Day and night tour

Chapter 113 Four Incense Sticks Offerings

"Teacher Jing, you said that you saw your past and future selves in the Blood Well. Have you seen anything else strange?" Zhou Xuan raised the question again.

This question was not only what he wanted to ask, but also what others wanted to ask.

But this time, Jing Deng did not share, saying: "I didn't go deep into the blood well, so I haven't seen too many secrets... OK... let's get back to our lives.
Members of Mingjiang Mansion have had a particularly hard time recently. I can’t help you too much, I can only share some tips on how to prevent tracking and investigation…”

Next, Jingdeng described in detail how careful and prudent he was in life.

Zhou Xuan even heard that the members of the Blood Well Society were all fugitives. They were so nervous that they would hide their tails at the slightest sign of trouble.

Just from this point of view, he felt it was very strange...

The psychic of the Blood Well is not an ordinary person. He has a naturally strong sense of perception. Even if he does not go through the Yin worship of gods, he has extremely unique talents. Why does he only think about escaping every day?
The member who encouraged the move raised the same question: "Why don't the members of Mingjiang Mansion dare to resist?"

"The kidnapper's alien food is his god. It's almost six incense sticks. I am no match for him!" said Sesame Sauce.

"What about us?" the member continued to ask.

"We?" Zhimajiang seemed to have no idea of ​​"we".

"Don't say it doesn't have six incense sticks. Even if it does, so what? All of our members combined, are we afraid of six incense sticks? We are psychics of the Blood Well, with unique talents. If we go to the Yin to worship the gods, we will progress very quickly. I have only practiced for three years, and I have almost reached four incense sticks.
I believe that my level of incense is mediocre in the gathering. Can't we, the dozen or so members with more than four incense sticks, work together to find a way to kill Shi Wei Tian?"

Zhou Xuan admired the member's idea of ​​encouraging resistance, but he was a little dazed for a moment.
In the cautious and careful atmosphere of the Blood Well gathering, are there really such honest and straightforward members?

The fact that she dared to report her progress in cultivation was, to a large extent, equivalent to revealing her true colors.

Is he really straightforward and frank, or is he someone with ulterior motives, putting bait to fish?
"Are you new here? What's your name?"

"My name is Yu Zhaixing, and I'm indeed new here. I don't really understand what you're talking about, Blood Well Divination."

"Yu Zhaixing, let me ask you, if I ask you for help, will you meet me in real life?" Zhimajiang asked.

"Yes." said Yu Zhaixing.

"But I won't. To be honest, I don't trust you or anyone else in the meeting. I don't mean to offend you, but I don't know if there are any members with ulterior motives."

"Let's not talk about offending each other. Actually, I think the same as you."

“I feel like some of the members of the gathering are not even Blood Well psychics.”

"Even if they are all psychics of the Blood Well, so what? There will still be spies. I would rather be sneaky all my life than be tricked into a cage and killed like a dog."

Almost all members support sesame paste's idea.

"Then you will just continue to be bugs, crawling out one by one, and then being trampled to death by those kidnappers..."

Yu Zhaixing's tone was a bit "angry at the lack of fighting spirit", and the content of her words was relatively restrained, but her tone was like firecrackers, crackling, one after another.

She was so angry that she couldn't hold back her anger and simply cut off the link to the meeting...

Causing the well lamp to sigh softly,
The rest of the assembly members began to discuss how to escape the kidnappers' mad-dog search, and no one took Yu Zhaixing's words to heart.

Zhou Xuan could understand why they didn't want to listen to any resistance. After all, the kidnappers had united many gangs and were powerful in numbers. They had money and experts. There was no real trust among the members of the Blood Well. They were all individuals, so it was normal for them not to dare to confront them head-on.

but,

Listening to these people's chats, they are too cowardly. It's okay for the masters of kidnapping, but sometimes they know that they are being targeted by the little kidnappers who are only a few sticks of incense, but they only dare to use their powerful telepathic perception to get rid of the opponent, and dare not take direct action.
They were even so proud of their clever way of getting rid of their opponents that they excitedly shared their method with everyone at the gathering, their faces dancing with joy...

