Day and night tour

Chapter 162: Buddhist and Taoist Souls
Zhou Xuan looked at the tattoo in his hand and pondered.
Siming went to invite Liu Qingguang, and he greeted Butler Bai who was waiting outside the hall.

"Lao Bai, get Lao Liu here."

"Yes, sir."

Butler Bai agreed and went to the conference room to call Liu Qingguang.

Siming put his hands behind his back and went to the small courtyard in front of Fuyuan Hall to walk and relax.

He is an open-minded person. He knows that he is old and there is a generation gap and estrangement between him and Zhou Xuan and Si Yuer.

Young people always like new and trendy things, just like school opera. After listening to only a few excerpts, he felt that the singing was fake, loud and empty, and the body movements were not well-groomed, so he didn't like to listen to it. But young people like to listen to it. There are always reasons and preferences for young people.

"Maybe it's not that the school play is bad, it's just that I'm old."

Siming sighed like this, and felt from the bottom of his heart that only young people can understand young people, and only young people can play together with young people.

In that case, instead of being an old-fashioned person ruining the atmosphere in the hall, it would be better to let Si Yuer and Zhou Xuan stay together and chat happily.

Of course, Siming did not particularly trust Zhou Xuan. After several contacts with this young gentleman, he felt that Zhou Xuan was a very decent person, and also had the wildness of a young man. However, "you can't know a man's heart by his face", and no one could be sure that Zhou Xuan was not a beast in human clothing. If he had any ill intentions towards his daughter, wouldn't he be inviting a wolf into the house?

Therefore, although Si Ming made room, he did not go far, to ensure that if Si Yuer had any problems, he would be able to help her the first time.

After Siming left, the atmosphere in the room became much more relaxed and lively.

Si Yuer was an extrovert who could drink and play finger-guessing games with coachmen and grooms. She was a social tough guy. Zhou Xuan was very neatly dressed and handsome. He was also the "tattoo artist" she had heard of and admired for several days. She had a good impression of him, so she became even more relaxed.

She took the initiative to start a conversation with Zhou Xuan.

"Brother Zhou, have you watched a movie recently? I read in the newspaper that there is a new movie released, starring Zeng Kong and Huang Yanni, a crime movie. Huang Yanni died in a secret room, and Zeng Kong went to investigate the case.

You know Zeng Kong, right? He's an actor, the best actor in Jing country. Huang Yanni is also very beautiful. I heard she was born in the opera industry. She used to sing in Pingshui Prefecture. She has a very good figure..."

Zhou Xuan became more and more confused as he listened, and asked, "Miss Si, aren't you worried about what you're carrying on your back?"

"Then there's nothing to worry about."

Si Yuer poked her chest and said, "Don't look at me as a young lady. In fact, my life is quite hard. You know, I am a psychic of the Blood Well. Otherwise, you wouldn't come to do a tattoo for me. It is said that after a psychic of the Blood Well is psychic, he can only live for another five years at most.
This is my fourth year. If it weren't for your Buddha head tattoo, I would have gone completely crazy.
Now that I have recovered my spirits, I can live a normal life. I can earn more every day I live. No matter what I have on my back, I will eat and drink. While I am in good spirits, I will watch a few more movies and visit the rouge and powder shop a few more times. It is worth my good luck to be reborn into the Si family."

Zhou Xuan was very impressed by Si Yuer's optimistic character.

He smiled and said, "The blood well is spiritual, but it's not all bad. It has good sides, for example, it has strong perception, it can hear many things that normal people can't hear, it can see many things that normal people can't see, and it can see the blood well and see many secrets from the blood well, which satisfies the gossip sense."

"Hey, you are also a psychic of the Blood Well, why do you know so much?" Si Yuer stood up, grabbed the pastry and handed a piece to Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan took the osmanthus cake and said with a smile: "I am not a psychic of the Blood Well, but my teacher is."

"Who is your teacher? Maybe I know him." Si Yuer asked again.

"My teacher is a master with a strong sense of perception. We have never met, but he communicates with me through dreams. We have talked about many things about the Blood Well."

Zhou Xuan just kept talking nonsense.

"Then your teacher must be very good?"

"He's very powerful. He gave me a lot of guidance." Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

Si Yuer thought of this and said, "Oh, I think I guessed who your teacher is."

Uh? I just made it up, and you can guess it?

