Day and night tour

Chapter 208 Happy Donkey King
Covering the stars again?

This was the third time Zhou Xuan had heard the name of this White Walker.

The first time was when Jingdeng of the Blood Well Society used the Star-Covering Curse, which was later discovered by Yun Ziliang.

The second time was in the forbidden pagoda of Qiye Temple. The Buddha child in the forbidden pagoda was the offspring of the great Buddha "Qiye Venerable" and "Zhaxing", and the Buddha child was an abortion.

This is the third time now.

"The kidnapper has mastered the writing of Zhaxing, so he can increase the effect of 'human cargo' several times. This is the fundamental reason why the kidnapper has become the third branch of Mingjiang Prefecture in 30 years.

And Jing Deng has mastered the Star Covering Spell, which basically proves that Jing Deng is the kidnapper."

For a moment, Zhou Xuan thought through many things.

Before he came to Mingjiang Prefecture, there had been rumors in the Xuejing Society that kidnappers were arresting Xuejing psychics in Mingjiang Prefecture, and that a Xuejing psychic would be "sealed in the well" every few days.

But after Zhou Xuan arrived at Mingjiang Mansion, he did not find that the kidnappers were wantonly hunting down the Blood Well Psychic. For example, at the train station, he met a thief but did not find any kidnappers.

Now that I think about it, it was the rumor spread by the well lamp just to cover up the fact that "those blood well psychics actually fell into her trap."

"The well lamp has always been a hidden weapon used by kidnappers to lure the Blood Well psychic into captivity."

"The Blood Well Society she founded is nothing more than a pigsty built by a kidnapper."

"Damn it, Jingdeng, are you still a human being? You are a blood-well psychic, a blood rapist!"

Zhou Xuan recalled that during the last Xuejing gathering, Si Yuer promoted the "Buddha head" tattoo, claiming that the tattoo was very effective in suppressing Xuejing madness.

At that time, she was refuted by Jing Deng, who said that tattoos to suppress madness came at the cost of "lifespan", which scared the members of the Xuejing Society so much that they were afraid of tattoos.

"Once the tattoo is proven to be effective in suppressing Blood Well Madness, the ability of the Well Lamp that is said to allow Blood Well psychics to live longer will completely lose its value, and she will also lose control of the Blood Well Society.
If we can’t control the Blood Well Society, how can the Well Lamp help the kidnapper capture the Blood Well psychic?”

When Zhou Xuan thought of this, his hatred towards Jing Deng became even stronger.

He thought of an allusion - to be an accomplice to a tiger.
If a tiger eats a person, it will raise that person into a ghost. The ghost will first trick its own relatives and friends into being eaten by the tiger.

The well lamp is the kidnapper's accomplice.

However, Zhou Xuan had another doubt in his mind at this time - he guessed that Jing Deng had crawled out of the blood well and turned into three clones. Zhang Yihua, the movie star of Pingshui Mansion, could be regarded as Jing Deng's clone.

Although the speculation has not been confirmed, even if we take a step back, the conclusion that Jingdeng is Zhang Yihua is not wrong.

Zhang Yihua was hung into a blood well by the actors of Pingshui Prefecture, the strange ghost Ao, and the original owner of Zhou Xuan, and was fished out to clear his name.

If Jing Deng was the kidnapper's woman, would the actors in Pingshui Prefecture dare to touch her?

At that time, there were still some experts in Pingshui Prefecture, including Gou Wang and Chun Meng.

"Perhaps, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. The original owner who got the Scroll of Exorcism was the cicada, the mantis was an actor and a human turtle, and the oriole was a kidnapper. But they didn't expect that my sister would personally take the original owner back home."

When Zhou Xuan thought about this, he understood: "On the surface, Jing Deng is the prey of the actor and the human turtle, but in fact, she is the hunter."

After figuring out Jing Deng's identity, Zhou Xuan changed the subject and asked the suffering scholar,
"Who is the leader of the kidnapper hall?"

He began to press for more important information, while the temple master was already chewing his stomach in big mouthfuls.

"You'd better tell me quickly so that your godson will suffer less."

