Day and night tour

Chapter 82 Lord Buddha
At 4:30 in the morning, the sky was foggy and there was no light at all, but the Zhou family troupe was bustling with activity.

Today the team has three big jobs to do, three main performances and three plays, and the entire troupe is mobilized.

Most of the masters in the team got up early and worked hard.

Even the old horse who was burning the boiler was urged to work.

"Old Ma, don't sleep any more, hurry up and light up the stove. There are so many people waiting for hot water."

Old Ma lifted the blanket, took a shovel, and shoveled coal into the stove. The fire quickly grew.

The more coal is burned, the more coal ash is produced. In addition, he fell asleep last night and forgot to clean up the coal ash, and now it is almost blocking the furnace door.

He shoveled the coal ash into a cart and ran out the gate.

The shadow that had been lurking on the wall caught up with Lao Ma.

……

Shortly after Lao Ma left, the chicken boy from the water room carried a basin into the boiler room, then walked into Lao Ma's wooden niche room as if he knew the place well, picked up the tablet, turned it over, and there was a new crack on it, in the shape of a wave.

This is the code word between Ji Wa and Lao Ma. The wavy cracks mean being watched.

Last night, Lao Ma said he was repairing the tablet, but in fact, he saw the Zhou siblings from afar and realized that he might be being targeted, so he left a secret signal on the tablet.

Jiwa put the tablet back to its original place, took the basin to the bathhouse, and after returning to the dormitory, he took advantage of the crowds at the gate, went to the street, walked two hundred meters west, and entered the "Houshan Lane".

At the end of Houshan Lane is really Houshan. This mountain is the favorite cemetery mountain for the surrounding residents. When someone dies in the family, the coffin is sent to the mountain and buried.

When you first enter the mountain, you can see many grave mounds, but the deeper you go, the fewer grave mounds there are. No one buries coffins on the top of the mountain. Most people bury coffins based on the principle of proximity, digging holes and building graves wherever there is space. This saves a lot of effort when sweeping the graves and offering sacrifices every year.

Feng Shui is the way of choosing a treasure spot, and that is something that only rich people care about. The people living around here cannot afford such a fuss.

After climbing over two hills on the back mountain, it was a completely barren hill. Jiwa picked up a wooden stick, swept it in front of him, clearing away the annoying thorns, and gradually walked into a small path.

After walking through the path, you will arrive at a bamboo forest.

There is an open space in front of the bamboo forest, and on the ground, there is a well.

The well was filled with thick blood, and there was a thick layer of oil floating on the surface - corpse oil.

Ji Wa walked to the well and knelt on his knees. After three or four big bubbles appeared in the blood in the well, a hoarse voice was heard.

"why you?"

"Master Buddha, Lao Ma is being watched."

"Besides Lao Ma, who else is being targeted?" asked the voice in the well.

"I don't know. There's no news."

"He is being targeted, so let him be targeted. Old Ma, you, and Old Tian are all ordinary people. Zhou Lingyi can't find anything from you!
Find a chance to send a letter to the Xizi branch, asking them to act quickly. That thing won't show up until Zhou Xuan is dead!"

"Yes!"

After the chicken boy kowtowed three times towards the well, he asked, "Master Buddha, would you like to have a meal?"

"It's almost dawn, you can't eat. As usual, you come at 2 a.m. The supervision of the Parade God Department at that time is the weakest."

"Then I'll take my leave first."

After the chicken baby kowtowed three more times, it returned the same way.

……

By six o'clock, the Zhou family had almost finished their preparations. Ox carts, horse carts, and rickshaws were constantly carrying people.

Yu Zhengyuan was standing at the gate directing the work. Originally this matter was not his responsibility, but that of his second senior brother. However, Zheng Jiujiang had not been in good condition recently, and his eldest senior brother was very enthusiastic, so he came to help.

"Morning, big brother."

After Zhou Xuan greeted Yu Zhengyuan, he went to the concierge to read today's new newspaper.

I thought it was just like any other time, a fruitless effort, so I just opened the newspaper.

