Day and night tour

Chapter 201 Peach Blossom Girl

Zhou Xuan crossed out a record of clearing injustice on the Clearing Injustice Talisman. The surrounding environment distorted and condensed into a white light.

After the white light disappeared, Zhou Xuan had already carried the Skeleton Monk to the Totem Hall.

The familiar blood tree waved its branches towards Zhou Xuan in the distance, as if welcoming an old friend.

"Shuzi, here I come."

Zhou Xuan carried the bones and walked all the way to the tree.

He first placed the Skeleton Monk under the Blood Tree and reminded the Blood Tree: "Tree, be careful. This skeleton is mine. Don't break it."

He was afraid that the blood tree would beat the hell stone like it did last time and smash the bones into pieces.

Shenqi took the remains of the wine-boiling monk and the king of monuments, and finally made such a treasure. Now it is going to be smashed by the blood tree. Wouldn't Shenqi be filled with grief?

After listening to Zhou Xuan's instructions, the blood tree extended a branch and gently "stroked" the white bone monk's shiny forehead with a very friendly attitude.

Zhou Xuan was relieved then and slowly sat down under the tree. Before going down to the blood well, he first learned a new tattoo pattern.

Two branches wrapped around Zhou Xuan's left and right arms, conveying the new tattoo to him through his mind.

Zhou Xuan had been holding back for two inches of incense before coming to the Totem Hall this time. As he expected, Blood Tree taught him a total of six tattoo designs this time.

The first picture was a tattered coffin, which was tied with dirty hemp ropes.

The second picture shows a ghost-head knife with blood stains on the blade.

The third one is a paper banner.

"These three sets are full of Yin energy."

After Zhou Xuan understood the methods and taboos of these three tattoos, he sighed.

who knows,
The next three tattoos were filled with even more yin energy, so yin that frost formed on Zhou Xuan's eyebrows.

There are pits filled with blood, long rivers with countless floating corpses, and towering mountains built of bones.

Pits, long rivers, and high mountains, these three tattoos, Zhou Xuan only had their appearances emerging in his mind, and he smelled a strong scent of death.

After the six tattoos were engraved on the heart, the branches of the blood tree retracted and the whole tree began to wither.

"Thank you for your hard work, Shuzi."

After Zhou Xuan patted the blood tree gently, he began to dig into the blood well.

To dig into the blood well, one must first perform a well-opening ceremony to dig a hole for the blood well.

The well-opening ceremony is recorded in the Fu Jing, and it is not difficult overall. The core is Zhou Xuan’s tattoo of “the monk looking at the moon”.

As a devout believer of the Blood Well, you will receive its blessing - a small part of the law of time.

When the incense level is low, the laws cannot be used, but with this part of the time law, the real channel of the blood well can be opened.

The passage is narrow, but it allows believers to enter the blood well.

The tattoo of "Monk Gazing at the Moon" contains the law of time.

Zhou Xuan spread the tattoo of "Eminent Monk Gazing at the Moon" on the ground, cut his palm and spilled blood, then used the tattoo as the center to draw a simple map of the Blood Well Temple with blood.

When blood drips,
The eyes in the Blood Well Secret Realm burst out with a divine gaze.

As his eyes gazed, a bloody vortex appeared in the area where the blood was spilled.

The whirlpool occasionally rolled out some bloody red blood, splashing onto Zhou Xuan's body.

The passage to the Blood Well opened.

Zhou Xuan took out his pocket watch, adjusted the pointer to 12 o'clock, and told the White Bone Monk: "When the pointer points to 'one', you pull me up."

One foot of incense can burn for half an hour.

A three-foot incense stick can burn for an hour and a half.

According to the talisman scripture "Blood Well Enlightenment Sutra", one must get out of the well within three feet of incense.

Zhou Xuan was more cautious. He felt that waiting an hour and a half would be too risky and he needed to leave some room for error, so he set the time for pulling people in at one hour.

The White Bone Monk nodded.

Only then did Zhou Xuan let the White Bone Monk wrap the Black Water Chain around his waist.

"Shuzi, the Tattoo Ancient Clan has a deep bond with you. I want to find out what their grand plan spanning three hundred years is. You must protect me and go back to the time when the Ancient Clan's plan began."

The withered blood tree struggled and shook its dry branches to show that it understood.

Zhou Xuan no longer had any worries and jumped directly into the well.

"puff"

After a sound of blood splashing, Zhou Xuan entered a world filled with blood.
A strange sticky feeling clung to Zhou Xuan's entire body, and a buzzing sound came from his ears.