Zhou Xuan urged the suffering scholar.

"I have never seen the leader of the kidnapper's hall."

"You are in such a high position, but you haven't even seen their hall master?"

Zhou Xuan didn't believe it.

"I haven't seen it. Every time the kidnapper contacts us, it's Mo Tingsheng who's the one pulling the strings."

"Who is Mo Tingsheng?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"The White Paper Fan of the Guaizi. He is not very popular, but his status in the Guaizi Hall is very high. He can almost be regarded as the second most important person in the Guaizi Hall."

"Where does he live?"

"I don't know. That group of people are very cunning. They have three burrows." The distressed scholar looked at his godson chewing his stomach with big mouthfuls. He felt extremely painful in his heart and just hoped that Zhou Xuan would end this torture quickly.

"You don't even know who the leader of the kidnapper hall is, so how about the aliens behind them, the food god? You don't know even more about it?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"The kidnappers are not fools. They know how cruel the things they have done are, so they hide it very well."

"Since you don't know anything, let's stop here."

Zhou Xuan walked behind the abbot, took the bone tooth, and scratched his back.

There was just a scratching action, but the bone tooth did not touch the monk's back skin, let alone destroy the "ground" tattoo.

Seeing that the master's "self-eating" action had not stopped, the painful scholar roared at Zhou Xuan: "Zhou Xuan, are you kidding me?"

"How can you call it a joke? I didn't say I was a good person. You can use these bad words like two-faced, vicious, and treacherous to describe me. I guarantee you will be right."

Zhou Xuan put away the bone teeth, clapped his hands, and said to the painful scholar: "Go on and enjoy watching your godson eat himself up. I won't bother you for now. Goodbye."

"Zhou Xuan, you will not die well, you will not die well." The anguished scholar struggled to break the four iron chains that locked him, causing them to snap.

Zhou Xuan had already closed the door and went downstairs.

At this time, Yun Ziliang was sitting in the hall on the first floor reading a newspaper, while Zhao Wuya was feeding straw to the big black donkey at the door.

Donkeys' favorite food is straw. Zhao Wuya felt sorry for his black donkey, so he didn't buy any furniture in the old painting studio. He first went to a stonemason and bought a stone trough and a small chopper to chop straw.

Now, the trough was filled with chopped straw, and the donkey was eating it and shouting "A-e-a-e", looking very happy.

"Lao Yun, why don't you continue to watch Fifth Brother being tortured?"

"I can't bear to watch it anymore. It makes me sick."

Yun Ziliang's psychological threshold has been touched. If he continues to watch, it will not be exciting, but nauseating and give him nightmares.

"I don't know how many cuts Fifth Brother has made." Zhou Xuan was a little concerned about Lu Mingkun's progress.

"One thousand seven hundred dollars."

Lu Mingkun walked down the stairs.

Zhou Xuan turned his head and asked, "One thousand seven hundred cuts and he died?"

"Not dead. I'll take a rest. It's time to eat." Lu Mingkun took a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his hands.

"Let's go to Dongjiang Restaurant. I'll treat you." Zhou Xuan has always been very generous and even invited Zhao Wuya to join in.

"Dahei, I'm going to eat first."

Zhao Wuya patted the big black donkey's face, gave some instructions, and then followed Zhou Xuan and others to the big restaurant.

After Zhou Xuan and the others left, the old painting studio became deserted again. The big black donkey's eyes suddenly became very cunning.
It looked around and saw that no one was watching it, so it took two steps forward, nimbly bit the end of the donkey's rope with its mouth, and pulled it gently, and the rope was untied.
The big black donkey raised its neck, walked into the house, went up to the second floor, and entered the "prison cell" of the suffering scholar and the master of the temple.

……

The scholar in pain felt very sad. Looking at the master who had already started to eat the spleen in big mouthfuls, he felt uncomfortable, even more painful than when he used to do the daily task of "sacrificing pain".

How good the days were.

Every year during festivals, the great scholar would drink and eat hotpot with the abbot at home.
When the weather was good, the two of them would go out to explore the countryside and go hiking. Those were the days that were really good.
But now, locked up with iron chains, he witnessed his godson "eating himself", chewing bones and meat, making a crunching sound.

