Day and night tour

Chapter 205 Time Glacier
The painter had seen many strange people, but this was the first time he saw someone who could carry the dual secret realms of Blood Well and Divine Revelation at the same time.

Anyone who goes to the underworld to worship gods, worshiping gods is worshiping gods, and going to the underworld is going to the underworld, how can they be confused?
This is already the iron rule of cultivation in Jing State, but in Zhou Xuan's case, this iron rule was completely broken.

"It is not unjust that the Armored Incense Master died at the hands of Zhou Xuan."

Zhijiaxiang's greatest reliance in crossing borders to kill people is his large number of magic weapons, but Zhou Xuan is different - he has many secret realms.

The extraordinary power of worshiping gods in the underworld all comes from the secret realm. The effect of the superposition of two secret realms is far beyond that of the superposition of magic weapons.

To say that there were two secret realms was already exaggerated, but Zhou Xuan’s choice of secret realm was even more outrageous.

"Divine revelation is the divine path of Nuo, and walking in the underworld is the most mysterious white ghost blood well. Oh, my imagination can't keep up."

The painter sighed. He was one of the Seven Incense Sticks who had comprehended the rules, and his understanding of the "hall" was stronger than that of Yuan Buyu, who was also one of the Seven Incense Sticks.

Over the years, he has long seen through the advantages of the top halls. Using incense to suppress other halls is only one of the means. The most important thing is to master the rules.

Nuo is a god in heaven, who controls the laws of fate.

According to the Bone Elders' research results over the years, although the origin of the Blood Well's power has not been fully understood, it is closely related to the law of time.

Zhou Xuan only needs to successfully increase the incense sticks to six or seven, without too much enlightenment, to master the two laws of "fate" and "time", which is also what the painter envies the most.

"Brother Zhou will be too powerful in the future, and it is very wise for the Pingshui Mansion's wandering gods to protect him with all their strength."

The painter's thoughts were running wild, and his expression changed as he looked at Zhou Xuan. All these changes were seen by Li Chengfeng.

Old Li had long known that Zhou Xuan had a double secret realm. Looking at the painter's surprised expression, he almost laughed out loud.

The person who could make the first priest of the Bone Elders' Association, "Si Chen", look so solemn could only be the descendant of Nuo God and the future high priest of Blood Well.

Suddenly, Li Chengfeng's smile disappeared and his expression became serious because he saw it was snowing in the house.

Snow is another extremely important representation of the "Blood Well" and is currently the only way for it to communicate with Zhou Xuan.

"Snow. It's snowing inside."

Li Chengfeng screamed as a piece of snow fell on his shoulder, staining his black suit with a small spot of white.

There was no strong wind in the house and the temperature was quite warm, but the snow just fell unreasonably.

At first it was one flake after another, and when he looked up and gazed, the snow began to flutter.

The place covered with snow was a bright layer of white, sacred and clean, but a hissing sound came from under the snow.

Li Chengfeng was very familiar with this sound. Gu Ling and the painter were also familiar with it. They had heard this sound countless times in the Bone Academy.

——Pour a cup of extremely strong acid on the marble floor. In addition to corroding the ground and causing large bubbles to appear, this sound will be heard.

The sound represents strong corrosion. The snow in the house is corroding the things it covers... It does not destroy the surface of the things, but only eats away at the vitality contained in them.

Li Chengfeng, Gu Ling and the painter lit a fire at the same time to melt the snow that fell on their bodies.

The scorching temperature could not withstand the thin snow. The fabric of their clothes was rapidly decaying, from soft and tough to a hard and brittle shell that could be shattered to pieces with a mere flick of a finger.

If this is the case with clothes, what about skin?
The cowardly old knife-holder, even though he had been beaten to a pulp by Zhou Xuan, was still driven by his will to survive. He supported himself on the ground with his elbows and twisted his body like a worm, trying to stay away from the snow.

Lu Mingkun was already thinking about whether he should carry the old knife handle out of the house first and then come back in after the snow stopped.

The two of them were afraid of snow, and the three members of the Bone Elders Society, who were of a higher level of incense, also suffered terribly when facing the falling snow.

Gu Ling wanted to shout at Zhou Xuan to ask him to stop the snow, but she was afraid to disturb Zhou Xuan who was driving the blood well.

Fortunately, Zhou Xuan saw their embarrassment. He raised his right hand and pointed in the direction of the five people. The snow changed direction and no longer fell on them.

The atmosphere in the house was eerie and holy.

