by Zhou Xuan finally took human form, a ragged beggar - his body was covered with sores, and pus containing bitterness flowed out.

He is the "God of Pain and Disaster", the embodiment of human suffering, disaster, and illness. His image is naturally not as magnificent as the "Hundred Aspects of Fate" of the Nuo God, nor as mysterious as the God of Dreams.

He is the "jinx" in the eyes of other gods.

"You jinx, who are you going to scare now that you have transformed into a human?"

"I'm not going to scare anyone. I want to stop this endless fire for the people of Mingjiang Prefecture."

"Are you so kind-hearted? If you really had such a kind heart, you would not have betrayed Nuo God on the ancient battlefield."

"That's all in the past! I'm different now... I'm still a person who cares about my reputation."

"Then why were you so shameless before?"

"That's because I haven't met that young man named Zhou before."

The God of Suffering turned his head and said, "You have to admit that after Zhou Xuan came to Mingjiang Mansion, a lot of things changed.
I am alive; you and he massacred the Buddhist Baoshan Temple with blood; the Gu Lao Society was inspired by him and also learned to protect Mingjiang Mansion;

The City God no longer colluded with the kidnapper and destroyed him himself.
The witch was no longer inactive. After the flood, she actively supervised the distribution of post-disaster donations.
The Tree Tribe finally stopped being dogs for the Buddhists and they regained the fighting spirit they had three hundred years ago.
Even the ambitious King Xishan stood on the side of the human race and did not help the Huangyuan monster and the Buddhist monk to stir up trouble, because he saw hope for the fox race in Zhou Xuan's words.

Zhou Xuan has brought hope, courage, and justice to Mingjiang Mansion. If I don't take action this time, how can I face him again? This young man is too tired, and I am willing to share some of the burden for him. "

The Taoist priest of Incense Fire naturally heard the words of the God of Suffering and agreed with them deeply. However, as a figure who has also continued from ancient times to the present day, he still wanted to remind the God of Suffering: "You are a jinx, I am afraid you will never come back after you leave."

Others did not know, but the Taoist priests knew that the fire of the God of Suffering could not be extinguished. If it was extinguished this time, it would be extinguished forever.

The God of Disaster will completely fall.

"What if you never come back?" the Taoist priest asked again.

"Then leave and never come back."

The words of the God of Suffering were as sonorous as iron. He looked down at the land of Mingjiang, which was shrouded in flames and thick fog, and sighed, "If I perish completely, I, the God of Heaven, will truly be scattered. So be it. I have occupied the aura of the God of Heaven for so many years. I have figured out that the aura should be shared with the young talents today.
They are the real protectors of the Well Country. Our eight gods who survived by various means have become misers of their breath. We may have forgotten that the gods were born to protect all living beings.

Taoist priest with a big nose, I will go first."

The figure of the God of Suffering disappeared.

Only the incense Taoist priest sighed: "Wulian Tianzun."

……

In Dongshi Street, Cuijie, Yun Ziliang, Zhao Wuya and a group of neighbors had no way to retreat. As the white fog grew, death was getting closer.

"What should I do? I'm going to be burned to death."

"If I had known, I would have eaten two more pounds of roast goose yesterday... and I would have eaten a full stomach today."

"I did a big deal yesterday, and my wife asked me to have a meal at the big restaurant in the East Market. I was reluctant to spend money, so I didn't go. If I had gone...my wife is a respectable person who has been to big restaurants before, so she wouldn't have gone to hell today and met a ghost on the same road, and she wouldn't be able to brag..."

The owner of a funeral clothing store whose wife had just been burned to death wiped his tears and said sadly.

"Stop crying, we all have to survive." Yun Ziliang suddenly became strong.

The catastrophe in Dongshi Street today reminded him of the "Night of Bloodbath at Hidden Dragon Mountain" three hundred years ago. That night, thousands of dragon-seeking Taoists sought his protection, but he failed to save any of them, and he himself became a half-human, half-ghost thing.
But at this moment, he suddenly seemed to have taken up his previous mission, and he stood up spontaneously and became the backbone.

"Listen to me, turn back."

Yun Ziliang said.

"Turn back, where to go back to?"

"Return to the old painting studio."

Yun Ziliang said: "There is a god who can save us."

“Who will save us?”

"Let's go first."

Yun Ziliang walked in the opposite direction of his escape. There was flames everywhere and there was no place to stay.

"The Great Heavenly Master Yun Ziliang of Canglong Mountain is willing to sacrifice his life to achieve the Great Dragon's Qi. He only asks the Great Dragon of Dongshi Street to protect the residents of Dongshi Street with his Dragon Qi and help them escape this disaster."

At this point, Yun Ziliang urged the now low incense sticks to perform the mysterious footwork of the "Gensorial School" - the dragon-like and tiger-like steps.