"Let me tell you my guess."

Si Yuer said: "You understand tattoos. According to my parents, you are from a mysterious ancient tattoo clan. Your teacher can enter your dreams. The Blood Well psychic, even if it is through powerful perception, needs to know who you are in advance!

You, the Tattoo Ancient Clan, are so mysterious. The only person who can know who you are is another Tattoo Ancient Clan member. Am I right?"

"Then what?" Zhou Xuan neither denied nor confirmed.

"Your teacher is a psychic from the Blood Well, and he is also from the Tattoo Ancient Clan. He is also very powerful. So he can only be the Hundred-Eyed High Priest of your Tattoo Ancient Clan."

Zhou Xuan had no idea who the "High Priest of a Hundred Eyes" was, nor did he know where Si Yuer knew the name "High Priest of a Hundred Eyes".

"Did I guess right?"

Si Yuer just wanted to know whether her answer was correct or not.

"My teacher is not the High Priest of the Hundred Eyes. He is more powerful than the Hundred Eyes." Zhou Xuan said confidently.

His real teacher is Yuan Buyu, the storyteller of Seven Incense Sticks. He is most likely more powerful than the High Priest of the Hundred Eyes, and it is not a lie.

"Can it be even more powerful?" Si Yu'er was fascinated by what she heard. She shook her head and said, "I really don't know if there is a more powerful Blood Well Psychic."

Zhou Xuan asked: "Ms. Si..."

"Don't call me Miss Si, you can call me Dayuer, or call me by my nickname..."

"What's your nickname?"

"Star-picking holy hand!"

“……”Zhou Xuan.

What a childish nickname! No wonder Si Yuer named herself “Yu Zhaixing” in the Xuejing Society.

"I've been going really crazy in the past two years. My father chained me up and I couldn't go anywhere. When I wasn't crazy, I would read novels.

In those novels, the thieves are all called Star Pickers. I want to be better than them, so I should be called Star Picker Saint Hands!"

Miss is really a middle school student. If you are really like this, then I have to tell you a story about "The White-Eyebrowed Hero".

Don’t say anything, talk about Cao Cao and Cao Cao will appear.

Si Yuer, who was so optimistic, actually sighed when she talked about martial arts novels and said, "It's a pity, Brother Zhou, do you know that there is a serial in the newspaper recently called White Eyebrow Hero!?"

"Is there~?"

"Someone published White Eyebrow Hero's novel in the newspaper, but it was not completed. It was only written for 16 chapters, and then there was no follow-up."

My buddy was in the Zhou Family Class and the Huang Family Lotus Temple, and he only talked up to episode 16, and didn’t continue the story after that, so of course there was no follow-up.

"I can't sleep at night because I can't read the next news." Si Yuer said, "I asked Butler Bai to find out."

"What did you find out?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"The White-Eyebrowed Hero is a story told by the young master of the Zhou Clan in Pingshui Prefecture. I heard that his storytelling sessions were very popular. During the days when he was telling the story, the Zhou Clan was packed with people. Some people even walked more than ten miles to listen to him.
By the way, he also went to the Lotus Temple and read to the Lotus Lady of the Huangmen. I heard that there was a performance... It was very exciting.

I wanted Butler Bai to spend money to hire the young master to come to my house to give lectures, but unfortunately, the head master of the Zhou family class said that the young master had returned to his hometown and would not return to Pingshui Prefecture for a few months at the shortest, or a year or two at the longest. I don’t know if I will live to wait for him to come back to give lectures.”

"Don't worry, you can wait."

Zhou Xuan said with certainty.

"You are so sure... that your tattoo can definitely cure my madness?"

Whether or not insanity can be cured is another matter, but if you are really on your deathbed, I can still tell you about the story of the hero Duan Baimei.

Zhou Xuan smiled mischievously and said, "Let's not talk about the book for now. Dayu'er, let me ask you, how do you know that the chief priest of our ancient tattoo tribe has a hundred eyes?"

Zhou Xuan didn’t know whether the ancient tattoo tribe had a high priest with a hundred eyes, so he assumed for now that it did.

"Oh, the one-eyed one saw it."

Si Yuer said.

"One-eye? What one-eye?"

"This is it."

Si Yuer grabbed a red string from her neck and took it off. It was a pendant.