The silent blood-red vortex and the snow that corroded everything collided with each other, making Zhou Xuan's face reveal an unspeakable loneliness.

The Blood Well controls the law of time, and so does the Snow.

In the cage of time, nothing can escape, everything is decaying, and even the invisible wind cannot blow out of the cage.

The suffering scholar who was tied up by the red fire snake had already sensed the weirdness in the snow, and his eyes were filled with fear and regret.

He really didn't expect that just killing a few fang ghosts would bring such a severe retribution in this life. The three elders attacked together.
In the past, he was a rampant man in Mingjiang Prefecture, and the blood debt he owed could be suppressed with a wave of his hand.

"It's just a little fang ghost."

"They are not little fang ghosts, they are my friends."

Zhou Xuan said coldly, it’s colder than the snow in the house.

Enough of the snow.

The whiteness in the room, driven by the vortex of the blood well, slowly narrowed and condensed into a white river.
The color of the White River gradually became lighter until it was completely transparent and the snow turned into ice.

It seemed as if it was gently lifted up by an invisible hand, and when it was raised to the same height as the painful scholar, the sound of ice breaking was heard.

The glacier of time enveloped the body of the suffering scholar. His expression froze, and the fear in his eyes stayed at a certain moment.

When the time glacier displayed its magic, it also affected the real time, creating a sense of stagnation in the house for several moments.

When the feeling of stagnation is lifted, the painter's attention is attracted by the suspended glacier of time.

The law of time was extremely tempting to him, and the painter himself had also comprehended a little bit of the law of time.

He was familiar with the power of "time". Now the source of this power was right in front of him, only ten steps away. How could he suppress his excitement?

He does not expect to master more laws of time. Just touching it once and feeling the characteristics of "time" personally can give him a great sense of satisfaction.

He was like a gambler walking towards the card table. He had forgotten his own existence and only had eyes for the hot card game going on.

After only a few steps, the suspended glaciers and swirling eddies exuded a strong aura of attacking desire, like the bloody tongue of a venomous snake, warning the painter -

——If you go any further, death will come.

The painter stopped. Having seen the power of "time", he knew very well that this feeling of danger was not an empty threat.

He cast a longing look at Zhou Xuan, clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and said flatteringly: "Young sir, can you let me touch it?"

Zhou Xuan first raised two fingers, then raised three fingers.

The meaning of the action was very clear. The painter promised Zhou Xuan three times. After using one today, there were only two left.

If you want to touch the glacier, you have to restore the number to three.

The painter nodded heavily without much thought and agreed to the price.

After getting Zhou Xuan's approval, he walked towards the glacier step by step, like the most devout believer on a walking pilgrimage.

Although this "saint" is not the "saint" he worships.

The painter walked a distance of about ten steps for a full minute, then he knelt on one knee, stretched out his fingers, and gently probed into the glacier of time.

The index finger that entered the glacier seemed to have become a part of the painter's body, and its vitality and blood had stopped flowing.

"Time stood still, and the world inside the glacier became a still life painting."

"It turns out that time doesn't just have four regions, there's also a fifth region - stillness."

Past, present, future, disorder, stillness.

"A thousand years of time were compressed to the utmost, until it was compressed into a moment."

The painter raised his arm and dragged his fingers out of the glacier.

He did not indeed master more laws of time, but just a deeper understanding of the time zone made him full of joy.

Understanding will lay a solid foundation for your future comprehension of "time".

The painter is not greedy. Perhaps this lack of greed is the reason why he has been alive after holding the first position of priest for decades.

"Know when to stop. It's such a simple truth. Why can't you understand it?"

The painter looked at the suffering scholar, feeling one part pity, three parts anger at his lack of fighting spirit, and six parts warning himself.

Now, the Scholar of Pain has been imprisoned in the glacier of time, the old knife-holder has been broken, and the only one left to deal with is the temple master.

Just because the master didn't show up in the battle just now doesn't mean he wasn't in this room.
He has always been there, in the underground "Taoist temple".

He used the runes on the walls of the Taoist temple to conceal his aura, and then worked hard to complete the seven incense sticks promotion ceremony - the White Bone Taoist Palace in the temple.

This kind of ritual requires the temple master to build a Taoist temple in the Shenqi secret realm with bones as beams and human heads as tiles.

The former glory of the City God was achieved by "exorcising demons and defending the way". They captured evil spirits and old zombies everywhere, and used the spirits of evil spirits and the bones of old corpses as materials for advancement to the secret realm.

