Day and night tour

Chapter 159: Star-Blocking Curse

"How could it be useless?"

Yu Zhaixing has her own personal experience. Her madness had almost reached a point where it was beyond cure. But ever since she got a "Buddha head" tattoo, she can't say that her symptoms have been completely cured, but at least they haven't recurred in the past few days.

"There is a word called 'last gasp of light', so there must be such a thing as a last gasp of light."

Jingdeng said in a long tone: "Tattoos work like this, they suppress madness by consuming your vitality, and this consumption is very exaggerated. According to what I learned in the Blood Well, suppressing madness for one day consumes one to two years of vitality. You can calculate how much life will be consumed if it is suppressed for one month?
And how much of your life is enough to be consumed?"

Jing Deng's words brought the atmosphere of the gathering to a freezing point, and no one doubted Jing Deng's statement.

After long-term gatherings, Jingdeng firmly established the authoritative image of "Blood Well Mentor" in everyone's hearts.

The authoritative words made everyone believe it.

But there were two people who didn't believe in the well lamp, and Zhou Xuan was one of them. He immediately asked,
"Teacher Jing, I want to ask, what kind of sacrifice did you use to divine from the blood well that tattoos cannot truly suppress madness?"

"The quality of this offering is very high, with almost five sticks of incense." Jingdeng said.

Just sit back and wait for the next thing?
Zhou Xuan had already preliminarily determined that Jing Deng was lying.

He asked again: "Could it be that you made a mistake in your interpretation?"

The results of divination at the blood well are very obscure. If you want to make the results more specific, you need to increase the level of the sacrifice.

"Nothing will go wrong."

Jingdeng added: "The offerings provided this time are of a very high level, so the divination is very clear and has a strong direction, so there is no need for interpretation."

Zhou Xuan was absolutely certain that Jing Deng was lying.

Judging from his recent divinations, as long as the content was about tattoos, the sacrifices required by Xuejing were of a very high level.

Just by asking about "how to earn money by getting tattoos" and looking around for incense, I only got vague guidance.

In the end, it was Yun Ziliang who helped Zhou Xuan and asked him to break a talisman in the basement of the old painting studio. By chance, he found the stone slab and finally discovered the way to earn incense by tattooing.

Jingdeng said that she had received very clear guidance by burning incense and did not really need divination.

When did Xuejing become so generous?

"So, it's best not to put your hopes on tattoos...it's like drinking poison to quench thirst." Jingdeng continued to express his views.

"I'll go ask when I get home." Yu Zhaixing was half-believing and half-doubting what Jingdeng said.

She believed in Jing Deng's understanding of the Blood Well, but she remained skeptical of Jing Deng's conclusion that "the tattoo is using vitality to fight madness."

At least her mother didn't notice that her vitality was rapidly draining away.

"I'm worried that it will be difficult for you to get it with all the incense offerings from all directions." Jingdeng didn't think much of Yu Zhaixing and deliberately brought up the level of "sacrifice" to make Yu Zhaixing give up.

"Easy." Yu Zhaixing responded.

Zhou Xuan didn't say much. He thought to himself: There seems to be something wrong with the well lamp.

According to Jing Deng herself, the purpose of establishing the "Blood Well Society" is to benefit more Blood Well psychics. With her understanding and experience of the Blood Well, she can help them prolong their lifespans and suppress their madness as much as possible.

If this is true, then the appearance of the tattoo is a major benefit to Jing Deng.

But she is now using lies and the sense of authority she has built up over the years to discredit the tattoo.

This is undoubtedly to erase the threat that "tattoo" brings to the Blood Well Club.
Once the members of the gathering found out that suppressing madness actually only required a tattoo, the Blood Well Society would lose its greatest appeal in attracting members. They all came to the Blood Well Society because they wanted to join in order to prolong their lifespan and control their madness.

If the charm is lost, the gathering will fall apart in a short time.

Jing Deng is still very concerned about the control over the Xuejing Society.

"What will she do with the blood well?"

Zhou Xuan discovered that the well lamp seemed to be hiding some secrets...

……

At the Blood Well gathering, no one discussed tattoos anymore, so Jing Deng said, "I called everyone here today because I recently found a set of Buddhist scriptures that will help improve your Buddha nature.
To fight against the blood-well madness, you cannot rely on external things, you must improve your own Buddha nature, which is the only answer to suppress madness. "

"Teacher Jing, the Buddhist Scripture class has finally started."