“It’s bitter and painful.”

The pained scholar could not help shedding tears.

Just at this time,

The door creaked open, and a big black donkey walked towards the suffering scholar.

"What are you doing, you donkey?"

The distressed scholar looked at the big black donkey that was getting closer and closer, not knowing what was going on.

The black donkey came up to the scholar and started biting his clothes with its mouth.

"You donkey, are you bullying me?"

The miserable scholar had no incense but he still had fists. He wanted to punch, but his hands were locked with chains, making it very difficult for him to punch.

Although the big black donkey was huge in size, it was very agile. It lowered its head to avoid the attack, went around behind the painful scholar, and knocked him down with its front hooves. At the same time, it opened its mouth and bit the painful scholar's pants and pulled them hard.

"You want to do..."

The Scholar of Pain was halfway through shouting when he felt a sharp pain in his buttocks...

……

At Dongjiang Restaurant, Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang were toasting each other and chatting about well lights.

Yun Ziliang sneered and said, "There are many hard-headed people in this Jing country who worship the Yin and go astray. There are also some born cowardly people. It is best to fish this Jing Deng out and kill her, so that she will not continue to harm the psychics of the Blood Well.
To some extent, the Blood Well Psychic is a gift from God to the world, but because there are too many people like Jing Deng, the gift has been wasted. "

"Waiting for the next Blood Well Gathering."

Zhou Xuan also had the idea of ​​moving the well lamp.

Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang were chatting happily, but Lu Mingkun was not in a good mood.

Logically speaking, today is the day he gets his revenge, so he should be happy, eat meat and drink wine, and celebrate.
But he was in a depressed mood and ate the food occasionally without any appetite.

Zhou Xuan asked with concern: "Fifth Brother, why can't you cheer up?"

"I feel a little confused about the future." Lv Mingkun said: "I have been practicing swordsmanship since I was a child, just to kill all the coroners and avenge my third uncle. This is my motivation for living. Now that my wish has been fulfilled, I just feel a little empty in my heart, and I feel a little at a loss."

Zhou Xuan understood this feeling very well.

In his previous life, after graduating from college, he had only one dream - to make money and buy a house and a car.

He had been working hard for this dream, but when it came true, he suddenly lost his life goals and was in a daze for a month or two.

Fortunately, it was very easy to form new goals in his previous life, and he quickly came out of his melancholy.

"It's okay, Fifth Brother. When you get rid of the old knife boss, you will naturally have a new goal in life. Even if you don't have one, I will find one for you."

Zhou Xuan said solemnly.

"Ah."

After Lu Mingkun finished drinking the wine in his glass, he said, "Let's stop here for dinner. I'll go back and do my job as well as possible."

Fifth Brother is indeed perverted enough to use the word "beautiful" to describe Ling Chi.

Zhou Xuan paid the bill, and the group went to the Old Painting Studio again.

When he was only a few dozen meters away from the old painting studio, Zhao Wuya suddenly froze.

"Where's my donkey?"

"Your donkey is not tied up..." Zhou Xuan was about to respond, but he saw that the old painting studio was empty.

Zhao Wuya's donkey was lost.

"Who stole your donkey?" Yun Ziliang wondered.

"It shouldn't be stolen. This donkey is very intelligent. It is the donkey king of Zhaojiaao."

Zhao Wuya trotted along, explaining as he ran that the dragon-seeking Taoist priests in Zhaojiaao liked to ride donkeys the most.

Among all the donkeys in the valley, his big black donkey was the most capable. He wandered around everywhere on weekdays, and all the female donkeys in the valley were his harem.

Whoever you want to do,

No other male donkey is as majestic as it.

"So it's a stud donkey?"

Zhou Xuan recalled the scene when "Big Black Slaughtered Yellow Dog" and felt that what Zhao Wuya said was true.

"Dahei is a spiritual being who can eat evil spirits. He is very fierce. Even ordinary disciples with only one or two incense sticks can't defeat him."

Since this donkey king is so powerful, it is definitely not the case that an ordinary neighbor from Dongshi Street stole the donkey.