Now with the crutch, the master of the temple has found a shortcut.

When Zhou Xuan and the painter were charging as part of the "hunting operation", the master of the temple was building a wall of bones in the secret realm. When Zhou Xuan broke the old knife handle, he sensed the battle and wanted to terminate his promotion. Together with the painful scholar, he forcibly killed the painter.

But at this moment, Li Chengfeng and Gu Ling arrived, and he could only sigh, lamenting that the game was over.

"Dad, I want to find the kidnapper to get the goods and strive for the seventh incense stick. Then you said that our luck has run out and we need to keep a low profile. But by keeping a low profile, we have offended someone we shouldn't have offended."

As an "outsider", the audience could see clearly that the fundamental reason why he and the painful scholar were exposed was not because the painter discovered their weakness... but because they provoked Zhou Xuan.

After the battle of Dongshi Street, Zhou Xuan entered the sight of the Painful Scholar and him.

But both father and son were guilty of arrogance, thinking that Zhou Xuan was just a lucky man chosen by the Zhou family Nuo god.

Lucky people have their own luck, but because they are too lucky, they lack experience and find it difficult to achieve success.

He never expected that Zhou Xuan was so capable. Not long after coming to Mingjiang Mansion, he had already infiltrated the Gu Lao Society. "Tong Shen", "Si Chen" and "Tian Shen Scholar" were gathered together by Zhou Xuan and launched a swift and resolute revenge for the death of Liao Gui.

"I underestimated him, but I no longer have the chance to be cautious. Perhaps it's really like what my father said, our luck has run out."

The master of the temple sighed again in the "Taoist temple".

……

In the battle just now, the miserable scholar was surrounded and attacked, but he did not call the abbot to ask his godson to come out and fight alongside him.

The reason for this is that he wanted to leave a glimmer of hope for the master of the temple. Maybe he was captured and died, but the bone elders still couldn't find the master of the temple?
But he seemed to have forgotten that the City God was "born" by Gu Lao.

The City God concealed his aura and could deceive Zhou Xuan, who had top perception, but he could never deceive the three great priests of the Bone Elders' Society.

"The abbot is not in the main hall today. Most likely, the suffering scholars are helping him to protect the way. He rushed into the Seven Incense Sticks. He should be hiding in this big house."

The painter first clasped his fists towards Zhou Xuan, and then shouted to Gu Ling and Li Chengfeng, "Scholars of the gods and heavenly gods, listen to my orders, protect my spirit and form, set up the Three Talents Dao formation, and find the master of the City God Temple."

Both Chenghuang and Gu Lao are branches of Taoism, and their incense-burning methods are influenced by Taoism.

Gu Ling and Li Chengfeng received the order and immediately had a tacit understanding.

Li Chengfeng walked to the southwest corner of the house and stood in the southwest "ground" position.

Gu Ling stood at the southeast corner of the house, the "wind" position, while the painter stood at the north corner of the house, the "water" position.

The three elements of earth, wind and water are in place, and the Taoist bell in the house is ringing, which greatly enhances the effect of the painter's magic.

The painter holds his right hand in a seal, holds it between his eyebrows, and slowly chants the spell.

"Ancient temple for face, blood for clothes,

Before it is consecrated, it is just a mud house. After it is consecrated, it has supernatural powers.
The left side of the temple listens to the Yin, the right side listens to the Yang.
You were born in a temple, originally with no name or surname.

Now I hold justice in my left hand and morality in my right hand

Carrying the name and taboo of the evil ghost, guarding the four directions with armor, sword, flag and seal,
The divine soldiers are like fire, supporting the heavenly forces..."

This spell is called "The Secret of the City God Leaving the Temple". Back then, Old Gu used this spell to sprinkle blood on various temples, allowing the blood to resonate with the power of vows and giving birth to the City God.

From now on, if the City God committed a crime and hid using a magical tool, Gu Lao would recite this secret and find the City God.

As the spell was chanted, three links appeared on the body of the master of the underground Taoist temple.
The link was locked, the master sensed it and sighed again.

"It's over, it's all over."

The master of the temple felt sad, and recalled how proud he was when he took over as the head of the City God and was named "Master of the Temple".

At that time, he only felt that he had already stepped on the entire Mingjiang Prefecture.

Especially after he became the "Sun God" of the Mingjiang God-Worshiping Division, this feeling reached its peak.

What is human life?
In the eyes of the temple master, it is nothing more than a series of steps leading to the top of the incense road.