"After every Buddhist scripture class taught by Mr. Jing, I feel full of energy. It is much more useful than the scriptures I usually read."

From everyone's conversation, we can know that in previous gatherings, Jingdeng often led members to recite Buddhist scriptures.

"It seems that her Buddhist scriptures are very effective." Zhou Xuan thought.

Since we are here now, we might as well listen to what the differences are between Jingdeng’s Buddhist scriptures and other Buddhist scriptures.

Zhou Xuan also joined the chanting team.

The first few sentences of Jingdeng are not much different from normal Buddhist scriptures.

"...When practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, one sees that the five aggregates are empty and overcomes all suffering..."

This is the Heart Sutra. After finishing their work, the Buddhist people in Jing country like to recite a few passages with their eyes closed.

But the more Zhou Xuan followed Jing Deng's recitation, the more he felt something was wrong.

"On the day of death, you can shed your physical body, cut off your spiritual desires, pull out your tongue, sprinkle blood, pour copper and iron water, and inflict extreme pain on your body. Then you will be able to see the Buddha."

"The Buddha sits cross-legged on a six-petal lotus. The lotus has 149 sharp blades, which cut off his flesh and blood..."

The more Zhou Xuan read the Buddhist scripture, the more eerie it seemed. He did not sense any Buddha nature, but instead, a sinister aura surrounded him.

"You must recite the sutra in unison. You must recite the sutra in unison. I will recite a sentence and you should recite the next sentence."

When Jingdeng was chanting, a second sound actually came out of his body to remind everyone to chant in a uniform rhythm.

Zhou Xuan wanted to figure out what the well lamp was doing, and while he was reciting, he was always ready to cut off the connection to the assembly.

As he recited the scriptures with his eyes closed, gradually, a night sky appeared in Zhou Xuan's mind.

There were several stars in the night sky, and each star was dim. But when everyone was reciting the scriptures in unison, one star in the sky became brighter and brighter.

When it was brightest, the light of this star suppressed the surrounding stars, as if that star was the only one shining in that whole sky.

"I see stars, very bright stars."

"Shut up, I saw it too."

"Recite the sutras carefully, the highlight will begin soon." An experienced member reminded the overly curious semi-new member.

Zhou Xuan stared at the stars silently. He also heard the sound of bones breaking in the gathering.

Just when the star was at its brightest, the star hanging in the sky suddenly flew and landed on a building.

This building was none other than the True Fate Church where Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun tortured the "God of Fate" in the early hours of the morning.

"When you recite the scriptures, you will see bloody scenes. Don't be afraid. That is the dirt in your heart. Face it and look at the room until you can see the people in the room clearly!

There are two people in the room. You need to concentrate and see him."

The well lamp has two voices, one leading the members to chant, and the other reminding the members of "things to pay attention to".

Zhou Xuan was too surprised. If he was not involved in the incident, he might have really believed that the scripture of Jingdeng led him into some new world.

But he is the person involved in the "True Fate Church".

"You bastard, she said she was chanting, but in fact, Jingdeng was using the Blood Well Psychic's super perception to help her do things!"

Judging from the scene Zhou Xuan saw, Jingdeng was reciting the strange scriptures, combining the perception of everyone into one, and sending it to the True Destiny Church, in order to find the two "murderers" who killed the God of Destiny from the church!
"The old member just said that Jing Deng also led them to chant Buddhist scriptures before. I guess every time he chanted Buddhist scriptures, it was Jing Deng who was using the psychic to do things."

Zhou Xuan extracted a lot of his perception, leaving only a very small amount, and combined it with the perception of everyone else, watching how the situation developed.

He slowly saw two blurry figures appearing in the True Fate Church.

Zhou Xuan knew who the two people were, but just by looking at their blurry figures, he determined that they were himself and Lu Mingkun.

"I didn't expect that Jing Deng actually worked for the people behind the evil god."

Zhou Xuan was actually a little nervous.

He already knew that there were two masters behind the evil god, the God of Life.

The two masters also keep other evil gods in their hands.