Where did the donkey go?
When everyone ran to the door of the old painting studio, they only heard a series of donkey braying sounds.

The donkey's braying sound seemed a little far away.

"Where is the donkey braying?" Zhao Wuya asked.

"I heard it coming from upstairs." Zhou Xuan had the strongest perception and could accurately judge the source of the sound. He said, "Follow me."

He led everyone upstairs.

When we reached the second floor of the old painting studio, the sound became very specific, coming from the "prison cell" where the owner of the academy was imprisoned.

Because there was a door, the noise wasn't too loud.

Zhou Xuan walked to the door, pushed it open, and was immediately stunned. He prided himself on being knowledgeable, but he had never seen such a scene before—the big black donkey was lying on the body of the suffering scholar, trying hard to pull out the cricket pupa.

The audience nearby was mentally confused due to the influence of the tattoo. He was chewing his own internal organs and grinning foolishly at the suffering scholar who was being "pleased by the donkey".

"As expected of the Donkey King!"

Zhou Xuan didn't know what to say for a moment, and all his words were condensed into one sigh.

"Yazi, your donkey is doing great things."

"What?"

Zhao Wuya just walked to the door, took a look at the scene inside, rushed in and grabbed the big black donkey: "Big Black, you are a bit promising, this guy is very ruthless, are you so hungry that you don't care about food?"

The suffering scholar had never suffered such humiliation before. In front of everyone, he was being tormented by a donkey.
That would be fine, but he was actually despised by the donkey’s owner?
He was a dignified priest of the Bone Elders' Council of Mingjiang Prefecture, yet he was eaten by a donkey cricket pupa. Was it because the donkey was so hungry that he didn't care what it ate?
"If I were still a priest, I would rip out your tongue and show you, a bastard, what it means to be hungry and not choose what to eat!"

"Fuck, I have never seen such a scene in my three hundred years of life. It is really eye-opening."

Yun Ziliang also came to the door.
Next is Senior Brother Lu.

He stood there in a daze for a long time before he said, "It turns out that I lack imagination when it comes to torturing people."

"Don't say you're lacking, I'm lacking too. This life of fate has taught me what torture is." Zhou Xuan couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, life is the best teacher."

"Stop looking, all of you, stop looking... You are not allowed to look..."

The naked scholar was crying in agony, tears streaming down his face.

"Please stop looking at me, just kill me... just kill me."

"I'm a little reluctant to see you die, Dahei, try harder, haven't you eaten yet?"

Zhou Xuan instigated the big black donkey to teach the scumbag, the painful scholar, a good lesson.

"Don't just watch the fun."

Everyone would feel sorry for whose donkey it was, so Zhao Wuya exerted all his strength, pulling left and right, and finally pulled the big black donkey away.

But the big black donkey really didn't appreciate it. It kept shouting "Ah-ah-ah" at the suffering scholar and even winked at him in a coquettish way.

When Zhou Xuan saw this scene, he got an inspiration. He walked to the black donkey, put his right hand over its ear, and listened to the donkey's bray.

After the donkey had brayed three times, he walked up to the suffering scholar, squatted down, patted his face gently, and said,

"I can understand animal language. Guess what the black donkey said?"

The miserable scholar didn't want to answer this question at all, his teeth were almost broken.

Zhou Xuan had no sympathy and said, "It says that you, the suffering scholar, are very moist!"

"Kukuku." Yun Ziliang was tickled by Zhou Xuan's "very smooth" and couldn't hold back any longer, laughing until he was out of breath.

"Zhou Xuan... Zhou Xuan... I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!" The suffering scholar was already 50% crazy.

Zhou Xuan's "very smooth", Yun Ziliang's laughter, and Zhao Wuya's look of pity for the donkey when he despised the scholar, all intertwined together, pushing the painful scholar's sense of humiliation and anger to the peak.

He wants to kill someone.
But he couldn't kill anyone.

He wanted to curse people, but he was naked, and anyone he cursed would be like a boomerang in his spirit.

He wanted to bite his tongue to commit suicide. Once he died, these humiliations would no longer exist.