What is justice?
What he thinks, thinks and speaks is justice.

What is justice?

His interest is justice.

The young boy who once killed the Xiao eventually became a ghost.

Just today,

He is no longer glorious.
Either die or become a prisoner.

No matter what fate it is, he doesn't recognize it.

His past pride could not make him accept his inevitable defeat.

"The final fight."

The master of the Taoist temple opened his eyes in the Taoist temple, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot until they became bleeding eyes.

"You are still resisting and stubborn."

The painter sensed the final viciousness in the viewer's words and scolded him harshly.

"I will force my way into the Seven Incense Sticks and fight you with the City God Taoist Temple."

The flesh and blood of the abbot of the underground Taoist temple was rapidly melting away. With the power of his own flesh and blood, he raised the incense stick count to seven.

Under the light of seven incense sticks, the abbot raised his hands high, and the whole house became a Taoist temple with divine light cascading down.

Zhou Xuan was standing in the big house, that is, in the Chenghuang Taoist temple owned by the master.

The aura of the god was like a huge millstone, crushing everyone in the room.

Fortunately, Zhou Xuan had the hand of Nuo God and carried the aura of the gods, so he was not too affected by the gods. However, Lu Mingkun and Lao Daobazi were crushed and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Every time the divine stone mill rolled over, the two men felt as if their flesh and blood were being torn apart alive.

Zhou Xuan lifted up the old knife handle with one hand and put his arm around Fifth Brother's shoulder with the other, thus relieving most of the pain of the two men.

"Master, you have betrayed the trust of the Bone Elders Association and the City God."

Facing the divine stone mill in the Taoist temple, the painter felt no pain, only deep sadness and indignation.

The god of the city is called "Shuiyong", and the position of the god has changed several times over the past two thousand years.

The disciples of the hall killed the old gods, became new gods, and were then killed by more powerful disciples of the hall... This seemed to have become a cycle.

But no matter how many times "Shui Yong" has been changed, the one the painter admires most has always been the first generation Shui Yong.

In his heart, the first generation Shui Yong is the most divine god.

After the first and darkest battle in the Well Kingdom, twenty-four gods and strange walkers ascended to the sky.

Most gods and ghosts no longer care about the human world, but Shui Yong sees justice in the world and cares about all people in the world. He leaves his four magic weapons "armor, sword, flag, and seal" in the human world.

In addition to the magic weapons, he also cut off his most important Dharma body, leaving it in the human world.

The Dharma body is the City God Temple.

The City God Temple is divided into three parts: the City God Taoist Temple, the Qingfeng Temple, and the Guanmen Stone Stele.

The Dharma body is divided into three parts and inherited by the three chiefs of each generation of the City God.

After inheriting the throne, he became the Master of the Temple, Qingfeng, and the King of the Monument.

"Shui Yong left behind four magical instruments and cut off the Taoist temple's Dharma body in order to make the City God a sharp sword to slay demons in the world, but you used it to deal with Gu Lao and did all kinds of evil things?"

The painter was so angry that he tore open his chest and abdomen with his hands, and blood and internal organs flowed all over the floor.

Gu Ling used his left hand as a knife to cut off his right hand and right foot, and threw the remaining limbs into the Sancai Taoist Formation.

They were the elders of the Pain Sect, and their methods were too brutal. Li Chengfeng, from the Prayer Sect, was much more elegant and respectable. He controlled the lantern and flew into the center of the formation.
Blood, lanterns, limbs, and internal organs activated the Taoist formation, which spread and collided with the City God Taoist Temple.

Inside the big house, there was a sudden and ear-piercing sound of metal and stone colliding.

Every collision made the master's mind unstable.
He had originally exhausted his flesh and blood, and had become a powerful Seven Incense Sticks. Now his soul was shaken by the impact, and the City God Taoist Temple he controlled was easily out of control, and the breath of the gods was intermittent.

When the painter's breath was cut off, he ignited a ball of fire in each of his left and right hands. One ball of fire was in front of him, and the other ball of fire went into the ground and hung in front of the master.
He followed the fire in front of him and entered the secret space. The next moment, he appeared in front of the master of the temple. He pointed with his right fingertips, and a ball of Taoist fire burned between the master's eyebrows.

"call."

The painter blew in the direction of the fire, and the flame burned into the bones of the master of the temple. He suddenly felt that his internal organs were filled with red-hot molten iron and rolled around on the ground.

The temple master was already at the end of his strength and had no more strength to resist, so naturally he could not control the City God Taoist Temple.

