Day and night tour

Chapter 36 Blood Well

"Feet, walking? Does that mean the White Walkers have to rely on big-bellied monks to wander around the world? Since the White Walkers are on par with the gods, why do they still need humans as feet?"

Yuan Buyu nodded very solemnly and said, “Yes, White Walkers are like humans, they also have a babbling period. Newly born White Walkers have their own innate magic, but they are too weak. They need someone to feed and protect them, and then they can grow up slowly.

When the White Walker grows up, he may not be satisfied with the walk he chose for the first time, and will choose a new walk. "

Zhou Xuan understood that the pair of red eyes he saw in the memory of the blood sacrifice in the underground temple, looking at the villagers in the mountains and forests, were not the eyes of the big-bellied monk, but those of a White Walker.

"Each White Walker has a different diet. The one in the Big Belly Monk's body likes to absorb human spirituality. So, the Big Belly Monk pretends to be a Buddha to attract audiences and secretly selects some spiritual children to eat. This is the truth about the underground temple back then."

Echoed,

The story of the big-bellied monk told by Yuan Buyu echoed the five pictures of the blood sacrifice in the underground temple that Zhou Xuan saw.

Many doubts were solved, and Zhou Xuan felt an indescribable sense of relief.

He continued to ask: "What happened next?"

"What happened next?"

"Where is the Big Belly Monk? Have the White Walkers in the Corridor River grown up?"

In Zhou Xuan's eyes now, Yuan Buyu is like GPT4. He can answer any question, so he might as well ask all the questions in his mind at once.

Yuan Buyu clenched his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "I think you are making things difficult for me. I am a storyteller, not a deity!"

"Then let me change the question. You said there is a stone talisman behind the giant Buddha in Huilanghedi Temple. What is the origin of the stone talisman?" Zhou Xuan asked.

Picking up the newspaper again, Yuan Buyu pointed at the news photos and said, "Do you see the human skulls all over the ground?"

"I saw it."

"These are the remains from the blood sacrifice at the temple. Oh, the scene back then was horrific. Hundreds of people from Huilanghe Village walked into the belly of the Buddha with human heads in their hands.

Why did they go inside? Because they were bewitched by the stone talisman and their minds were controlled by the White Walkers.

As for the stone talisman, it was of the Taoist peach blossom talisman style, but the runes used for writing it came from the writing of the White Walkers.

The words of the White Walkers carry their own unique insights and are extremely useful. Every time a new White Walker appears, before the words it uses are deciphered, once a yin and yang person is caught in the trap of the White Walker runes, it is difficult for them to find a way to stop it, even if the White Walker is still very weak. "

"Can anyone decipher the writing of the White Walkers?"

"Of course, there is a hall in Mingjiang Prefecture that specializes in deciphering the White Walker script. However, in recent years, new White Walkers have appeared too rarely, and the hall has no business to do, and has even lost its livelihood. It was disbanded a long time ago. All the disciples who had worshipped in the hall have now dispersed among the people. If we want to decipher the White Walker script again, we need to find those disciples among the people."

Yuan Buyu added: "The writing of this White Walker in the Corridor River was deciphered ten years after the blood sacrifice in the underground temple. A god figured out how to decipher the talisman, so he rushed to the Corridor River overnight and carved a meditation talisman on the blank space of the stone talisman, which became a talisman within a talisman, rendering the White Walker's stone talisman ineffective."

Oh?
"Really? If it doesn't work, then why did my... um... one of my buddies get bewitched by the giant Buddha when we were digging the underground temple this afternoon?"

Zhou Xuan almost told the truth.

"You must have accidentally destroyed the restraining function of the Calming Talisman on the stone talisman, which made the White Walker Talisman effective again."

"Will peeing break the ban?" Zhou Xuan remembered that Tongdouzi seemed to be peeing on the back of the Buddha.

"Of course you can. It's an filthy thing, but its effectiveness is limited. It can break the Taoist talisman, but it can't break the evil ghost talisman."

Therefore, the copper bean's urine broke the meditation talisman, and the stone talisman of the strange ghost that was no longer suppressed became effective.

"Then the question arises again, why did the White Walker Talisman only bewitched me...my buddy, while the rest of the people were fine?"