"The Blood Well Society was originally a group of wolves, but they are so used to being dogs that they have long forgotten they are wolves. Now they are being chased all over the streets by rats. Someone needs to truly wake them up."

Zhou Xuan thought secretly in his heart.

……

Just after cutting off the connection with the "Blood Well Society", Zhou Xuan heard a thunderous snoring.

He turned around and saw that Yuan Buyu had fallen asleep without him knowing when. He was lying on Zhou Xuan's bed, drooling in his sleep.

"Old Yuan, I asked you to come and supervise my dream. You can just sleep here."

Zhou Xuan did not wake up Yuan Buyu, but covered him with a quilt directly. Then he took a set of bedding from the closet, found an empty dormitory, made the bed, moved a stool in, and started to ask for divination.

According to Jing Deng, offerings can increase the specificity of divination, but how many incense sticks are needed for divination? Zhou Xuan estimated that it would depend on the difficulty of the divination.

"Ask the divination first. If the result is really hard to tell, then ask what level of sacrifice is required for the Blood Well."

Zhou Xuan felt that using humans as sacrifices, and especially gods and ghosts at a certain level of incense offerings, was something that should be handled with caution.

What if he really gets a god or ghost who is worth a few incense sticks, but it turns out that his level is not high enough to be used as a sacrifice, then it would be a waste of effort.

Going further up, there are masters who are good at three and four incense sticks. It will take more than three or four days to get such sacrifices.

He closed the door, took out the diary from his arms, sat in the corner, closed his eyes, and meditated on the blood well.

The Blood Well is almost equivalent to his second secret realm. Although it has shown signs of merging with the Divine Revelation, he has tried it in the past two days and was unable to establish a connection with the Blood Well in the Divine Revelation Secret Realm.

You still have to enter the secret realm the old way.

The first time he entered the Blood Well Secret Realm, he had a hard time getting in.

But today, he entered particularly smoothly - meditating on the Blood Well, the image of the Blood Well quickly formed in his mind, and the diary in his hand moved automatically without wind, and then, he was in the secret realm.

The whole process is completed in one go.

The secret realm of the Blood Well has been opened to him, and the ancient temple no longer uses heavy snow to hide the countless pairs of eyes on the walls.

Zhou Xuan stood next to the eyes on the wall and looked at his hands first.

His hands were empty, without a diary.

"Even if you hold the diary and meditate, you can't bring it into the Blood Well Secret Realm.

It seems that if I want to ask about the usage of the Blood Well Diary, I will have to wait until the next time I ask for divination."

This time, I must reserve the opportunity to ask about "how to accumulate incense through tattoos".

Zhou Xuan stared at the countless eyes on the wall, and kept repeating the doubts in his heart. The eyes sensed what Zhou Xuan was thinking, and countless eyes looked in all directions.

Their deep gazes seemed to be scanning time and space again and again, looking for the final answer from the void.

at last,

The eyes on the wall trembled at the same time, and then almost all of them closed, leaving only one old eye still open, looking at Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan saw a picture.

The picture is taken from a bird's eye view, like a bird flying high above a state capital, taking in the entire terrain of the state capital.

"Which mansion is this?"

Zhou Xuan carefully analyzed the scene - this provincial capital was divided into two parts by a big river. It was full of tall buildings and had a prosperous economy. It was already late at night, but the neon lights were still blazing.

"Mingjiang Mansion!"

After Zhou Xuan came to Jingguo, he read a lot of newspapers and saw the introduction of Mingjiang Prefecture in the newspaper - a river ran through the prosperous Mingjiang Prefecture, dividing it into Mingdong and Mingxi. He was deeply impressed by this.

"I have to go to Mingjiang Prefecture to collect incense and offerings!? But Mingjiang Prefecture is very big, and the information from this divination is still very general."