His body was sinking rapidly. As he sank deeper and deeper, Zhou Xuan began to get familiar with the environment in the blood well. The tinnitus disappeared, but was replaced by all kinds of strange whispers.

"Sir, would you like to buy some ice cream? 12 cents."

"Old man, come in and play, the new lady is very beautiful."

"Sir, what would you like to eat?"

"My love, you are the best at fooling me. Every time you say you will redeem me, but I never see you do it. You are such a liar, a scholar."

Listening to the tone and wording of these whispers, time seems to be going back at a very fast speed.

"The sky is dry and everything is dry, be careful about the fire."

at last,

With a clear and crisp sound of the night watchman,

There was no longer any blood around Zhou Xuan.
He was standing by a big river. It was already evening. The wheat beside the river was green, and the willows were sprouting new green leaves. The surroundings were desolate, and he didn't know where the sound of the night watchman came from.

"The water of Mingjiang River is deep and deep. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, people sing about lanterns. Joy comes from the water of Lantern Festival..."

A melodious fisherman's song, along the turbid waves of the Ming River, reached Zhou Xuan's ears.

He looked around and saw a small boat paddling on the waves towards the shore.

The boatman was rowing at the stern, and a young man in a white Confucian robe was sitting at the bow, with his head lowered, as if he was taking a nap.

"Young man, are you going to cross the river?"

The boatman saw Zhou Xuan standing upright on the shore and thought it was a business trip, so he asked loudly.

There was no one around Zhou Xuan, and the boatman's voice was so loud, so he was certainly not shouting at the young man on the boat.

"Can he see me?"

Zhou Xuan discovered that the time travel in the blood well was different from that in the cleansing talisman.

Going back to the past through the Cleansing Sutra, the past was just an image, but after the Blood Well went back in time, it turned out to be a real reality.

"I won't cross the river. I'm going to take a look at the scenery." Zhou Xuan replied helplessly, turned around and walked towards the road on the shore.

His time travel was not caused by rootless water, but by the bond between the blood tree and the ancient tattoo clan.

Blood Tree would not send him away randomly, it had to be related to the Tattoo Ancient Clan's big plan.

But where is the trace of the ancient tattoo tribe on this desolate riverside?

"Look again." Zhou Xuan muttered.

The boatman on the river boat, seeing that Zhou Xuan was not interested in business, stopped talking, continued singing folk songs, and rowed the boat to the shore.

"Sir, let's go ashore."

The boatman reminded the young people on the boat.

"Oh."

The young man raised his head, took out small change from his belt to pay for the crossing, and looked at Zhou Xuan who was gradually walking away, and shouted,
"Little brother, aren't you a local?"

The young man untied the belt chain around his waist, put it on his shoulder, then put one hand to his mouth and shouted at Zhou Xuan.

"Indeed not."

Zhou Xuan stopped and preached to the young man.

"It's getting dark now. There are evil spirits and demons roaming around nearby. You can't wander around, or you might lose your life."

The young man quickly caught up with Zhou Xuan and said, "There is a Pengjia Town nearby. I live there. If you don't mind, come back with me and stay at my house for a night. It won't be too late to continue our journey tomorrow."

"Then respect is worse than obeying orders."

Now that Zhou Xuan has come to the past "three hundred years ago", he no longer needs to be so cautious.

"The Blood Well goes back in time. There is no life or death, but one will be haunted by the whispers of the gods. Those who gain enlightenment in the well must remember, remember."

The original text in the talisman scripture has reminded Zhou Xuan that in the time when he went back to the blood well, he had no concept of "life and death".

Since there is no concept of "life and death", what is there to be cautious about?

Besides, there is a time limit for him to go down the well. He has to come out of the well within three feet of incense. If he comes cautiously and leaves cautiously, he will not be able to accomplish anything.

So, after the young man extended an "olive branch" to Zhou Xuan, Zhou Xuan readily agreed.

"Since you agree, then please come with me. My last name is Peng Sheng. May I ask what your name is?"

"Zhou Xuan."

Zhou Xuan preached to Peng Sheng.

"Okay, Brother Zhou, meeting is fate. Stay at my house tonight and we'll drink a few cups of rice wine to relieve our fatigue."

Peng Sheng was very hospitable, and even Zhou Xuan suspected that such a hospitable person might have something to hide.

Otherwise, why didn't Peng Sheng fear that Zhou Xuan was a bad guy?

Zhou Xuan immediately penetrated his perception into Peng Sheng's body.

As a result, as soon as the perception entered the body, it immediately disappeared into the sea and naturally dissipated within Peng Sheng's body.

"Is this person too powerful, or is my perception not working in the retrospective world?"