The pendant is not a gem, nor a Buddha statue, but an amber eye.

The pupils of the amber eyes were somewhat deep, and Zhou Xuan felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he held them in his hands.

The eyes gave off an aura that was very familiar to him.

"I picked this eye out from the blood well." Si Yuer said.

“……”Zhou Xuan.

No wonder the smell is so familiar.
but,

The eyes in the blood well can actually be picked?

"I heard the teacher describe the Blood Well. He said there was an ancient temple in the Blood Well. There were many eyes growing on the temple walls. Where did you pick your eyes?"

"I caught it right there." Si Yuer explained, "In the first two years of my spiritualism, my madness wasn't very serious, and I didn't know how to enter the blood well.
Until the end of the year before last, my blood well disease suddenly became more serious. Then one day, I don’t know what happened, I entered the blood well, and I saw many eyes on the temple wall. Each eye flew to my side like a butterfly and circled around me.

I reached out and grabbed one."

Si Yuer said this, pointed at the amber eye and said, "That's the eye!"

The eye in the blood well was brought into reality by Si Yuer! ?

It sounded unbelievable, but that amber eye clearly carried the aura of a blood well.

Si Yuer said: "This eye helped me see many things. For example, I saw the chief priest of your ancient tribe. Every time he entered the blood well, he would perform a strange ceremony and chant some strange spells.

At the end of the ceremony, he looked up at the sky where snow was falling in the blood well and said with his mind - High Priest Baiyan of the Tattoo Ancient Clan, pray for the blessing of the blood well.

Every time this happened, an eye from the blood well would fly to his body and become an 'eye' tattoo on his body.

Although his words are only thoughts, I can hear them with this eye."

Zhou Xuan understood after hearing this.

The bloody well is a White Walker!

The White Walkers are on par with the gods, and if the gods can bestow blessings, then the Blood Well can naturally bestow blessings.

From a certain perspective, divination is indeed the initial stage of borrowing the power of the Blood Well.

Blessing requires a ritual to complete.

Can the amber eye in Si Yuer's hand witness many blessing ceremonies?
The eldest daughter of the Si family accidentally grabbed an eye from the blood well. It was extremely valuable, but she herself didn't know how to use it.

Zhou Xuan brought the amber eyes to his own eyes and stared at them carefully, but he felt that the eyes had no connection with him at all. Naturally, he had no idea of ​​those strange scenes.

The eyes that Si Yuer grabbed out can only be used by herself.

"I'll have to ask Si Yu'er more often in the future, maybe I can find a blessing that suits me."

Zhou Xuan thought.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Si Yuer’s madness can be cured. Otherwise, if she goes crazy, this eye and the secret of the blessing of the blood well will be buried.

While Zhou Xuan and Si Yuer were having a pleasant conversation, Siming came in with Liu Qingguang.

……

Liu Qingguang was limping. He had run away when facing the spirit snake of the ancient tattoo tribe, so Siming punished him by stabbing him in the thigh with a gold pen.

My leg injury has not healed yet and I can't walk properly.

Today, he was notified by Butler Bai to come to the Si Mansion. He felt uneasy, thinking that Master Si was causing trouble for him again.

Only when Butler Bai told him that he was not being punished but was here to do something for him did he feel at ease.

But as soon as Liu Qingguang entered the Fuyuan Hall and met Zhou Xuan, he felt unwell again and cold sweat broke out on his forehead involuntarily.

A thief needs good eyesight and memory. Liu Qingguang naturally remembered who Zhou Xuan was!
"Isn't this... isn't this the guy whose wallet was picked by Blue Eyes at the train station?"

Liu Qingguang's heart began to beat fast.

"Young sir, Old Liu called you over." Siming greeted Zhou Xuan warmly. Seeing Si Yu'er's smiling face, he added, "Young people still have common topics. Seeing Yu'er's smile, you two must have had a happy chat."

Si Yuer pointed at Zhou Xuan and said, "Brother Zhou is a very nice person."

"It's mainly because Dayu... Miss Si is more talkative." Zhou Xuan also agreed.

The more Zhou Xuan, Si Yuer and Siming spoke, the more Liu Qingguang's heart rose to his throat.

He was afraid that Zhou Xuan was here to cause trouble for him because of the wallet theft at the train station. If that was the case, Liu Qingguang felt that he would lose his other leg.