"That's because you have become psychic and entered the stage of lighting incense." Yuan Buyu pointed it out directly.

Zhou Xuan was still thinking of making up a story: "It's not me, it's my buddy..."

"Don't hide it, there's snow in your eyes!"

Zhou Xuan: “…”

So the matter of spiritualism cannot be hidden at all?

"Only those who know the business can see it. Those who don't will just think you have nice eyes."

Yuan Buyu smiled and said, "The talisman on the Buddha's back is very old after all, and it is suppressed day and night by the Meditation Talisman. Now that it has taken effect again, its power is far less than before. Because the talisman power is not enough, normal people have dull spiritual perception and cannot sense the talisman power. Psychics have sharp perception and will be confused by the talisman instead."

Sometimes, being slow is a good thing!
"You are a psychic, which is a good thing. It means you can become a member of the psychic sect. But please note that people only have one chance to become psychic and enlightened in their lifetime, and the time for psychic enlightenment is also limited, ranging from one month to three months. If you miss this period of time and still haven't become a member of the psychic sect, you will never be able to communicate with spirits again and will be just like everyone else."

Yuan Buyu almost mentioned "join my storyteller's guild", but Zhou Xuan was not interested in joining the guild at this time. He was more concerned about his health and said, "Let's not talk about joining the guild for now. My eyes have been hurting more and more since I started communicating with spirits. Is there any explanation for this?" "God can't give you things for free. The side effect of communicating with spirits is physical pain. It's unavoidable to feel pain wherever you communicate with spirits. Isn't it painful? Just bear with it."

"Can you make it through?"

"Well, usually it's possible." Yuan Buyu chose his words very carefully.

"What about unusual situations?"

“Of course there are people who die from the pain.”

“……”Zhou Xuan.

Well, let’s just hold on for now. At least for now, it’s not too serious.

"It's time to discuss the dishes for the dinner tonight."

Old man Yuan stopped chatting and started studying the recipe instead of studying the White Walkers.

……

Zhou Xuan was worried about his eyes and was not in a good mood. He found ten Huaiyang dishes from his memory and explained to Old Man Yuan the key points of cooking these dishes. When it was time for lunch, he ate a few bites and drank a few glasses of beer, then went back to his room to rest his eyes.

"Oh, my eyes..."

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect. I didn’t feel anything in the kitchen just now, but now Zhou Xuan just feels like a needle is stuck in his eyes. It hurts so much, and he can’t stand the wind. Tears come out when it blows.

"Old man Yuan asked me to endure it, but can I endure it? Don't let me go blind from enduring it."

He lay down on the bed, closed his tired and sore eyes, did a set of eye exercises, and then fell into a deep sleep under the influence of alcohol.

When you wake up,

Zhou Xuan felt his eyes were much better. He took a look in the mirror and found that the swelling was still there.

"It's still so swollen... eh..."

"Is it snowing again?"

Zhou Xuan saw the temple in the snow again.

However, unlike the last time, the temple door was not closed this time.

Gate,
Opened,
Inside the temple gate, there is not a treasure hall, nor a Buddha statue, nor a portrait of the Taoist founder, but a well.

The mouth of the well was covered in blood. The snow in the sky had only floated half a meter above the mouth of the well when it was dyed red by the blood in the well.

……

Zhou Xuan was a little confused about what this blood well represented, so he went to the kitchen, but Yuan Buyu was not there.

He went to Yuan Buyu's dormitory again.

The dormitory door was not closed. Yuan Buyu was lying on the bamboo bed in the corner, facing the wall, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.

"Old man Yuan... Old man Yuan..."

"Are you not going to take care of your eyes?"

Yuan Buyu replied lazily without even opening his eyes.

"The gate of the Snow Temple in my eyes has opened."

"What did you see? Was it Buddhism, Taoism, or a witch performing a shaman dance?"

"Neither, it's a well!"

"what?"

Yuan Buyu sat up suddenly, without even putting on slippers, and walked barefoot to Zhou Xuan. He opened his eyelids, took a closer look, and was stunned on the spot.

"It's really the Blood Well?"

(End of this chapter)