Zhou Xuan was very surprised. Ever since he became a psychic, his perception had been great. After being blessed by the golden moon in the blood well, his perception had even reached its peak. How could it be so easily dispelled by others?

"Brother Zhou, although you only have two incense sticks, your perception exceeds that of many masters with seven incense sticks. This is rare."

Peng Sheng not only eliminated Zhou Xuan's perception, but also figured out Zhou Xuan's level of incense.

"I am just showing off my skills in front of an expert. May I ask how many incense sticks would you like to offer, Brother Peng?" Zhou Xuan asked.

Peng Sheng made the shape of the number eight.

Eight incense sticks?
Zhou Xuan was immediately shocked. No wonder Peng Sheng dared to be so warm and hospitable, not at all afraid that he, Zhou Xuan, was a bad guy.

——If you, brother, fail to live up to my hospitality, I, Peng, also know a few tricks of the trade.

"Brother Peng is very good at Taoism and has a good heart. I want to ask you something. Do you know if there is an ancient tattoo tribe nearby?"

"Brother Zhou, I am the high priest of the Tattoo Clan."

“……”Zhou Xuan.

No wonder the blood tree sent him to the deserted riverside.

"Outsiders like to call us the Tattoo Ancient Clan, but we, the Tattoo Clan, like to call ourselves the Tree Clan. You should know the origin of the name Tree Clan. I smell the scent of bone needles from you."

It was difficult for Zhou Xuan to keep any secrets in front of Peng Sheng.

"Are you the Zhou family's Nuo god?" Peng Sheng asked again.

Zhou Xuan had nothing else to say, so he could only admit it and said, "I came here because of rumors that the Tree Clan wanted to crucify Da Nuo..."

"I don't know who likes to talk nonsense. The Tattoo Tree Clan has no grudges against the Zhou Family Nuo God, so why would they crucify the Great Nuo to death?"

Peng Sheng had no reason to lie to Zhou Xuan, otherwise, with his skills, it would be too easy for him to nail Zhou Xuan to death on the spot.

"At this time, the Tattoo Ancient Clan has not yet begun to crucify Da Nuo, and the Ancient Clan's grand plan has not yet begun."

Zhou Xuan thought of this and stopped talking. He followed Peng Sheng towards Pengjia Town. On the way, Zhou Xuan asked Peng Sheng about the knowledge of "Tree Tribe Tattoo".

It's not easy to meet a tattoo artist like Bazhuxiang.

The opportunity to receive guidance from a master is extremely rare.

"Brother Peng, my second sect practices tree tattoos. I have learned many tattoo patterns, but most of them are for others and are of no use to me."

This was the question Zhou Xuan had when practicing "Tattoo Hall", and as his practice progressed, the question became more and more obvious.

From Zhou Xuan's current perspective, the tattoos of the Ci Gu tribe are completely different from his own tattoos.

It is a bit like "Dragon Hunting" which is divided into induction and acupoint pressing, and Bone Elderly will be divided into pain and prayer.

The most powerful evidence is the tattoo patterns of Peng Long and Peng Hu, which Xueshu did not teach him.

Xueshu has already taught Zhou Xuan the tattoo pattern of Liuzhuxiang, but the tattoo pattern of Penglong and Penghu has not appeared yet.

Either Peng Long and Peng Hu's cultivation has surpassed Liu Zhuxiang's, and their tattoo patterns are behind, so Zhou Xuan has not yet learned them with his current progress of cultivation; or the ancient tribe's tattoos and the tree tribe's tattoos have become two branches, and the two tattoo patterns are very different.

Peng Long and Peng Hu must not have six incense sticks, otherwise they would have been sensed by the magic weapon of Mingjiang Mansion long ago.

Therefore, there is only one possibility, that the Ancient Clan Tattoo and the Tree Clan Tattoo have formed two branches of the hall.

Although they are two branches, Zhou Xuan feels that the ancient tribe's tattoos are too strong.

After those ancient tribesmen got tattoos on their bodies, it was like they had an evil ghost in their bodies. This evil ghost could help them kill people and was extremely powerful and destructive.

But the tattoos of the Tree Clan are all for helping others, such as the "Flower Picking Finger" tattoo, which helps Si Yuer suppress her blood-well madness, and the "Destroy the King, Bless You" tattoo, which helps Gu Ling continue her incense...

Helping others is so domineering, and Zhou Xuan also made a lot of money and favors by this means.

But the tattoo couldn't help him, which really puzzled Zhou Xuan - the tattoo's fame couldn't have been gained by helping others along the way.