But every time he bit off a piece of his tongue, the Painful Faction's ability to regenerate flesh and blood allowed him to grow a new tongue in a moment.

This ability to regenerate flesh and blood was once the source of pride for the suffering scholar, but now it has become a burden to him.

"I want to die. Is it that difficult? I just want to die."

For the first time, the suffering scholar felt that he could neither live nor die.

Zhou Xuan was ready to continue using verbal stimulation to destroy the suffering scholar's already extremely fragile nerves.
But, a sound came from his secret realm.

"Li Chengfeng, please ask the high priest to come."

Zhou Xuan closed his eyes, entered the secret realm, walked into the City God Temple in the Crimson Moon, and descended into Li Chengfeng's body.

"What's wrong, Lao Li?"

"The Bone Elders are holding an emergency meeting and the High Priest is invited to attend."

"Why did you invite me to your gathering?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"To discuss how to hunt down hunger."

If the hunger is successfully captured, two blood well human brains can be obtained. Zhou Xuan was very interested and agreed immediately, saying, "Where is the meeting place?"

"Lei Garden Building, I'm waiting for you at the entrance of the building."

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

Zhou Xuan withdrew from the advent ceremony, said goodbye to Yun Ziliang and fifth senior brother, and went out first.

Yun Ziliang was playful and tried to persuade Zhao Wuya: "My great-grandson disciple, leave the big black donkey alone and let it run wild."

"Grandpa Master, you are putting me in a difficult position. Dahei cannot be abused by the Scholar of Pain any longer."

"What's the use of it? I think it's having a good time. It's a donkey, it's natural. You should let it be."

"I can't agree to that. Dahei can't touch those dirty things."

"As the Grandmaster, I order you... Close the door and release the Dark Lord!"

Zhao Wuya: “…”

……

Zhou Xuan drove to the Macon Building. When Li Chengfeng saw his car, he walked up to it and led Zhou Xuan into the conference room on the first floor.

"It's just a matter of capturing Hungry. Why don't you just lead your team to capture him? If you can't handle it, bring me in as your military advisor. Why is there a need to mobilize so many troops and hold an emergency meeting?"

Zhou Xuan complained.

"The Bone Elders' Association has always been like this. If there is something important, we have to hold a meeting first. And there is an important announcement today."

"what?"

Zhou Xuan took the cigarette handed to him by Li Chengfeng, lit it, took a puff, and asked.

"The Bone Elders hope that you can serve as the abbot."

"Cough cough."

Zhou Xuan couldn't finish his puff of cigarette and coughed from the choking. "Are you crazy, Old Gu? When you're looking for a new abbot, you have to find someone with a high level of incense. Why are you looking for someone like me who is the second incense stick?"

Two incense sticks, not twenty incense sticks!
My buddy is only at this low level and cannot be a high-level master.

"High Priest, we are family. I have made it clear that with your record of killing Lu Yusheng, you will have no problem entering the Youshen Division. However, the Youshen Division has a hard target, which is that you must exceed five incense sticks.
If the incense sticks are less than five, the parade lanterns cannot be controlled."

"Can I enter the God Touring Division with just five incense sticks?"

"That is the minimum standard, but the Youshen Division selects from ancient halls, and most of them must be disciples of six incense sticks or above to enter the division."

Li Chengfeng shifted the topic to the City God and said, "But the City God Hall is different. There is no hard and fast standard. If you inherit the City God Taoist Temple, you are qualified to be the temple master.
Although your level of incense is low, your combat power is very strong. The fact that you can kill Zhijiaxiang alone is evidence of this. Zhijiaxiang Lu Yusheng is a recognized expert who can kill Liuzhuxiang.
This is enough to prove that your fighting power has reached six incense sticks."

Can it still be converted this way?
Zhou Xuan almost laughed out loud.

He knows his own business and his incense sticks are two. After the "divine spirit's inspiration", he can temporarily increase his incense sticks to four.

Relying on the characteristics of Zhou family's Nuo God who cultivates nine halls, he can deal with the disciples of the five incense sticks hall, but it will be difficult to go beyond that.

