Day and night tour

Chapter 142: The Monk Looking at the Moon
Yun Ziliang ran to the store entrance and shouted to the customers who were still trying to get in, "Everyone, the store is closed. All the food is sold out."

This shout made Sister Cui wonder, there were clearly some stocks left, so how come they were sold out?

She was about to say something, but Zhou Xuan winked at her and waved his hand, so she swallowed her words.

Sister Cui trusts Zhou Xuan very much.

It was easy to attract customers, but it was quite difficult to send them away. Several customers who had just arrived wanted to come in to eat, but Yun Ziliang stopped them. The customers were also very angry and wanted to beat up Yun.

It was Zhou Xuan who went up to mediate the fight, otherwise Lao Yun would have been pinned against the wall and beaten.

"Everyone, there is really no food left. Come back tomorrow. Come back tomorrow."

Zhou Xuan clasped his fists with everyone.
Cui Jie also bowed to everyone and apologized, saying that the goods had been sold out and the business could not be continued.

After persuading several waves of customers to leave, most of the customers who had finished their meals in the restaurant had left.

Zhou Xuan seized the opportunity and shouted to Xiao Fuzi, "Fuzi! Come on, help close the door."

A group of people, except for the stunned Mu Hua, the rest of them carried a piece of door panel and frantically stuck the door panel into the stone groove.

"This is the first time I can't even chase away a customer when I run a business."

Sister Cui opened the drawer and looked at the scattered bills, feeling an inexplicable sense of happiness.

After the last door panel was fixed, Yun Ziliang wiped his hands and said, "This door is covered in grease. I have a mysophobia and I can't stand it."

He went into the inner room to wash his hands.

"Lao Yun, how come you didn't remember that you are a germaphobe when you were lying on a dead person's bed drinking and eating chicken?"

Zhou Xuan retorted to Yun Ziliang.

Yun Ziliang came out swinging his hands and said to Cui Jie: "When you do business in the future, you must pay attention to the tattoo. If it is almost full of blood, you can't continue. The tattoo is also afraid of getting tired. If it gets tired, your store will be in trouble."

Sister Cui nodded in confusion. She didn’t know what “it” meant, but she did whatever Yun Ziliang said.

Zhou Xuan asked again: "Sister Cui, do you have an incense burner at home?"

"Have."

"Move one over here." Zhou Xuan instructed.

After a while, Sister Cui brought in a small copper incense burner that was not much bigger than a palm.

Zhou Xuan lit some incense, took out two Mao banknotes, and pressed down the corners of the banknotes with the incense burner.

Suddenly, the brand new banknotes began to become old, and then tiny holes appeared one after another as if they had been bitten by insects.

The banknote was torn, and the blood color of the copper coin in the tattoo began to fade slowly. The copper coin shook gently, and the sound it made became pleasant, but a little bit of rust appeared on the copper coin.

"If this copper coin is completely rusted, the tattoo will start to become ineffective, right?" Zhou Xuan asked Yun Ziliang.

"Ah."

Yun Ziliang nodded and said, "Everything has a lifespan. When the copper coin is covered with rust, it will have reached the end of its lifespan. Then you can take off the tattoo, but don't just throw it away. Bury it carefully in the ground. If conditions permit, put some new clothes in it as a cenotaph, so that it can rest in peace."

Cui Jie wrote down all of it, and divided the money she earned today into two piles. She pushed one pile to Zhou Xuan and said, "Brother Zhou, take this money. Without your tattoos, my shop wouldn't have such good business."

"We are all neighbors, just helping out."

Zhou Xuan pushed the money back and took Yun Ziliang back to the house. He sympathized with Sister Cui. Life was already tight with taking care of the dazed Mu Hua. They had finally earned a little more money, so it was important for them to live a more comfortable life in the future.

Moreover, Sister Cui really gave him the feeling of being neighbors in his childhood, visiting each other, and if there was anything delicious, she would make some for her family or for yours.

This warm feeling made him reluctant to share.

Zhou Xuan and Lao Yun returned to the store, while Xiao Fuzi sat in front of the house with Mu Hua and chatted for a while (mainly he did the talking, while Mu Hua was responsible for nodding or shaking his head), and they were about to leave.

