Day and night tour

Chapter 70 Killing the Dog

Zhou Xuan carried Zhu Tingsheng, whose leg was broken, and walked into the night with Yuan Buyu.

He was not worried that the treasures left by the yellow fox on the table would be stolen. With his sister helping him to clean up, who would dare to take them?

"Xuan Zi, use your perception. This kid with a broken leg has to be wrapped in dog skin every day. No matter where he goes, there is the smell of dog skin and blood. Others can hardly sense it, but you can."

Zhou Xuan closed his eyes and released his senses. A faint fishy smell was accurately captured by his nose.

"Just keep going forward." Zhou Xuan pointed at the road.

The road was long, Zhou Xuan asked Yuan Buyu: "Is the skill of the kidnapped dog king in raising dogs different from that of the dogs raised by our Zhou family?"

“Very different!”

Yuan Buyu said: "There are many people in Pingshui Prefecture who keep dogs, but they all keep wandering ghosts. The Zhou family has an ancestral tree. Although the tree has been sleeping, it is the best habitat for the ghosts. It nourishes their souls and prevents them from dispersing.

But the Dog King Liao Zhongsheng used evil magic. There were many mass graves on the hills outside Taiping Prefecture. People were buried randomly and their bodies would be taken away and eaten by wild dogs within a few days.

If a dog eats too much dead human flesh, it will become evil and can turn into a monster. Liao Zhongsheng would catch these dogs all day, grind them up, mix them with boys' blood, bone powder, and herbs, and chant evil spells every day.

After raising it for ten years or so, a black dog skin will grow out of the blood."

"What's the use of this dog skin?"

Zhou Xuan felt it was cruel to hear that such a huge price was spent just to raise a dog skin.

"Don't look down on this dog skin. It has a sinister effect. If a person is seriously ill and can't be cured, he can put on the dog skin and he will become a living dead with intelligence. However... he needs to keep wearing the skin. If he takes it off, within a day, all the flesh and blood will fall off his body and he will die quickly."

Yuan Buyu said: "Moreover, when wearing skins, people will really turn into dogs. How can Liao Zhongsheng control the two dogs under his command? During the day, the dogs are peeled off their skins and sent out to work. When they return home after a day's work, the dogs will lose most of their flesh and blood because they have no skins to sustain their lives, and they will be on the verge of death.

At this time, Liao Zhongsheng put the dog skin back on the dog, and the dog instantly came alive.

Death and rebirth, over and over again, the person who keeps the dog, even if he has a thousand kinds of ambitions, will be worn down by them.

The fortune teller of Three Incense Sticks already had good fighting power. With the help of his skills in the hall, he might not lose to Liao Zhongsheng in a duel. But who told him to be caught in the weakness by the Dog King?

The spirit of the Xuan Sect is ultimately no match for a piece of dog skin."

"Old Yuan, it's time to turn left."

"it is good!"

……

The master and his disciple turned into Baihualing Hutong.

Zhou Xuan talked about the yellow-skinned man: "That yellow-skinned man was quite generous."

"There are two kinds of spirits who love to enter the secular world. One is Wong Tai Sin, and the other is Fox Fairy.

Fox fairies are greedy for love, and always leave romantic stories with scholars. Wong Tai Sin loves the pomp and circumstance of the human world, and likes to be an official or a businessman. They have their own way of making money. However, the group of Wong Tai Sin who are listening to the story today are neither officials nor businessmen, they are monks. "

"Forehead……"

"The storytelling fees you received were all from the nobles of Pingshui Prefecture, who offered incense to Lady Lotus. In fact, this group of yellow-skinned people really did a lot for the common people... Many people starved to death during the famine in the past hundred years, but if it weren't for them, even more people would have starved to death."

"Is he really a good monk? He doesn't fit my stereotype of monsters." Zhou Xuan said.

"There used to be a group of bad monks in the Lotus Temple, but they were slaughtered by this group of yellow-skinned people! The Buddha nature of the Lotus Lady is very deep. You can gain some Buddha nature from her by reading books to her."

At this point, Yuan Buyu sighed and said, "Some storytellers may not encounter such an opportunity once in their lifetime. I envy them."

Zhou Xuan made up his mind that he would take time to prepare well for this trip to lecture Lady Lianhua, as the opportunity sounded quite good.

Even though he could make money, accumulate incense and gain Buddha nature, he would never take such a lavish deal.

……

The deeper you go into Baihualing Hutong, the stronger the fishy smell becomes.

When the concentration reaches a certain point, Zhou Xuan can even directly locate the source of the smell by taste.

"That two-story house is where the dog skin is."

"Yeah." Yuan Buyu looked back at Zhu Tingsheng, who was losing blood and almost fainting, and said, "This man is useless."

"okay."

Zhou Xuan put Zhu Tingsheng down, stabbed him in the neck, and then dragged the body into the grass by the roadside.

"You have really dark hands, kid."

After Yuan Buyu finished sighing, he said to Zhou Xuan: "Xuan boy, you send out your perception outside the door. As a master, I will give you an example so that you know how to deal with the halls that restrain us."

"Let me tell you something first. The fortune teller's "money fortune telling" is very fast, but his fortune telling is targeted. When he sees you, he will tell you that you are a storyteller.
Then he just needs to keep using the money hexagram to deduce when there will be a sound of wood ringing around him, and take precautions in advance, and you will be unable to do anything to him.
Remember, he is predicting the sound of the wood, not predicting when you will hit the wood to wake up. There is a difference between the two. Fortune-telling is not omnipotent. Only gods can predict everything. "

Zhou Xuan suddenly realized, "Oh, if I use a sound that is very similar to the sound of wood, I can interfere with his fortune-telling, like this..."