Zhou Xuan saw the pen name "Jingdeng".

"I've gained something." His eyes lit up. He found four different newspapers and after careful comparison, Zhou Xuan found the codeword and time for today's gathering. "The 15th of July is a good time for boating on Long Lake."

At 7:30 in the evening, the gathering code word: suitable for boating on Long Lake.

Zhou Xuan put down the newspaper and waited for the second Blood Well Society meeting.

……

Zhou family, cafeteria.

"Xuan boy, how long has the incense burned?" Yuan Buyu took out a small bamboo basket, which contained Zhou Xuan's luxurious yet boring breakfast.

Zhou Xuan leaned close to Yuan Buyu's ear and said, "Eight inches."

"what?!"

Yuan Buyu was surprised at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he knew that it must be the White Walkers, otherwise how could the incense burn so fast.

He held the bamboo basket high, stuffed it into Zhou Xuan's arms, and said, "Eat more, so you will have more strength later."

"Why would I need so much strength? I'll go back to my room after dinner to write Liangzi." Zhou Xuan poked his head and said, "It's all about the brain, not fists and feet."

"Shu Liangzi, why are you in such a hurry? Go to the dirt field later and I will give you some pointers..."

"Okay then, I'm going to eat first."

After finishing the meal in no time, Zhou Xuan washed his bowl and wanted to squat at the door to smoke a cigarette with Yu Zhengyuan, but Yuan Buyu saw him and pulled him towards the yard.

"Old Yuan, why are you so anxious to give me guidance?" Zhou Xuan felt that Yuan Buyu in the past did not have such a strong sense of responsibility. He would only come to give guidance when he saw him practicing his dreams.

"When it comes to practicing, you have to be quick. A hundred years is too long. We have to seize every moment."

After much persuasion, Yuan Buyu finally persuaded Zhou Xuan to go to the dirt field.

“Good disciple, you already know the method of six incense sticks. Let me teach you the method of the seventh incense stick first.

The seventh incense stick of our storytellers is a killer move when encountering an enemy, called the Buddha in the Dream. You should first imagine a Buddha. "

This is relatively easy for Zhou Xuan to conceive. Many masters in the Zhou family have Buddhist shrines at home, and most of them worship Maitreya and Medicine Buddha.

"Then I imagine Maitreya Buddha or Medicine Buddha. Which one of them is more powerful?"

“Just as good.”

Yuan Buyu explained: "Nightmare haunting, gods entering dreams, Buddha in dreams, these methods are not as deceptive as the previous ones. They are powerful because of incense!
Take the Buddha in dreams for example. The higher the level of your incense, the stronger the Vajra oppression of the Buddha in the dream will be. It has nothing to do with what kind of Buddha you imagine.

The divine power of gods entering dreams and the strange ways of nightmares are all like this."

Zhou Xuan expressed his understanding. It seemed that it was just as Yuan Buyu said, incense was incense, and means were means, and they should not be confused.

Collecting incense and offerings is the most important thing when worshipping gods in the underworld!

"Old Yuan, then I'll start to conceive it!"

Zhou Xuan was very familiar with Maitreya Buddha. During the days of fighting with Mr. Dai, he memorized all the details of the Buddha statue.

"bring it on."

Yuan Buyu closed his eyes and waited for a few seconds, then he heard the sound of wood knocking.

He felt as if there was a giant Buddha in front of him, staring down at him, and he even had the urge to bend his knees.

"That's the smell! Too bad there aren't enough incense sticks."

Ten years ago, Yuan Buyu had seen the most powerful storyteller "Lao Xiang" use this method. The moment the Buddha appeared in his dream, it was as if a giant foot was about to trample him into the ground!

Recalling the feeling at that time, Yuan Buyu felt his heart beating faster.

"Old Yuan, do you know the Eight Incense Sticks technique?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Storytellers haven't had eight incense sticks for three hundred years, where can I go?"

Yuan Buyu said: "But I know what eight incense sticks look like! I'll tell you, and you show me..."

ps: there are updates
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