"Old Liu, it's been a while since we met at the train station." Zhou Xuan said to Liu Qingguang.

Liu Qingguang was immediately frightened to the point of looking pale, as he knew the methods of Hall Master Si very well.

Siming asked Zhou Xuan: "Do you and Lao Liu know each other?"

"We met once at the train station. This guy, Lao Liu..."

Liu Qingguang felt his knees were shaking.

"Very moral."

"Huh!" When Liu Qingguang heard Zhou Xuan's comments, he immediately let out a breath, and his heart was filled with happiness, as if he had been reborn.

"Thank you for your compliment, young sir." Liu Qingguang quickly bowed to Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Old Liu, you are a capable person. I am deeply impressed by your eyes. I asked Master Si to find you so that you can help me and Miss Si with our eyes!"

Liu Qingguang straightened his back a lot. As long as it was not a punishment, it would not be difficult for him to help with ten things, let alone one thing.

He asked carefully, "May I ask how you judge the appearance, young master?"

"Look at our backs." Zhou Xuan said, "I always feel like we are both carrying something on our backs."

Liu Qingguang was a little afraid to look, not because he was afraid that he would not be able to see anything, but because he was afraid that he would really see something about Miss Si, which would make Master Si in a bad mood, and he would suffer as well.

"My eyes... are a little ominous. Looking at the backs of Mr. Xiao and Miss Si, I'm afraid..."

"Just take a look if I tell you to. Why are you wasting time talking? Just take a look. No matter what you see, I won't blame you." Siming gave Liu Qingguang a shot of prevention.

Liu Qingguang then looked at Zhou Xuan. He had a double pupil in his right eye.

Double pupils, also known as double pupils, are two pupils in one eyeball, both of which are congenital. People can see many strange things, which is a rare talent in a sense.

But Liu Qingguang's double pupils are not very good-looking, one pupil is big and the other is small, like a gourd.

As he stared more and more intently, a drop of blood appeared on the white of his right eye.

The blood spread out, dyeing his right eye red, and the gourd eye emitted a strange light.

"Look, there is a Taoist priest on the young master's back."

"What does a Taoist priest look like?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"A goatee and a friendly face..." Liu Qingguang racked his brains to think of words to describe the Taoist's appearance.

Siming scolded: "What's the point of just saying words? Take a pen and write them down." After that, he handed Liu Qingguang a unscrewed pen and a small notebook that he carried with him.

Liu Qingguang held a pen and drew on the paper while looking at the Taoist priest on Zhou Xuan's back.

People who can see "extraordinary things" are all good at drawing. It's not that they are born dexterous, but they often need to draw the "things" they see. As they draw more often, their drawing skills naturally improve.

Moreover, this type of people has an advantage that even professional painters do not have - they draw what they see, without any artistic processing, and the paintings they draw are objective and credible.

He sketched stroke by stroke on the notebook. As a model, Zhou Xuan had the awareness of a model. He stayed where he was and did not move as much as possible so as not to delay Liu Qingguang's painting.

Si Ming didn't need to think so much. He stood next to Liu Qingguang, bent slightly, and lowered his head to look at the drawing paper.

The first half of the painting mainly depicted the Taoist's facial contours. Siming couldn't make out anything and was just looking at it blindly for fun. But when Liu Qingguang painted the Taoist's facial features on the paper stroke by stroke, Siming could see what was going on.

His eyes became more and more surprised, and he murmured, "Why is he more and more like him?"

"Who is he?" Zhou Xuan asked after hearing it.

Siming did not respond in a hurry. After all the facial features were shown on the paper, he said, "This Taoist priest is actually... actually... the former number one monk in Qiye Temple, the wine-cooking monk!"

"Master Si, the person I'm carrying on my back is a Taoist priest, not a monk," Zhou Xuan reminded.

Siming shook his head and said, "The Taoist priest behind you looks exactly like the monk who cooks wine, except that he has a bun and thicker eyebrows.

Our old hall master was a Buddhist and often went to Qiye Temple to donate money for incense. I can’t even remember how many times I went to Qiye Temple.

On the side wall of the temple's main hall hangs a portrait of a monk cooking wine. You can't make a mistake."

"The monk soul you provided me with the tattoo, was it the monk who cooked wine?"

"You can't use his wine. The monk who cooked wine has been dead for two hundred years."