"Of course not." Peng Sheng said, "Have you ever learned the white tiger head tattoo of "Tianjun"? "

"Learned."

"Then you can watch it."

Peng Sheng pointed forward and the bone needles in his sleeves flew out like iron tree and silver hooks. After continuous dots and strokes in the air, they actually formed a white tiger head tattoo suspended in the air.

"See? This tattoo doesn't need to be tattooed on human skin. It can exist independently."

Peng Sheng shouted in the direction of the white tiger head tattoo: "Open the door to the underworld."

The white tiger head in the tattoo let out a series of low roars. Under the intimidating sound pressure, a faint black gas suddenly appeared in front, forming a huge black gate.

Wandering souls kept walking out of the door, and when they passed by Zhou Xuan, the temperature around him dropped a lot.

"See clearly, the tattoos of the tree tribe, if you comprehend them thoroughly, can unleash divine powers."

Peng Sheng said.

The white tiger head is the totem of "Tianjun", who can open the door between the underworld and the human world.

Zhou Xuan was dumbfounded. He never expected that the tattoos of the Tree Clan could be so powerful.

"The tattoos borrow the power of the gods. This is absolutely true." Peng Sheng added: "The Tree Clan uses the twenty-four gods as their hall. The disciples of the hall do tattoos every day to collect incense. They are comprehending how the aura of the gods is formed.

After a while, the temperature will be right, and the bone teeth will be able to condense divine tattoos in the air and perform divine methods. "

Zhou Xuan listened with fascination. He had heard from his fifth senior brother that all the gangs that used tools as weapons had similar methods. Now it seemed that the bone needles for tattoos were not that simple.

"Your understanding is not deep now, and the tattoo can only be a wedding dress for others. In the future, when your understanding is deep, the incense is high, and the bones and teeth are connected with your mind, then you will understand what the twenty-four gods are."

Peng Sheng's advice opened Zhou Xuan's eyes.

At this time, the two of them had already arrived at Pengjia Town.

The town was very big. There was an extremely large and thick peach tree in the center of the town. Stone houses were everywhere on the streets. There were many people on the streets, and their faces were full of friendly people. When they passed by Peng Sheng, they bent down and bowed, and at the same time looked at Zhou Xuan with very strange eyes.

Although the look was odd, it was not aggressive.

"The people in Pengjia Town are all my clansmen. There are almost no outsiders coming into the town. They would find you strange if they saw you were a stranger."

Peng Sheng brought Zhou Xuan into a spacious stone house, where a girl in a silk skirt was feeding mulberry leaves to the white silkworms in the yard.

"Brother, he's back? Who is he?"

"He is Brother Zhou, and he has a great affinity with our Tattoo Hall. It is getting late today, and there is a fierce ghost outside the town. I am afraid that he cannot handle it, so I invited him to stay at my home for one night."

Peng Sheng introduced Zhou Xuan again: "This is my sister, the peach blossom girl chosen by our tree tribe."

Afraid that Zhou Xuan didn't understand the meaning of "Peach Blossom Girl", Peng Sheng explained: "Peach Blossom Girl is the woman who married the God of Heaven. The ancestral tree of our Tattoo Tree Clan is the peach tree."

The peach tree he was talking about was the blood tree in the totem temple.

When Zhou Xuan heard what Peng Sheng said, he became very curious and asked, "Brother Peng, besides the Zhou family's Nuo God, are there other gods who have not fallen?"

"The god of our tree clan has fallen. This time, we will use the sacrifice to create a god by fusing the three gods in the sky."

Man-made God?
Zhou Xuan held his cheek, thinking - could this be the Tattoo Ancient Clan's grand plan spanning three hundred years?
"The sacrifice to the gods will begin tomorrow afternoon. Brother Zhou, are you willing to stay and watch the ceremony?"

"I'm an outsider, isn't that bad?"

Zhou Xuan pretended to be hesitant, but in fact he was eager to stay and watch the ceremony. This sacrifice to the gods might be the beginning of his tattoo plan.

"You are currently considered a half-Tree Tattoo disciple, not an outsider."

Zhou Xuan has two incense sticks, one is for the storyteller and the other is for the tattoo. It makes sense to say that he is half a tattooed disciple.

"Then I will watch the ceremony."

Zhou Xuan just agreed, and at this moment, he felt a tightness in his waist.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful force pulled Zhou Xuan up, and everything around him turned back into sticky red blood.

His body was rising rapidly. After the White Bone Monk pulled Zhou Xuan out of the blood well again, Zhou Xuan lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

He saw a lot of purple spots on his body - corpse spots that only appear on dead people.

The pointer of the pocket watch by the well just pointed to "one".

