Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 209: Burning Incense

Under the dome of the sky, the hemispherical Dharma Realm was upside down, covering the entire Fenxiang Valley.

The Dharma Realm emits red light, reflecting the sky.

Countless Taoist mantras flashed on the boundary wall, and slight magical power shocks were emitted from time to time, causing the clouds above to hide far away.

"Damn it, you're going to torture me to death!"

There is a long canal outside Fenxiang Valley.

When going downhill from a high hill, the water flow is quite large and is mostly used for sewage discharge.

At dusk, two disciples holding tokens broke through the Dharma Realm and pushed out a cart with four or five large wooden barrels on it.

Mosquitoes and flies were buzzing around the wooden barrel, making the two men look annoyed.

Looking closely, the two disciples were one fat and one thin.

The fat one is short and the thin one is tall, so they make a perfect match.

Both of them stuffed their noses with tampons, otherwise they would be so angry if they were exposed to the fishy smell from the bucket for too long.

After stopping the cart, the two men worked together to move the wooden barrel to the canal.

"Wow!"

The red and white sticky filth was poured into the canal, and then the bucket was rinsed clean with the canal water.

It's a bit like cleaning the toilet, and it's actually the same job.

"I heard that this bucket of pulp is worth 18,000 taels of silver! It's so painful to see it go down like this."

The fat man sighed.

The thin man untied a wine jug from his slender waist, took a big sip and snorted:

"The purchasing disciples were careless and only bought these substandard and inferior products. Why keep them?"

The fat man pointed at the bucket and asked:

"Hey, I also heard that... the paste used to engrave these array patterns is made from the blood of a three-year-old boy, the marrow of an eighty-year-old woman, and the finest cinnabar that is more than 1,200 years old. Is that true?"

"Hehe, that's true."

The thin man was probably more knowledgeable than the fat man. He smacked his lips and showed off his knowledge:

"You can take at most six coins of blood from a child, otherwise it will cost you your life. As for the marrow of an old woman, you have to find a corpse that has just passed away. Unfortunately, it is difficult to get the blood of the young yang and the old yin, and it is against human ethics. In many cases, you can't get it even if you pay money."

"We burn incense in a proper way, so we naturally pay attention to the proper way of obtaining it... For example, if a boy's family takes his blood, they will give him fifty silver coins and the "Life and Peace Scroll", and if an old woman takes his blood, they will give him thirty silver coins and the "Dead Soul Ascension Scroll". Aren't these conditions generous enough? But even so, there are still many people who are unwilling to make the exchange!"

The fat man was furious: "Those southern Xinjiang barbarians really don't know what's good for them!"

"So, there are always times when the need is urgent, just like when we activated the mountain protection formation this time, then we have to resort to some tough measures."

The thin man said, pointing to the wooden barrel that was still steaming:
"Guess what, were these obtained through prayer or..."

The fat man tilted his head and thought about it, then chuckled twice.

"Who cares?"

Soon, the two men emptied the buckets and washed them thoroughly.

He loaded the barrels onto the cart again, and while there was still time, he leaned against the wheel and chatted.

"I say, these southern border barbarians are very smart. When they learned that our group in the Central Plains suffered a heavy loss, they all became suspicious. Don't you see that we used to be so glorious, but now we are treated coldly?"

"You're absolutely right!" The fat man raised his hand in agreement: "There's a saying... When you see a mole, you know the whole mountain cat."

"That's called seeing the whole picture from a single glimpse."

"It's almost the same. This time, the fruits, rice and grains that the ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang have handed over to us on a monthly basis seem to be getting more and more perfunctory."

"Yesterday, when I was tidying up the treasury, I wanted to steal some pineapples. Guess what? When I opened more than a dozen of them, I found that they were full of rotten flesh infested with maggots. I was so sick..."

The fat man's face became more and more sad as he spoke, and he even sighed:

"Just wait and see. Our future days will probably become increasingly difficult."

The thin man disagreed and patted him on the back of the head:
"I told you you're stupid but you still don't admit it. If the people above don't die, how can the people below get promoted?"

"Now that the arrogant Li Xun is dead in the Central Plains, the Valley Master will have to accept another disciple. Who do you think will end up with all this wealth and honor?"

"It won't be you or me anyway."

"Uh……"

The thin man's smug expression suddenly froze, and he sighed dejectedly: "...That's right, if we work hard for a few years, we might be able to become a toilet cleaning supervisor."

"It's so miserable."

The depressed and frustrated look of these two people is also a portrayal of nearly a thousand low-level disciples in Fenxiang Valley.

After a while, the fat man asked again:

"Hey, I see that there has been a lot of unrest in the valley recently, and the Valley Master has also gone into seclusion. Why is that?"

"You don't know? It is said that the Valley Master is in seclusion to deal with a powerful enemy who may come to attack him."

"What powerful enemy?"

"It is said that he is a clan leader named Xu from the Central Plains. A few days ago, the elders issued a document asking the night watchmen to step up their guard. It was aimed at him. Even his portrait was issued."

"Is it really that weird?" The fat man expressed his doubt. "What does it look like?"

"Anyway, he looks quite young, and I happen to have a portrait of him..."

As the thin man spoke, he reached into his arms and suddenly saw a person in front of him.

He took a closer look, and his eyes lit up immediately:

"Oh yeah, pretty much like him."

The fat man was startled when he heard this, and waved to the other side:

"Come on, come on, boy, come here."

Calling the man over, the fat man took the portrait and compared it with the person in front of him.

"Well, you know what, these eyes and nose, they look quite similar...eh?"

The fat man and the thin man were both stunned, as if they had thought of something, and looked at the man at the same time:

"What's your name, sir?"

"Xu."

Gudu~

The two looked at each other, and the fat man asked again:

"Not a man...Are you sure your last name is Xu or Xu?"

The man replied:

"My last name is Xu, the character for 'Yan' with 'Wu' added to the radical."

"Where are you?"

"Central Plains."

"..."

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There is a forbidden area in Fenxiang Valley, named—Xuanhuo Altar.

It is said that the most confidential information of Fenxiang Valley is hidden inside. For the past three hundred years, it has been managed by Shangguan Ce, the second most important person in Fenxiang Valley.

This place is built on a volcanic crater and is divided into three layers.

Since it is located on a fire vein, it is naturally extremely hot.

But few people know that the third level of the altar is actually an ice prison.

There was a huge monster locked in the prison, and Shangguan Ce was talking to it:
"Do you want to know why I kept you alive for three hundred years?"

"Oh, you just want to force me to tell you the whereabouts of the Mysterious Fire Mirror, but it's been three hundred years, old Shangguan, do you think I've given in?"

"But now we have learned that the Mysterious Fire Mirror is no longer in the hands of your clan. Do you realize your situation?"

"If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please."

"Otherwise, God has mercy on life. Now there is a chance for you to be reborn. If you can agree to the conditions, I can set you free."

Hearing this, the huge creature seemed to move:
"What conditions?"

"Please help me to resist a strong enemy."

(End of this chapter)