During the conversation, Liu Qingguang had already finished the painting, then bowed to Zhou Xuan and said, "Young sir, you can move around now. I will paint for Miss Si."

When Zhou Xuan learned that he could move, he took two steps at a time and took the painting in his hands to look at it.

The Taoist in the painting has a fairy-like temperament, with high eyebrows that go straight into his temples, but his eyes and face do not show any aggressiveness.

Three parts of fierceness hide seven parts of peace.

"Master Si, the person Miss Si is carrying... is exactly the same as the Taoist priest, except that he is a monk."

After Liu Qingguang noticed that Si Yuer was carrying a monk on his back, he stopped moving his pen and only explained the differences between monks and Taoists.

"The monk was wearing a cassock, which was torn and dirty. His hair was not shaved clean, and he had only half an inch of hair left..."

This time, when Liu Qingguang's description fell into Siming's ears, Siming did not show much expression.

He had already accepted that the Taoist priest behind Zhou Xuan looked exactly like the wine-cooking monk, so he guessed in advance that the "thing" on his daughter's back was the wine-cooking monk.

The wine-cooking monk was originally a unique person who combined Taoism and Buddhism.

Having already guessed the answer, I no longer felt deeply touched by Liu Qingguang's words. They were nothing more than a confirmation.

"The wine-cooking monk, the wine-cooking monk from Qiye Temple!" Zhou Xuan murmured, "I used the flower-picking handprint tattoo made by the abbot of Qiye Temple, why are there two wine-cooking monks?"

"Not two, but one."

Siming said: "The wine-cooking monk was once a Taoist priest, but later returned to secular life and became a monk at Qiye Temple! He is a Buddhist and Taoist in one. It is said that there are two souls in his body. One soul is born with a Buddhist affinity, and the other soul is deeply rooted in Taoism.

In the side room of Qiye Temple, there is also a portrait of the monk who cooks wine wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist bun. "

"Master Si, how did you get the monk's soul for me? Was it obtained normally?"

Zhou Xuan felt that today's tattoo was too weird. When there were no problems with the materials, patterns, bones and teeth, the soul became the only possible source of problems.

In addition, he and Si Yuer carried the Taoist soul and Buddhist soul of the wine-boiling monk respectively, which further proved that there was something wrong with the "soul".

"Um... the abbot's senior monk is suffering from an incurable disease and won't live for many days, so I..."

"You killed him?" Zhou Xuan was a little surprised.

The laws of the Jing Kingdom have very strict protection for eminent monks. If a monk is killed at will, the Yushensi will cause big trouble for you.

"no no."

Siming said, "I asked the abbot of Qiye Temple to kill the abbot."

"There's such a digression?" Zhou Xuan only asked Siming to find the ghost of a monk, but he never expected that he would actually look for it on a living person.

"It's mainly because there haven't been any monks who passed away in Qiye Temple recently."

"Then why don't you change to another temple?" Si Yuer was also a little angry and asked her father.

“Uh…” Siming was at a loss for words.

Zhou Xuan guessed, "Could it be that the abbot monk died suddenly, and as the famous monk of Qiye Temple, the wine-cooking monk wanted to vent his anger and teach us a lesson?"

"That shouldn't be the case." Siming said that over the years, more than one or two monks had died unjustly in the Qiye Temple, and he had never heard of the legend of "the revenge of the two souls of the wine-boiling monk."

This has not been heard of for two hundred years. Why would he take action on behalf of an abbot today?

When everyone was puzzled, Zhou Xuan suddenly felt a lightness on his shoulders, and he actually stood up straighter.

Similarly, Si Yuer's body was the same as Zhou Xuan's, with her shoulders relaxed and her body standing straight.

At the same time, the talisman for cleansing injustices on Zhou Xuan's chest began to vibrate, which was a sign of encountering the "obsession for cleansing injustices".

Then, Zhou Xuan saw a monk in Taoist robes appear out of nowhere in the center of the Fuyuan Hall.

The monk was none other than the wine-drinking monk painted by Liu Qingguang.

"So it's an obsession?!"

Only then did Zhou Xuan understand what was so magical about Liu Qingguang's double-pupil gourd-shaped eyes. It was actually an eye that could see obsessions.

"Unfair... Unfair..." The wine-cooking monk's mouth moved slightly as he asked Zhou Xuan to clear his name.

