Day and night tour

Chapter 47: The Old Temple Parade
"Zhou Lingyi, your brother just left and you're here again, talking nonsense, what are the ten fingers, calling Buddha Mother."

Mr. Dai pointed at Zhou Lingyi with a stern tone, as if he was scolding a servant.

He knew Zhou Lingyi, and he also knew that this young woman was no ordinary person. She was a worshipper of the temple. He wasn't sure about her level of worship, but it was definitely higher than his.

But a high popularity doesn’t mean it’s scary!
He was not afraid of Zhou Lingyi at all. In his opinion, the oppressive feeling brought by this dignified woman was not even as strong as that brought by the cunning Zhou Xuan.

It’s because Zhou Lingyi is the helmsman of the Zhou family class, and Zhou Xuan is a young boss who only cares about eating, drinking and having fun.

Mr. Dai has seen many large groups of people from all walks of life in Pingshui Prefecture. The bigger the group, the harder it is for the owner.

Hundreds of people have to follow the boss for food and clothing, the boss has to make decisions on big business, and he has to be on guard against his subordinates making small moves at all times, which makes him exhausted every day...

The harder you work, the bigger your business will be, and the greater the responsibility you will have.

The heavy burden always makes the boss anxious, such as business stagnation, insufficient funds, and a large number of talents leaving the team...

To put it bluntly, it's all about money.
Mr. Dai thinks he is not smart enough and has no special talent in incense, but he has a lot of money!

How many wealthy families in Pingshui Prefecture dare to boast: "I can row a boat in my yard?"

Money is Mr. Dai's biggest reliance when facing Zhou Lingyi.

He is always willing to tell people a truth -

——The underworld and the business world are two different kinds of people. If you use the "fighting in the underworld" to understand "the ups and downs in the business world", the level of incense and worship becomes the only annotation, but it is actually far away from the truth. However, you don’t know that sometimes, half a gold bar can make a hero kneel down.

Mr. Dai has used money to control many famous people and shady people.
Today, he still thinks he can control Zhou Lingyi with money.
Money,

These are the shortcomings of those gods and sinister people who have expanded their teams!

"Zhou Lingyi, I don't have much dealings with your Zhou Clan, but I can see that the Zhou Clan's masters' salaries are 20% higher than their counterparts outside, and their work isn't that hard.

The masters were satisfied, but the Zhou family was probably short of money. It was estimated that they would not be able to survive for more than three to five years. The Zhou family's thousand-year-old brand would be on the verge of collapse.

three times!
Give me three months and I will triple the profits of your Zhou family!
This is just the initial stage of cooperation.

The Buddha Mother is very weak at the moment. You, who have worshipped at the temple, naturally know this. If you are willing to protect the Buddha Mother, the Zhou family will take 30% of my future business. If you are not satisfied, the price can be negotiated..."

Mr. Dai made a "three" gesture with his right hand and talked incessantly about his plan.

Suddenly, Zhou Lingyi's jade-like ring finger gently moved inside her sleeve, and a bright red flower blossomed on Dai Gentleman's neck.

After the flowers bloomed, Mr. Dai's eyes no longer had the lively feeling of a living person's eyes. His body was as stiff as a sculpture, and the middle and index fingers of his right hand were still maintaining the "three" gesture.

Dai Siming never expected that Zhou Lingyi was so terrifying. She was so terrifying that when she thought she had her under control, she would move swiftly and seal her throat with one finger...

The person in charge died, and the six corpses were terrified, and they all lay on the ground trembling.

The incense offerings of these six corpses were quite high during their lifetime.

The six people were fellow apprentices. Each of them lit three incense sticks. Two of them could even faintly see the faint green smoke from the fourth incense stick.

Their sect follows the spiritual lineage. Although their perception is not as strong as that of the Blood Well spiritualist, they also have their own unique features.

However, most of the spiritual sects have a disordered inheritance, the incense is not very authentic, and the old god cannot be found. Even if the fourth incense stick is lit, it will not be of much benefit to the improvement of the means and Taoism.

But even with three incense sticks and the combined efforts of six people, it is not something that an ordinary master can easily deal with.