He did kill Lu Yusheng for real, but the reason was that the magic weapon that Lu Yusheng relied on was like a blank sheet of paper in front of him and he could break it with ease. Even the City God Armor was removed by Jingzi.

Without the magic weapon, Lu Yusheng is no different from an ordinary five-stick incense burner.

"Besides, it was the painter's idea to let you be the master of the temple."

"Let's talk about it later. I'm not interested in being a hall master. In fact, I'm a businessman and I have a tattoo business. Introduce me one."

Zhou Xuan was calm and composed as he walked towards the meeting room with Li Chengfeng.

On the way, he chatted with Li Chengfeng about gossip: "Does the scholar of suffering know?"

"He was captured by you."

"Well, he was larvae tonight by a donkey."

“???” Li Chengfeng had a question mark on his forehead.

Zhou Xuan told Li Chengfeng in detail what happened in the evening with "Donkey's Joy".

Li Chengfeng was stunned for a long time. The first thing he said when he came to his senses was: "High Priest, I want to ask you, can I...can I bring a few colleagues to visit the Scholar of Pain?"

"Why visit him?"

"This miserable scholar is not very popular in the Bone Elders Association. Who wouldn't want to see his miserable appearance?"

Li Chengfeng has the demeanor of a scholar, but that doesn't mean he won't take advantage of others.

Over the years, the people who have oppressed the prayer sect the most have not been painters or musicians, but rather the great scholars of suffering.

"That's great, take someone to see him and try to destroy his spirit."

"Good! Good!"

Li Chengfeng was very excited. If he hadn't been hosting the elders' gathering tonight, he would have driven over to see the miserable appearance of the suffering scholar.

Being fucked by a donkey is exciting just thinking about it.

"By the way, High Priest, wait for me for a moment. I'll make a phone call."

"Who to call?"

"Gu Ling."

Li Chengfeng went directly to the front desk of the building, picked up the phone and called the Metropolitan.

His voice almost echoed throughout the hall.

"Gu Ling, the miserable scholar was fucked by a donkey, and his pants were even taken off."

"Really? You should also bring your colleagues to visit him tomorrow."

"No, he has disgusted us for many years, so we have to disgust him too."

"Mr. Xiao is the one who has a plan. He can think of this trick of using the big donkey. He is really an expert. His methods of torturing people are all very unique."

Zhou Xuan frowned as he was taking the blame.

"I'm not that perverted. It was the Donkey King who went there himself."

"I feel like we'll have to sell tickets to enter the old painting studio in the next few days. They're all old-timers, so the ticket price can be set higher. They're not short of money anyway."

As Zhou Xuan pondered the issue of selling tickets, he sighed, "When traveling around the world, connections are really important."

Li Chengfeng is popular in the Bone Elders Association. Even though he is a prayer sect, his student Duan Qinglan still treats him as a mentor.
He was ordered to be killed by the "Heavenly Official". Gu Ling informed him, and the Gu Lao Society hesitated for several days before taking action.

But the suffering scholar is this kind of person, who will flatter the superiors and will inevitably bully the inferiors. When Gu Ling was popular, he tried to please Gu Ling in every way. When Gu Ling's popularity faded, he treated her in a sarcastic way.

There are many people in the Bone Elders Association who don't like this kind of person, and they all want to see him fall.

Now that it's fallen, everyone comes to step on it.

Especially if it falls so "spiritually", you should step on it a few times, spit on it and then walk away.

"Traveling in the underworld is not just about fighting and killing, it also involves the ways of the world."

……

After Li Chengfeng finished the call, he took Zhou Xuan into the conference room.

There are acquaintances in the conference room.

There were six night watchmen, and the one at the head was Zhang Yifeng, the City God's commander.

On the left of Zhang Yifeng sat the second in command of the City God - Qingfeng.

Seeing Zhou Xuan coming in,

Everyone stood up and bowed to him: "Disciple of the City God, greets the new master."

"I didn't say Master Ren!"

Zhou Xuan felt like he was being forced to do something he was not prepared for...

ps: I feel a little better today, so I updated a big chapter. Happy New Year, brothers, muah.

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