At the same time, the wine-cooking monk kowtowed to Zhou Xuan while muttering.

Like the other obsessions, he kowtowed very devoutly, but Zhou Zhouxuan didn't quite understand. The first two obsessions that appeared were both obsessions consisting of dozens of dead people.

But the monk who cooks wine has become an obsession all by himself.

"injustice!"

The wine-cooking monk kowtowed to the thoughtful Zhou Xuan again, but shocked Liu Qingguang who was standing beside him.

Liu Qingguang was still in the state of double pupils and bloodshot eyes at this time. He could see the obsession, so he could naturally see clearly the unity of Buddhism and Taoism of the wine-cooking monk. He could also see that the most eminent monk of Qiye Temple two hundred years ago kowtowed to Zhou Xuan with great piety.

But he was standing opposite Zhou Xuan and could only see the back of the monk who was cooking wine, but could not see the shape of the monk's mouth when he shouted "injustice".

The wine-cooking monk kowtowed three times in a row, but Zhou Xuan did not respond.

It’s not that Zhou Xuan doesn’t want to clear the monk’s name, but there are too many people here, especially Liu Qingguang, and he is afraid of exposing the secret of the clearing of name scripture.

After Zhou Xuan thought about it for a few times, he said with a stiff upper lip: "Everyone, I have gained some insights from the tattoo handprints. I need to close my eyes and meditate. I hope you can help me and step aside."

Asking Mr. and Miss Si to stay away from the Si Mansion is somewhat unreasonable and sounds very arrogant.

Siming wanted to respond, but Si Yuer had a good impression of Zhou Xuan, so she said, "Oh, if they ask you to step aside, just step aside. Give Brother Zhou some private space."

Si Ming then walked out of the Fuyuan Hall in a bad mood, followed closely by Si Yuer. Liu Qingguang was the last one to leave.

He closed the door slightly, fearing that any noise would disturb Zhou Xuan.

"Humph, young master, you are really not shy. You treat Fuyuan Hall as your own home. If you want to close your eyes and meditate, just find a place by yourself. The Si Mansion is so big, can't you find a secluded place? "

Siming became angrier the more he spoke.

Liu Qingguang advised: "Master, please keep your voice down so that the young master won't hear you."

"So what if I heard it? Si Mansion is my home, I can't even complain a few words?"

"That young master is very important! He is the soul of the wine-cooking monk, kneeling and bowing to him." Liu Qingguang lowered his voice, fearing that Zhou Xuan and the wine-cooking monk would hear him.

They are both "big shots" and they want to tell some secrets in the Fuyuan Hall. If they hear someone making a noise outside, they are afraid of being blamed.

Liu Qingguang had been in the underworld for many years and knew that the blame from the "big shots" was much sharper than Siming's golden pen piercing his legs.

When Siming heard this, his voice lowered spontaneously, and he asked in a low voice: "Are you telling the truth?"

"I saw it all with my own eyes."

Liu Qingguang raised three fingers and said, "The wine-cooking monk kowtowed to the young master not just once, but at least three times!"

"Now that you mention it, I really remember... I heard from Madam that after Mr. Li met the young master, he was very respectful to him. I'm afraid he had already seen that the young master had a fierce background."

When Siming said this, he first pondered and then said, "Qiye Temple once had a great Buddha. The great Buddhas of Buddhism all have the theory of reincarnation. Could it be that you, young master, are the reincarnated great Buddha of Qiye Temple?"

“I’m afraid only a reincarnated Buddha can make the wine-cooking master kowtow three times in a row…” Liu Qingguang had seen that shocking scene and now he strongly believed that Zhou Xuan was the reincarnated Buddha.

"It's not just that simple. Brother Zhou has a master who is even more powerful than the High Priest of the Hundred Eyes."

Si Yuer thought about the conversation with Zhou Xuan.

"Snapped!"

Siming clapped his hands together and said excitedly, "That's right. His master should be the guide of the Great Buddha! The reincarnation of the Great Buddha is not very enlightened. The Buddhists will arrange an extremely powerful guide to enlighten him..."

The three of them were talking quietly outside the door, but Zhou Xuan didn't hear them. He only focused on the words in the Xiyuan Scroll - wash away the injustice, cook wine...

(End of this chapter)