Sister Cui held Xiao Fuzi and insisted on stuffing money into his pocket, and advised: "Fuzi, you helped our store a lot today, take the money, take it."

"No, no."

Xiao Fuzi didn't want to take Cuijie's money and jumped away.

"If you don't want the money, take this. There was a foot merchant selling these here this afternoon. I bought two. You have to take one."

Sister Cui took out a new tin frog and handed it to Xiao Fuzi.

Xiao Fuzi still didn't want it, but Cuijie was determined and wouldn't let him go unless he took it. Finally, Xiao Fuzi couldn't resist and had to accept it.

……

Yunluo Mountains, sacrificial site,
In the moonlight, the Human Skin Temple glowed silver, like a wax figure.

The copper coin priest sat beside the human skin temple, looking up at the moonlight.

The tattooed lineage worshipped the Lord of Dark Stone, as well as the sun and the moon, but at this moment, there was no sense of piety in the eyes of the copper coin priest.

He recalled the first tattoo Zhou Xuan had done, the "Merchant Copper Coin" tattoo.

"What kind of opportunity did the Nuo God have to create tattoos that are even more domineering than those of our tattoo clan?"

The copper coin priest couldn't figure it out because he had not seen the stone slab that Zhou Xuan had seen.

The connection between the Human Skin Temple and Zhou Xuan is indeed very strong. The objects and people that Zhou Xuan can see can also be seen by most of the copper coin priests.

But he couldn't see the stone slab on which Zhou Xuan got the opportunity.

"It doesn't make sense. Even the Da Nuo who walked through the tattoo hall couldn't do it before. Why can Zhou Xuan's tattoo do it?"

Faintly, the copper coin priest had an inexplicable sense of uneasiness and said, "Could it be... impossible... impossible."

He had a guess, but he didn't want it to come true, nor was he willing to let it come true. Once it came true, it would affect the ancient Yumen clan's plan to ascend to heaven.

"Yumen ascending to heaven is the only dream pursued by our ancient tribe!" The copper coin priest reaffirmed his determination, and his gaze towards the moon became pious.

……

The night was deep and the insects began to chirp more incessantly.

As insects chirped at the foot of the house, Cui Jie counted her income for the day. "One hundred and forty-four dollars and sixty cents."

Cui Jie counted out forty-four pieces and said to Mu Hua in the next room, "Hua, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I will go find a new rice and noodle shop. With the tattoo, our business is good, but the taste must also be improved.

When my rice and flour shop is ready, I will take you to buy clothes, order you a new gown, a top hat, and new leather shoes. I will give you whatever Brother Zhou wears.
Forty-four dollars should be enough to buy two sets. Be careful this time and don't let those little bastards playing football tear your clothes.

Hua, Hua, why aren't you talking again? "

Sister Cui put the money away and walked into Muhua's room, only to see Muhua standing in front of the mirror, trying hard to smile.

But he couldn't understand normal people's emotions, and the corners of his mouth just went up, then drooped down again.
After repeating this several times, he finally lost his patience and hooked his two little fingers around the corners of his mouth and pulled them upwards.
He is trying hard to learn how to laugh.

He pulled too hard and his already dry lips were torn and split. He also couldn't understand the pain, but that didn't mean he was insensitive to the pain. Tears flowed instinctively.

Cuijie sighed, walked up to Muhua and tried to pull his hand, but this time, Muhua was very determined and refused to let go, as if if he could make a little more effort, he could keep the corners of his mouth straight and keep a smile on his face forever.

"What did you do again?"

"He...laughs!"

Muhua remembered what Xiao Fuzi said at night - our young master loves to laugh the most, and when he laughs, all the neighbors like him.

Cui Jie knew who "he" was referring to and advised.

"Hua, you are not Brother Zhou. Brother Zhou is popular not just because he likes to laugh.

I know you want to be him, but you can't be him. Let's live our own lives and don't be jealous of others. I beg you, put your hand down... put it down..."

With tears in her eyes, Cuijie tried to pry Muhua's right hand apart with both hands.

Mu Hua turned around, took the initiative to put down his two hands, pointed at the corner of his upturned mouth with his right finger, and said with great effort: "Smile... "

Sister Cui looked at Muhua, and sure enough... sure enough... Muhua smiled, and stopped pulling with his hands, he was really smiling.