The evil god's masters are a man and a woman, so could the woman be Jing Deng?
Zhou Xuan thought it was impossible.

Jing Deng is Zhang Yihua, the movie star who was tortured to death by the original owner. If she was really the master of the evil god, the one who was tortured would be the original owner.

"Jingdeng is just a lackey working for the evil god master. The evil god master has quite a lot of assets, has the evil god in his hands, and controls the Blood Well Society.

Damn, these Blood Well psychics are too powerful, they can actually create something out of nothing."

It was the first time that Zhou Xuan personally felt the energy of the combined perception of a dozen Blood Well psychics, and his heart was extremely shocked.

The "murderer" that even the evil god master couldn't find was actually seen by everyone in the Blood Well Society, and the figures of "Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun" were already very clear at this time.

One of them was wearing a white gown, the other was wearing a blue gown, and they were both of equal height.

"We have to find a way to remedy this."

Zhou Xuan had already started thinking of an idea - just revealing his body shape was no big deal.

The gown is not slim fitting and is like a tube of cloth covering the body. Through the body shape, you can only tell the height of the person and whether he is fat or thin.

There are at least hundreds of thousands of tall and thin people like Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun in Mingjiang Prefecture.

Until their faces are seen clearly by the Blood Well Society, Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun will not truly reveal their identities.

“We can’t let them continue watching.”

Zhou Xuan thought quickly and remembered the storyteller's eighth method - entering a dream through a dream!
Entering a dream through dreaming is different from other methods of dreaming. Other methods of dreaming are to dream out of the blue, creating a daydream around oneself.

But by dreaming into another person's dream, one can bury the dream into the other person's consciousness through perception.

As for the failure of dream generation, would it bring about greater trouble? Zhou Xuan was not worried about this. The strange scripture twisted the perception of all psychics into one, and you were in me and I was in you.
Even if the dream failed, Jingdeng would not be able to determine who was hiding in the gathering and had the dream.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan took out the wake-up wood, wrapped it with his folded sleeves, and then knocked it gently.

Wherever his perception passed, dreams quickly emerged.

"One of those two people has crooked eyebrows and squinting eyes, and the other looks ferocious."

Zhou Xuan was imagining a dream in his mind.

This dream is set in the main hall of the True Fate Church. The two people in the dream are based on Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun. One wears a white gown and the other wears a blue gown, but their faces have been replaced with the faces of Zhou Xuan's neighbors in his previous life.

In his previous life, a father and son lived across the street from him.

The father has crooked eyebrows and squinting eyes, and the son is a gangster who has beaten people and been to jail. He looks very ferocious.

Zhou Xuan imagined two people who do not exist at all in the world of Jingguo... Let Jingdeng and her evil god master slowly look for them!

"I saw those two people, an old man and a young man."

"That young man looks really fierce."

"Teacher Jing, we saw those two people."

"I saw it too." Jingdeng stopped chanting, and at the same time, the sound of broken bones was heard in the gathering.

As soon as the voice fell, a breath of "Buddha nature" spread into the body of every member.

"Wow, I feel so comfortable all over."

"Teacher Jing, I feel the Buddha's energy." "Reciting the Buddhist scriptures as Teacher Jing teaches me will give me peace of mind for the next few days."

While the assembly members kept praising the well lamp, Zhou Xuan felt that this "Buddhist spirit" was very fake.

"It's not Buddha's energy, it's a kind of evil energy that looks very much like Buddha's energy."

Zhou Xuan had absorbed a large amount of Buddha's energy. Through his ten fingers and Buddha tumors, he could best distinguish what it felt like when Buddha's energy entered his body.

"I've figured it out. The Blood Well Society is an industrial chain! Jing Deng deceived everyone into doing things, and when they were done, she distributed some fake Buddha Qi as feedback... Everyone didn't know the truth, and they really thought that by following Jing Deng's chanting, they could earn Buddha Qi and suppress their madness. Then, they would naturally chant more enthusiastically at the next chanting class."

Zhou Xuan breathed a sigh of relief that he was not exposed, but Jing Deng's secret was exposed.

"Chanting is tiring, I need to rest. Please pay attention to the newspapers and I will see you at the next gathering."

Jingdeng's voice sounds very tired.

……

After the Blood Well gathering was disbanded,

Old Mrs. Yu wiped her sweaty forehead with a towel.