He picked up a small stone and threw it at a tree trunk not far away, making a "pop" sound.

If he were to face a fortune teller, he would first create this kind of false sound to make the other person think he was dreaming. He would then cut his palms and use the pain to resist the dream. Then, taking this opportunity, he would really strike the wake-up stick. The other person would not be able to guard against it and would be pulled into the dream.

"You were born to do our job. You can understand it right away. The real way for storytellers to fight against the enemy is timing! And the layout can make the battle against the enemy all our opportunities. Watch out."

Yuan Buyu took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. He picked up a branch as thick as a finger and used it as a crutch. Like a blind man, he tilted the crutch at an angle, swept it in a fan shape forward, and slowly walked into the beggar's house.

……

"Isn't it time for the released dog to come back?" Liao Zhongsheng and his two disciples were eating dog meat hotpot, while Yang Moxiang on the ground was gnawing on a meat bone with his front paws.

Squeak!

The door opened,
Liao Zhongsheng turned around suddenly, only to find that the person coming in was not a dog, but a blind man.

Yuan Buyu put one hand in his pocket and held his cane in the other, and said softly, "There are mahjong sounds, it seems I've found the right place!"

"Snapped"

His middle finger tapped the wake-up stick lightly, making a very subtle sound of wood ringing.

"Where did this old blind man come from? There is no one playing mahjong here?" After Liao Zhongsheng cursed, he really heard someone playing mahjong.

"Eighty thousand!"

"Yaoji!"

Liao Zhongsheng felt like he had seen a ghost. His second-floor building had its own door and no card table, but someone was playing mahjong! ?

"The carpenter is building a cabinet, bang bang bang, it's this place, I'm blind and I'm not mistaken."

Yuan Buyu smiled again and tapped the wake-up stick lightly with his middle finger.

"Snap", there was another subtle wooden sound.

Liao Zhongsheng was furious. He slammed the table, grabbed the bowl, and threw it at Yuan Buyu, commanding his subordinates: "Damn it, who is this blind guy talking nonsense here? Kill him!"

Yuan Buyu casually grabbed the flying bowl and threw it on the ground. He took off his sunglasses elegantly and said with a smile: "I am not blind, I am a cook. I heard there are dogs here, come and kill a few!"

"Kill the dog? I'm afraid you have the ability to come but not the ability to leave."

Liao Zhongsheng shouted in the direction of Yang Moxiang: "Release the dogs!"

The dog skin on Yang Moxiang's body flew off, and he slowly stood up with three copper coins in his hand.

He threw the coin up, and when it fell back into his hand, he looked at the hexagram and said with a smile, "So you are a storyteller. May I ask what is the relationship between the old man and Zhou Xuan?"

The storyteller was a big gang and there were many storytellers in Taiping Prefecture, but he suddenly came to cause trouble for the kidnapper, and Zhou Xuan was also a storyteller.

Yang Moxiang couldn't help but suspect that the storyteller in front of him had some relationship with Zhou Xuan.

"Oh, he is my apprentice, I am here to vent his anger." Yuan Buyu answered straightforwardly.

"Are you the deity of the Zhou family?" Yang Moxiang's voice trembled a little. He had heard that the deity of the Zhou family was of a very high level.

But he is not without chance!

Yang Moxiang has dealt with many storytellers. As far as the methods used by the hall are concerned, fortune tellers are extremely restrained against storytellers. Even if the other party has a high level of incense, as long as he cannot produce dreams, subsequent tricks will be of almost no use.

He was a scheming man with a quick mind, and he secretly pointed at Liao Zhongsheng's ear.

Liao Zhongcheng made his intention clear. He first blocked his ears to avoid the sound of the wood. When Yang Moxiang broke his dream, they would either run away directly...

The ideas have been clearly communicated. Liao Zhongsheng put two fingers into his ears, and the other two crutches followed suit.

Yuan Buyu pulled a stool and sat down without looking at Yang Moxiang, saying, "If you can predict when I will strike the wood, I lose!"

"hehe."

Yang Moxiang walked around Yuan Buyu, holding three copper coins in her right hand.

call!
The copper coin has changed.
The long snake shape turned into a "品" shape.

Yang Moxiang didn't think twice, grabbed the coin, and cut a bloody mark on his palm.

As the bloodstain appeared, Yang Moxiang heard a "pop" sound in his ears, and then another voice came in - "Six barrels!"

“Who’s playing mahjong?”

Yang Moxiang's copper coins were calculated to be the sound of wooden clinking, but it turned out to be the sound of mahjong tiles being smashed.

He was not discouraged, and continued to count with the copper coins.
The coin changed again, the "品" shape turned into a "一" shape. He grabbed the coin and scratched his palm again.

"Snapped",
This sound is not the sound of a wake-up stick, but the sound of hitting furniture. The two sounds are very similar.

"Damn carpenter!"

Yang Moxiang's mentality was already somewhat broken. This two-story building was obviously uninhabited. Where did the mahjong and carpenter come from?

He stared at the coin intently.
The copper coin changed, and the paddle was… "Red center!"

The copper coin changed again, and the hand was paddled... "It's a hit!"

The copper coins kept changing, and they were rowed seven times in a row... "Pa la pa la", the sound of shuffling cards was endless!
Yang Moxiang was tortured to the point of confusion, crying and holding her head.

"I can't tell the difference. I can't tell the difference at all!"

His hands were covered with dozens of bloody marks from his own scratches.

When he counted his copper coins, all he could hear were the sounds of carpenters hammering furniture and mahjong tiles being shuffled.

And Yuan Buyu just watched quietly, with his hands on his knees, not moving at all...

(End of this chapter)