Mr. Dai was able to kill the six of them because "money talks", and he also used his position in the "Kuaizhe" gang to invite Yan Zhongdao...

The six corpses that died at Yan Zhongdao's hands clearly sensed the other party's incense level, but they could not sense Zhou Lingyi's incense level.

Being unable to sense it means that the other person’s level is much higher than one’s own. How high is Zhou Lingyi’s level?

Liu Shi couldn’t figure it out!

What made the six corpses even more confused was that in the Quiet Hall, they had seen Zhou Lingyi use the red thread to control the Nuo mask of the ancestors. That move seemed very ordinary to them.

How could Zhou Lingyi, who was so weak, have such a high level of incense!

“Let…let go…”

At this time, the six corpses did not dare to face Zhou Lingyi directly, nor did they want their beliefs to die, so they could only make vague mumbling sounds to beg for mercy.

He lightly hooked his little finger again, and the blood line between Liu Shi's eyebrows separated from his skin.

Then the red line flew to an inch in front of the six corpses' faces, with the end of the line pointing at their noses and suspended in mid-air, waiting for Zhou Lingyi's instructions.

The six corpses sensed the danger coming and turned towards Zhou Lingyi.

Zhou Lingyi's eyes were extremely cold, and he showed no pity for the six people. He lightly waved his right palm, with his palm facing the sky.

The blood line received the order and pierced into the six corpses' eyebrows like a needle.
Six blood flowers bloomed neatly.
After a line of blood flew out from behind Liu Shi's head, it gently fell onto Zhou Lingyi's raised palm.

"call."

Zhou Lingyi blew the blood line into the air and looked up with a smile.

She looked particularly beautiful today, wearing a sapphire blue gown with the hems reaching down to her knees.

The long gown was trimmed with eighteen top-grade ribbons, with peony-shaped flower decorations, the collar was delicately curled, and the hair was painted with ice musk oil, which was produced by Liu's powder shop in Pingshui Prefecture.

Dressed in this gorgeous outfit, she doesn't look like she is killing anyone, but rather like a lady from a noble family enjoying a spring outing and appreciating the flowers.

The flying blood lines, perhaps in her eyes, were nothing more than red catkins and bloody dandelions.

The more casual and relaxed Zhou Lingyi is, the greater the pressure from the White Walker lurking in Mr. Dai's body.

The White Walkers were unable to sense Zhou Lingyi's level.

It even felt that the woman in front of it with blood blowing was just an ordinary person, no different from the women who bought cloth in East Street or rouge and powder in West Market.

But she was so terrifying that she killed everyone in the room so quickly that I couldn't even blink.

Even more terrifying is,
She also knows her name - Ten Fingers!
Ten fingers could no longer hold back and asked, "Who are you? A Yin person? A god? What level of incense is yours?"

"Levels? Incense?"

After Zhou Lingyi blew away the last streak of blood, she walked to Mr. Dai's body, squatted down, and dipped her middle finger in the blood on his neck.

She was disgusted to have other people's blood on her fingers, but the old master had his own style and she tried to respect it.

Zhou Lingyi stood up again and painted in the air with his blood-stained fingers, as if there was an invisible canvas in front of him.

The blood left traces on the transparent canvas, first a bamboo roof, then a house body made of bamboos, and finally four pillars under the main body of the house. A simple sketch of a stilt house was completed.

Such a simple painting can stir the tense nerves of my ten fingers.

It changed its lazy voice and involuntarily used its true voice - the tone had both the strength of a man and the softness of a woman.

It was as if a man and a woman were forced to say the same sentence, with every word exactly the same.

"Old Master? The Night Walker from Old Master? Are you Zhenshan, Pingxiang, or Patrolman?"

Unlike the panic of ten fingers,

Zhou Lingyi smiled gently and stroked the stick drawing lightly. The lines in the drawing looked like fine red sand, falling to the ground with a rustling sound.

"Pingshui Prefecture, patrolling the night gods, Zhou Lingyi, hunts the Ten Fingers in the name of the Wushen Temple."

(End of this chapter)