Even though it was a stiff and stupid smile, I really laughed.

Cui Jie cried and hugged Mu Hua tightly: "It's a good thing that you can laugh. It's good that you can laugh."

……

"Crack, snap, snap!"

The tin frog was jumping around in Zhouji Jingyi Shop. Yun Ziliang also squatted on the ground, sticking his butt out, and jumped along with the frog.

"This little thing is really fucking interesting."

Yun Ziliang and the frog jumped a few times and then stopped.

Lao Yun caught the frog in his hand, pinched the heart-shaped handle, and turned the spring with a click.

"Master Yun, stop playing. You've been playing all night. Let me play for a while."

Xiao Fuzi on the side was a little anxious.

"What are you two playing?!" Lu Mingkun, who finally returned to the store, saw an old man and a child fighting over a tin frog and asked.

"This." Yun Ziliang showed the frog.

"What's so fun about this?" Lu Mingkun looked at the two of them with disdain.

The spring was finally wound up, and Yun Ziliang put the frog on the ground. The frog was full of energy and started jumping around again.

"Huh, this is actually quite interesting." Lu Mingkun couldn't help but bend down and look at the frog happily!
"A bunch of childish ghosts." Zhou Xuan, who was doing tattoos, finally couldn't help but scolded the three people: "You are too stupid. What's fun about jumping around... Get a big basin of water and put the frogs in the water to jump is more fun!"

The three of them turned their heads at the same time, as if they had discovered a new world.

"Why didn't I think of that?" Yun Ziliang slapped his head. Xiao Fuzi had already gone to fetch water.
Lv Mingkun chased after him and said, "Fuzi, don't use the wash basin, use the bathtub, it's bigger."

Suddenly, Zhou Xuan was the only one left in the lobby.

Zhou Xuan has already finished a tattoo, a new pattern - ghost hand. After finishing this tattoo, Zhou Xuan's incense didn't burn very much, unlike when he finished the copper coin tattoo, which burned so violently.

"Perhaps it's because both tattoos were made with corpse blood, which doesn't increase incense."

Tattoos made with the same materials are useless, let alone repeated tattoos.

Zhou Xuan's dream of "getting three incense sticks by getting a hundred or eighty copper coin tattoos" was shattered.

He is now working on his third tattoo of the evening - Monk Gazing at the Moon.

This tattoo must be made with blood that contains Buddha nature.

This kind of blood is hard to find.
Zhou Xuan had no choice but to use his own blood.

The blood melted into the pigment and after being stirred with bones and teeth, it gradually became colorful, then solidified and separated into many different color blocks.
This is where tattoo pigment comes from.

Zhou Xuan had sucked the blood from the "Ten Fingers" and the "Buddha Tumor", and there was Buddha nature in his blood.

Zhou Xuan divided different colors into different bone discs and made a tattoo of "A Monk Looking at the Moon".

The monk part of the tattoo was completed quickly, and the only thing left was the bright moon.

Zhou Xuan continued to close his mind, with the tattoo of "The Monk Gazing at the Moon" engraved in his mind. Just as he was about to move his bone teeth to pierce the moon,

A crimson moon rolled out majestically from the Shenqi Secret Realm, crushing the bright moonlight of "the monk gazing at the moon" in his mind into countless white lights.

Zhou Xuan was almost uncontrollably moving the bone needle with his right hand, dipping it in blood-colored paint, and piercing a crimson moon on the human skin.

Feiyue placed the last needle.
The tattoos on human skin have also changed. The grass and trees have withered. The monk who once had a solemn appearance has become a dry skeleton wearing a cassock.
A burst of Buddhist music, as loud as a loud bell, echoed in the house, shaking the walls and pillars slightly.

The bathtub in the bathroom on the second floor was shaken, causing several splashes of water, which soaked Xiao Fuzi, Lu Mingkun and Yun Ziliang.

"What's the commotion? Was it caused by that boy's tattoo?"

Yun Ziliang wiped his face with his sleeve and walked downstairs, complaining as he walked: "It's impossible. How can a tattoo artist who has just started to learn make such a big name for himself!?"

ps: Thank you brothers for your continued support. Today I finally got the boutique badge. I love you guys, muah, muah.

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