Mingjiang Prefecture is almost three times the size of Pingshui Prefecture. The instructions told him to go to Mingjiang Prefecture, and the method of finding tattoos to collect incense and offerings changed from "looking for a needle in a haystack" to "looking for a needle in Mingjiang". Although the scope has been narrowed a lot, the difficulty is actually the same.

You can't catch it anyway, so it makes no difference whether you fish in the sea or in the river.

Zhou Xuan thought that using gods and ghosts as sacrifices could make the results of divination more specific.

He decided to use his perception to communicate with the Blood Well first, and find out how many incense sticks would be needed as a sacrifice to make the result more specific.

"Hey, since we can communicate, does that mean... we can talk to Xuejing about paying the sacrifice on credit?"

Zhou Xuan had a "shameless" idea in his mind.

"I am willing to make a sacrifice, but..."

Zhou Xuan had the idea of ​​buying on credit.

Xuejing understood his thoughts, and then a sinister smile came from the secret realm.

The smile is very neutral, and it is hard to tell whether it is a man or a woman.
As the smile progressed, the stones on the wall and the Blood Well began to shake, and snow began to fall in the Blood Well Secret Realm.

The snowflakes outlined two words on the ground - seven and four!

Zhou Xuan interpreted the guidance of the Blood Well.

"Since it's on credit, then seven must refer to seven days, and four is the level of incense. We need to get a soul worth four incense sticks as a sacrifice..."

He certainly didn't think that Xuejing needed a master of seven incense sticks as a sacrifice - Pingshui Prefecture is so big, but there are only a few seven incense sticks?

But four incense sticks is not low.

Xuejing seemed a little greedy. Just to make the divination content of Xuejing more specific, he actually asked for a sacrifice of four incense sticks.

What level are the four incense sticks?
The dog king of the kidnapper only has four incense sticks.

"But it's not impossible to get it..." Zhou Xuan murmured.

To learn how to get tattoos and earn money through incense, you have to go to Mingjiang Mansion.

Mingjiang Prefecture is now the territory of kidnappers.

"Last time the kidnappers wanted to settle accounts with me, I heard there were three masters, and the dog king Chun Mengyan was stabbed!

The Dog King is dead, Chun Meng and Yan Zhong Dao are still alive... They are both in Mingjiang Mansion. The incense level of these two people should be above four candles. It is very appropriate to use them as sacrifices..."

Zhou Xuan was still calculating in his mind, but the blood well seemed to have tacitly agreed that he must offer a sacrifice.
All the eyes on the temple walls opened,

This time,
Zhou Xuan read excitement in these eyes!

They had a strong desire for sacrifice, and when they looked in all directions, their eyeballs could not help but tremble left and right because they were too excited.

"What's this? When I don't take the sacrifice, I don't work hard.

After agreeing to offer the sacrifice, they put all their efforts into finding the answer to the divination.

A few more minutes passed.

The eyes found new divination results.

Several eyes on the wall were closed, leaving only one young woman's eye, staring at Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan saw a new scene, not from a bird's-eye view, but more like a passerby's perspective.

He saw a medium-width road with straight tram tracks running across it.

There are newsstands on the roadside and buildings on both sides of the street. Many signs are installed vertically on the walls of the buildings. The shops on the first floor are old-fashioned cloth signs held up by bamboo poles.

"Dongshi Funeral Home", "Mingdong, Zhongxi and Dacai Restaurant", "Dongshi Maji Wreath Shop", and "Mingji Paper Horse Shop".

After Zhou Xuan looked at the contents of the signs and cloth banners, he finally understood why the picture was mainly in black and white. If it weren't for the occasional two signs emitting not-so-bright colored light, Zhou Xuan would have even thought it was a black and white photo.

“It’s a street for funerals!”

In order to match the solemn atmosphere of the funeral, the buildings along the street are painted black, and the base color of the signboards is white.

"Mingjiang Mansion, Dongshi Street!"

This was the direction that the Blood Well Divination had pointed him to.

"Seven, four."

The moment Zhou Xuan was disconnected from the Blood Well, he saw two blood-red numbers. The Blood Well was "reminding" him not to forget the agreement of the sacrifice...

(End of this chapter)