In order to concentrate the perception of the Blood Well Psychic, she broke the bones of her left forearm twice. Now her left forearm was hanging at a strange angle.

But she did not stop. She took out a pen and paper and drew the two people she saw in the True Destiny Church on the paper with her right hand.

One has crooked eyebrows and squinting eyes, and the other one looks ferocious.

After finishing the portrait, Old Lady Yu chanted a spell, and the two broken bones in her left hand slowly connected.

And she looked a little older.

She carefully folded the two pieces of drawing paper, put them into her handbag, left Room 901 of Xinmingjiang Hotel, went downstairs, got into the car on the sloping dirt road, and drove to Jiuli Mansion.

……

After showing her pass to the concierge, Old Lady Yu drove the car to the deepest part of the mansion and stopped in front of a statue of a stone pot spraying water.

Next to the statue there was a maid holding a cat, waiting for Old Mrs. Yu.

"Mother Yu, the young lady has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Please take me to see the young lady." Old Mrs. Yu said to the maid politely.

The maid led the way through the corridor, up the spiral staircase, and along a long red carpet to a room.

She knocked on the door gently: "Miss, Mother Yu is here."

"Let her in."

When the maid heard the order, she opened the door and made a gesture of invitation... After Old Mrs. Yu entered the room, she gently closed the door.

There were two black coffins in the room.

Old Lady Yu walked to the coffin on the right and tapped the lid gently: "Miss, find the two murderers who killed me. I have drawn their appearances."

"Put the portrait on the coffin, and someone will take it to find the person later."

Old Mrs. Yu took out the portrait from her bag and gently placed it on the coffin lid.

"Miss, some time ago, you asked me to keep an eye on Zhou Xuan. I entrusted the thief to do it, but the two disciples were killed. Zhou Xuan has a protector by his side."

"Zhou Xuan, don't worry about him for now. Mingjiang Prefecture is in trouble now. We have a lot to do. You take care of the Blood Well Society."

The person in the coffin responded to Old Lady Yu coldly.

"The Blood Well Society is getting hard to manage," said Old Lady Yu. "A new member recently joined. Her tattoo must have suppressed her Blood Well syndrome. She spread the news of the tattoo crazily at the gathering, causing panic among the people."

"Then how did you do it?"

"I lied to them. Tattoos have no effect on madness, so I suppressed the news of the tattoo for the time being," said Old Mrs. Yu.

"Well done." The man in the coffin praised.

"But I'm afraid the lie won't last long. The truth will come out eventually," said Old Mrs. Yu worriedly.

"Then let that member promote the tattoo, and you also help promote the tattoo. Then, in the name of buying tattoos, find that member and the tattoo artist, and kill them all!
Don't look for the Thief's Gang to do anything for you anymore. They don't have much friendship with us and are unwilling to send out their experts. They always send us a few disciples who are only three sticks of incense."

"Which temple should we find to do it?" asked Old Mrs. Yu.

"City God!" said the person in the coffin.

"That member's family must be well-off, and killing the tattoo artist would offend the ancient clan..."

"Why are you afraid of offending someone? This is Mingjiang Prefecture, we have everything under control! We will kill anyone who stands in our way!"

After hearing the sonorous answer from the lady in the coffin, Old Lady Yu was encouraged and said, "I understand."

She lowered her head, walked lightly, and left the house.

……

"Is the Xuejing Society in cahoots with that evil god master?" Lu Mingkun was somewhat incredulous after hearing Zhou Xuan's words.

"The fact that we both almost killed the God of Life was exposed."

Zhou Xuan picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"The background of that evil god master is probably quite powerful." Lu Mingkun said: "But if we are a little more careful, we won't be afraid of them."

"That's natural."

Zhou Xuan asked Yun Ziliang again: "Old Yun, the Blood Well will recite a strange scripture. After reciting it, it condensed the perception of us Blood Well spiritualists into one stream. What scripture is that?"

"Recite the sutra for me," said Yun Ziliang.

Zhou Xuan read the scripture verbatim to Lao Yun.

After listening to it, Yun Ziliang said, "This is not a scripture, it is a curse that comes from the Otherworldly Ghost "Star Cover". With flesh and blood, and the power of the stars, one can gather perception and also use the stars to bless. "

"Yes, when I was chanting, I could hear the sound of bones breaking."