"The City God has lost all face under your rule."

The painter squatted down, lifted the master of the temple with one hand, and stepped into the line of fire.

In an instant, the two returned to the ground and appeared in the big house.

The painter threw the master of the temple in front of Zhou Xuan and said, "You are a scum of the city god. It is up to you, young master, to decide how to deal with you."

Zhou Xuan didn't hear what the painter was saying at all. He quickly walked up to the master of the temple. The eyes on the wall of the Blood Well Temple were eager to eat up the sacrifice, the master of the temple.

When he walked to the side of the master, the blood vortex under his feet turned faster and faster, and his eyes began to blink frantically.
The creepy sound of chewing bones and devouring flesh and blood kept lingering in Zhou Xuan's ears.

Obviously the eyes have begun to enjoy the sacrifice, but the strange thing is that the blood and flesh of the master have not decreased at all.

"It's obvious that Jingzi is enjoying the meal, eating with big mouthfuls, how come the master didn't miss a single bit of this dish?"

Zhou Xuan was just wondering when the divine fire above Mingjiang Mansion began to move unusually.

The fire was still weak, but it illuminated a beam of skylight.

The sunlight from the sky shone directly into the big house of the scholar's manor, passed through the roof, and shone on the master of the temple, forming a spot of light.

The light spot quickly spread, first becoming a palm-sized spot of light, then expanding into a light shield, and finally becoming a light armor that trapped the master of the temple.

With this layer of armor, the blood well's enjoyment of sacrifices was forcibly stopped.

The eyes were filled with anger.
The temple master grinned and said provocatively: "You all want to kill me, but the gods are protecting me. I shall not die."

In the era when there were no gods in Mingjiang Prefecture, Gu Lao had the final say. In the era when there were gods, naturally, the gods had the final say.

The light armor on the master's body is the golden medal of immunity from death.

"Master, do you think it's useful for the gods to protect you?" Zhou Xuan raised his head abruptly, pointed his right hand to the sky, and shouted angrily, "God of pain and disaster? Are you blind?"

"Take a good look at who I am. I was the one who woke you up. How dare you refuse to do anything even though you are my dog!"

After Zhou Xuan finished roaring, his right hand glowed blue and he tore open the God's armor.
This time, the Blood Well did not give the Heavenly Fire any chance. Countless blood-colored tentacles emerged from the vortex of the Blood Well under Zhou Xuan's feet, covering the master of the temple who was once again in despair.

The blood-colored cover was not in the shape of a human, but rather the shape of a small Taoist temple. As the blood well continued to happily consume the sacrifices, the temple was rapidly devoured.

"Oh, it turns out that the Heavenly God's Fire is not protecting the temple master, but the City God Taoist Temple."

The "City God Taoist Temple" inherited by the abbot is the most important part of the Dharma body that was cut off by the first generation Shui Yong.

The fire of the god of heaven was unwilling to see this part of the Dharma body being swallowed by the blood well, so it sent down the light from the sky.

But the fire is still very weak now, and its power is not stronger than the hand of Nuo God in Zhou Xuan's right hand.

After the light armor was torn off, the fire was helpless.

"I have the protection of the gods. It is the will of the gods that I am alive. Painter, do you want to disobey the gods?"

"God let me live, and if you kill me, you will be committing treason!"

The master of the temple was very desperate, shouting words that sounded almost crazy in his despair.

The painter turned a deaf ear to the master's words. He was thinking about what Zhou Xuan had just said.

"The God was awakened by the young master? Wasn't He awakened by Li Chengfeng?"

The painter looked at Li Chengfeng.

Li Chengfeng made a "please" gesture towards Zhou Xuan, using his actions to prove that what Zhou Xuan had just said was absolutely true.

"Sure enough, my guess was right. The God was awakened by the young master."

Gu Ling was much more prepared than the painter.

In fact, on the day when the Fire of the Gods appeared, Gu Ling suspected that the fire was not lit by Li Chengfeng.

She even secretly asked Zhou Xuan at that time. Although she got a negative answer from Zhou Xuan, she never wavered in her guess.

"The young master is a master, I'm not surprised by anything he does."

Gu Ling looked at Zhou Xuan with a smile.

Zhou Xuan didn't have time to pay attention to everyone at the moment. After the Blood Well devoured more than half of the "City God Taoist Temple", his Blood Well Secret Realm underwent a huge change, and the Blood Well Temple wall actually began to collapse...

(End of this chapter)