"There is so much death energy condensed in my body."

Zhou Xuan stared at the purple spots on his body. After several minutes, the purple spots faded a little bit.

"The talisman scripture says that I can only stay in the blood well for three incense sticks at most. Now it seems that if I stay too long, I am afraid that the dead energy in my body will accumulate. By then, it will be hard to say whether I will be alive or dead."

Zhou Xuan looked at the large patches of purple corpse spots that had not yet faded and did not dare to risk going down the blood well again.

"Wait until the purple corpse spots have completely dispersed before proceeding."

Zhou Xuan bent down, picked up the tattoo of "Senior Monk Gazing at the Moon", put it away again, and then left the Totem Hall.

……

After finishing the trip to the Totem Temple, Zhou Xuan went to the water room which was open all day, fetched two thermoses of boiling water, went home and diluted the boiling water with cold water to make it milder, and took a bath.

After finishing, Zhou Xuan changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, thinking about Peng Wen’s shocking words - the Tattooed Tree Clan wanted to create a god.

"That group of people don't look crazy."

Zhou Xuan sighed as he played with the bone tooth, recalling the aura of Peng Sheng's attack in his mind.

As he was thinking, Zhou Xuan's thoughts shifted and he thought about Peng Sheng's sister.

He felt familiar with that peach blossom girl, as if he had seen her somewhere.

That figure, that height, that temperament,
"The Lantern Bride."

Zhou Xuan suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Yes, it's the Lantern Bride in the secret realm. I know who she will marry after the wedding."

The Peach Blossom Girl will marry the God of Heaven during the Heavenly Sacrifice.

The husband of the ghost lady holding the lantern must be a god, right?

"She is the Peach Blossom Girl. Three hundred years later, she entered my secret realm and became the opportunity for me to become the incense burner at the tattoo hall.

I have now returned to three hundred years ago, to her home, and even witnessed her marrying the god.

It seems to coincide with some kind of fate?"

Zhou Xuan fell into deep thought...

……

Late at night, in a villa on Jiuhui South Road,

Inside the room, Lin Xia and Feng Xigui were sleeping in each other's arms. Suddenly, the phone in the corner of the bedroom rang.

The weather was a bit cold, but Lin Xia reluctantly got out of bed and answered the phone.

"Xia, run away."

A vigorous roar came from the microphone. It was the voice of Brother Lin Xia.

"Big brother!"

"escape."

After a mighty roar and the sound of blood spilling, the microphone fell into deathly silence.

She realized something, hung up the phone, and quickly called the operator.

"Help me connect to Dongshi Street..."

"Miss, which store or house on Dongshi Street, Miss, Miss?" The operator asked gently and politely, but got no answer.

Lin Xia's telephone line was cut into two pieces by a spinning domino.

The dominoes continued to push forward with force, nailing themselves to the telephone cabinet.

"The Bone Elders Association."

The bonnet is the identity certificate of the Bone Elders Association. The bonnet in front of Lin Xia depicts a man who is absorbed in reading a book and has festering wounds all over his body.

The pattern represents "Suffering Scholar".

The dominoes have already fallen, and the old dominoes must be not far behind.

Lin Xia stared at the door carefully. To be more precise, she stared at the door handle.

But she never expected that an old man suddenly came out of the wall behind her.

The "divine armor and horse" on the old man's chest was shining with golden luster.

The Divine Horse and Armor is a common magical tool in the City God's Hall.

The old man used his armored horse to penetrate the wall, silently got behind Lin Xia, and grabbed her neck.

The five fangs on Lin Xia's face protruded from the skin, and one of them had already spit out, bending to nail the person behind her.

The painful scholar hooked the middle finger of his left hand, and the fang stopped obediently.

"What are you doing?" Feng Xigui woke up from his sleep when he heard something was wrong and rushed towards the suffering scholar.

The scholar of pain pointed with his left hand, and the fangs changed direction and pierced Feng Xigui's forehead.

Poo tom!

Feng Xigui lay on his back on the ground, his eyes motionless.

Lin Xia was very sad to see her husband being nailed to death by her fangs, but her throat was restrained, so she could not cry out and could only let her tears flow like a river.

"The Liaogui Hall is too small. It would be beneath my dignity to fight with you."

The painful scholar grasped the fang that had pierced Lin Xia's face with his left hand, and pulled it out inch by inch, causing Lin Xia's body to tremble with pain.

"Tsk tsk, what nice teeth! I'm so sorry, Miss Lin, my godson will soon die, and his spirit bones and spirit blood cannot be cut off..."

ps: Brothers, muah, today is still a big chapter, muah.

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