"That's right! The method of Zhaxing is to hurt yourself, borrowing the power of the stars. Every time you perform the spell, you have to hurt yourself."

Yun Ziliang said: "Maybe the evil god master taught him! Zhaxing is the first alien who knows the art of raising an evil god!"

"Could the evil god master be Zhaxing?"

"No, Zha Xing was executed by the Wandering Gods Department a long time ago, and the method of raising evil gods has been lost for many years. However, your opponent is not simple. He can find Zha Xing's lost spell again. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with him."

Yun Ziliang sighed.

"Is there any way to restrain the Star-Blocking Curse?"

"Yes, I have!"

"What?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Tattoos with Taoist themes are very effective in resisting the Star-Blocking Curse." Yun Ziliang said.

……

As the sky brightened, Zhou Xuan got up early.

After washing up, he went to Sister Cui's house to buy breakfast.

There are no more copper coin tattoos hanging in Cuijie's shop, but the customer flow is still good.

"Sister Cui, how did you get the tattoo?"

"Oh! The life span is over, and the copper coin is all rusty." Sister Cui smiled and said, "I listened to Lao Yun and buried the tattoo carefully in the back mountain."

"Would you like me to tattoo you again?"

"no need."

Cui Jie wiped the sweat from her forehead with her arm and said, "I couldn't find a good rice and flour chef a few days ago, which led to poor business. Thanks to tattoos, my business has recovered. I have now found a new rice and flour shop. The sesame paste there is especially fragrant, and my business is back on track.
I also think privately that relying on tattoos to attract customers is not a long-term solution. The food must be delicious and we must be diligent so that the business can be stable. "

Don’t say, Sister Cui has a very simple mind.

"Okay, Sister Cui has a good idea. Give me four baskets of steamed buns, four bowls of noodle soup, and four bowls of soy milk."

"Brother Zhou, go back to the store and wait. I'll bring it to you later."

After Cui Jie finished speaking, she started to add the noodles in the soup.

Just as Zhou Xuan was about to leave, he turned around and saw Mu Hua smiling at the guests, and her smile was no longer as stiff as it had been in the previous two days.

"Sister Cui, Muhua's illness seems to be getting better these days?"

"Yes, he smiles very sweetly now. When I see him smile, I feel motivated to do business."

As Cuijie said this, she turned around to look at Muhua.

"It's good to laugh."

Zhou Xuan was also infected and returned to the store with a smile.

Jingyi's shop wasn't too busy in the morning, but Cuijie's shop was busy after 9:30 and there were basically few customers.

Muhua came to the store to play kaleidoscope with Xiao Fuzi.

The two of them looked at each other, laughing foolishly as they did so.

Zhou Xuan was a little annoyed that the two were too boring, so he had fun for a while and found a paper-making shop, which usually had iron wire in stock.

Zhou Xuan bought a piece, bent it into an iron ring with pliers, and made a long-handled iron hook, and handed it to Xiao Fuzi: "Go ahead and play, take Muhua with you."

“I can’t play.”

Rolling iron rings is not popular in Xiao Fuzi's hometown.

Zhou Xuan set an example for the two of them. He used an iron hook and pushed the iron ring while jogging, which made Xiao Fuzi's eyes pop out.

"Master, you have so many ways to play."

"That's nothing. Just play with it for now. I'll teach you how to play the Dhulu next time."

After Zhou Xuan successfully handed over the iron hooks and iron rings, he went into the store to make tea.

The tea had just been brewed when Siming arrived.

"Young sir! I found the monk ghost you wanted."

Siming was holding a beautiful little box containing a flat bone.

"The monk's soul is attached to his bones." Siming said.

"I'll see."

Zhou Xuan picked up the tooth and pressed it against the bone. Suddenly, a black gas came out of the bone and drilled into the tooth.

He put his ear to the handle of the bone tooth and heard a faint Buddhist sound.

"This soul is not an ordinary monk. He was the abbot of Qiye Temple during his lifetime."

"Okay, use it to make the Flower-picking Hand Seal." Zhou Xuan took the bone to the inner hall...

ps: I have updated 6,200 words. It’s a bit late. I’ll update it earlier tomorrow.

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