The incense was not enough, and every step was extremely strenuous, but it was also very skillful. In the endless sea of ​​fire, he managed to walk out of the fireless land.
With every step he took, his body became a little unsteady. He wanted to use his soul as fuel to carve out a way of survival for the residents of Dongshi Street.

"My soul is not strong enough. I will use 50% of my soul power to clear this road, and the other 50% will be dedicated to the dragon. I only ask him to protect the neighbors..."

While making a decision, Yun Ziliang recalled his past life.

Strangely enough,
It was clearly the hatred that was so great that Cang Shanlong was slaughtered in blood, but at the end of his life, he just couldn't remember it.
The scenes passing before his eyes were all the happy memories in the mahjong hall.

"Old Yang, even though you are the number one landlord in Dongshi Street and a wealthy man, you are just this in this mahjong hall..."

Yun Ziliang recalled the scene of "raising his little finger to mock Lao Yang", and also recalled Lao Yang, whose skull was burnt black as charcoal by the fire.

"Lao Xu, stop yelling. I know you need money to buy medicine for me, so I don't bother to win against you. Otherwise, I will bankrupt you."

"Haha."

In my memory, Lao Xu just smiled and didn't refute.

When Lao Xu was knocked to the ground by the fallen wood and could not move, he stretched out his hand to beg the passers-by in front of the mahjong hall: "Go to my house and save my mother. She is old and her eyes are blurry. She must still be listening to the radio at home..."

One card-playing friend after another makes up most of Yun Ziliang’s happy memories.

"Follow me... don't fall behind... I, Lao Yun, am very lucky."

As Yun Ziliang spoke, he used his agility to carve out a way out for the neighbors.

Finally, everyone arrived at the door of the old painting studio. The low building had been almost engulfed by the fire, and the newly landed meteor happened to hit the house. The fire suddenly swelled and rushed towards Yun Ziliang like a fire unicorn.

"I still haven't found my way out after all."

When the Fire Kirin was about to pounce on Yun Ziliang, suddenly, a golden dragon claw appeared from the ground and pressed the Fire Kirin to death.

The wind follows the tiger, the clouds follow the dragon,
A dark cloud with a radius of tens of meters gathered together. After lightning and thunder struck with the energy of a great dragon, bitter rain fell from the sky and extinguished the nearby fire.

"The dragon has appeared."

Yun Ziliang knew that in Dongshi Street, there was a huge dragon that suppressed the forbidden area "The Big Mother Star Pit". The scale of this dragon was comparable to that of the Ancestral Dragon.

But it is not the ancestor dragon after all, and its temperament is extremely ferocious, so Yun Ziliang uses the method of "becoming the spirit of a big dragon" to ask it to take action.

The Old Painting Studio is the place closest to Zulong.

"Grandmaster..."

Different from the neighbors around him who were celebrating their survival, Zhao Wuya was very depressed. He knew what it meant to "become the spirit of the dragon."

The Dragon Seeking and Sensing School hides the dragon within the body - hides the subdued dragon within the body.

The dragon is the way the Induction School fights its enemies, but at the same time, if the Taoist priests of the Induction School fail to subdue the dragon, they will be swallowed by the dragon and become a part of the dragon's breath.

The price Yun Ziliang paid for asking the "big dragon to help" was to voluntarily sacrifice his own soul and become the big dragon's food.

He also realized this, turned around and said to Zhao Wuya: "Don't cry, we Taoists are born to find dragons and use the dragon's energy to sweep across the world. If we die, dying under a big dragon is also a blessing, it is the return of destiny.

The death of your great-grandfather this time is a happy funeral for your mother, so please smile to me."

Zhao Wuya couldn't laugh.
Yun Ziliang was already kneeling on one knee, waiting for Dalong to take his life.

A golden dragon scale claw touched Yun Ziliang's forehead.

Yun Ziliang accepted his fate calmly, but at the same time he did not forget to instruct Zhao Wuya: "My little disciple, remember to stay alive. Xuanzi's dragon-seeking incense has not yet been completed. You must help him in the future... Dragon God is above, please take my soul as you wish. I only hope that this ball of rain can survive this unprovoked fire and keep everyone alive."

The golden claw reached forward again, and when it had reached half an inch, it was retracted. After a giant dragon roar, a dull human voice was heard from the dark clouds - Yun Ziliang, you are the real dragon-hunting master.

As soon as these words were spoken, the golden dragon disappeared without a trace, and only the cloud and rain remained, protecting everyone.

"Grandpa Master, Dalong didn't take your life... Dalong let you live."

Zhao Wuya said happily.

"This... this is not a vicious dragon... it already has the spirit of an ancestral dragon."

At this moment, Yun Ziliang and Dalong from Dongshi Street felt a sense of mutual respect for each other.

His mood also became more cheerful. He turned around and said to the neighbors, "With Zulong's protection, we can all be fine... What did I usually say... Luck is fixed. I lose a little more at the poker table, and when the critical moment comes, I will have more luck and can save my life.
I lost so much money, but the luck I saved saved hundreds of lives in Dongshi Street. After this is over, I won’t save my luck anymore. I will win a few games at the poker table… a few…”

Yun Ziliang couldn't continue speaking anymore, he wiped away his tears with his sleeves.

Since the card-playing friends are gone, how can we talk about winning or losing?

“If East Market Zulong had taken action earlier, perhaps more people would have survived in East Market Street.” Zhao Wuya lamented.

Yun Ziliang shook his head.

The ancestor dragon of Dongshi Street wanted to suppress the "Big Mother Star Pit", but now he has freed up his strength to save the last hundred people. He is already at the end of his strength.

"Mingjiang Mansion was engulfed in flames, and I don't know how Xuanzi...is doing..."

What Yun Ziliang was most concerned about at this moment was Zhou Xuan, who was in the Gangfeng Cave and facing the greatest danger.

At this moment, a light came from afar.

Cui Jie, who had transformed into a human form, looked at the light and said to Yun Ziliang, "Old Yun, look... that... that looks like a lotus."

"I heard that the lotus belongs to the Bodhisattva. Could it be that the Bodhisattva has come to save us as well?"

The lotus just floated over and landed in front of Zhao Wuya.

Yun Ziliang was stunned. He felt the rich and rich Buddha's energy in the lotus.

There is not a single impurity in the Buddha's aura, it is pure and graceful.

Zhao Wuya held the lotus in his hand, and a mirror wider than the wall appeared in front of him.

In the mirror, there is a young monk.

The monk looked almost exactly like Zhao Wuya.

"I disperse all my Buddha energy and transform it into the breeze, spring rain, thunder, mountains, streams, cliffs and rocks... and other twenty-one Zen methods... Master Wuya, since you see me in the mirror, how can you not know that I am the person in your mirror?"

"You are the person in my mirror? Who are you?"

"Under the Bodhi tree, I realized the truth in seven days. Only then did I know that all the phenomena in the world are empty and clear. The Buddhists in the Snow Mountain all call me the World Honored One, but I am just a little monk under the Bodhi tree in the Snow Mountain."

"Ancient Buddha!"

Yun Ziliang suddenly came to his senses.

The ancient Buddha descended upon the Lunzhuan Snow Mountain, and the eminent monks in the Lunzhuan Temple began to spread the story that the ancient Buddha attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree in seven days.

"I understand."

Yun Ziliang suddenly remembered the four great monks who sought the waves, and made the "initiation meditation hand seal" towards Zhao Wuya. Zhou Xuan speculated through the reaction of the blood well that Zhao Wuya was most likely the twenty-first Zen master under the ancient Buddha.

The person in Zhao Wuya's mirror was actually the Ancient Buddha of Snow Mountain, one of the Four Great Celestial Lords.

"I understand, I understand. The twenty-one meditations combined together form the Ancient Buddha. When the Ancient Buddha faced decline, he distributed his Buddha energy to the twenty-one meditations."

"Disciple, you are indeed right. You have a great affinity with Buddha. You are the Great Heavenly Master Xunlong of Canglong Mountain and have met the Great Zen Master Wuya of the Twenty-One Zen."

Yun Ziliang made a Taoist hand seal and saluted towards Zhao Wuya.

Zhao Wuya smiled innocently and said, "Grandmaster, I am a Taoist priest..."

He changed the subject and added: "However, I am a monk today."

Zhao Wuya raised the lotus, and the ancient Buddha in the mirror also held a lotus in his hand.

The two lotus flowers attracted each other and slowly floated down to the mirror. When they merged into one, there was a crisp sound of the mirror breaking.

Zhao Wuya changed his appearance - his face and figure were still the same, but he was wearing a mountain green cassock and chanting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

In his hand, he held a piece of "cliff stone". The stone was ordinary, and the surface was covered with moss. He rolled up his sleeves, and the fire in the East Market Street turned into moss full of vitality.

"Master Yun, Master Zhou is in trouble. I will go first."

After he finished speaking, the moss on the cliff in Zhao Wuya's hand began to shine, and his figure disappeared.

Yun Ziliang said with a hint of pride: "My disciple is actually the Zen Master Wuya, a part of the ancient Buddha. I have said it before, if you have enough luck, it will be useful...useful..."

……

Inside the Gangfeng Cave,

The cliff monk waited for a long time and asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Zhou, have your helpers arrived?"

"He's coming, I feel it, he's coming."

Zhou Xuan closed his eyes, and could already smell the fragrance of moss and a strong scent of Buddhism.

"Twenty-one Zen, Master Wuya, with the orthodox Buddhist teachings of the Well Country, played a game of hands with the eminent monks of the Cliff Country of the Buddha."

Zhao Wuya, holding the cliff stone, appeared in front of the Holy Buddha chessboard...

(End of this chapter)