Day and night tour

Chapter 290 Reclaiming the Godhead
"The King of Hell tells the divination", this is the taboo that Yun Ziliang told Zhou Xuan before he started to look for dragons and tell fortunes.

According to Yun Ziliang, if Zhou Xuan was dissatisfied with an ordinary customer, he could directly refuse the fortune-telling.

For example, Xu Qing, if Zhou Xuan is unwilling to do this business, then just refusing it directly will not affect the progress of the dragon hunt.

However, if the guest says "The King of Hell is telling the divination, young sir, please don't delay", the divination must be completed no matter what.

This business must be taken up.

Yun Ziliang calls this kind of guests "unusual guests".

But who would have thought that this unusual guest was actually Zhao Wuya.

"Ya Zi, are you acting?"

Zhou Xuan was very suspicious.

After all, when Yun Ziliang was explaining the "unusual guest", Yazi was also present. It is not impossible that he eavesdropped and then played a trick on Zhou Xuan.

"Sir, listen to my troubles in this world. Who am I and where do I want to go? No one is perfect. If I have made a mistake, how can I make amends?"

Zhao Wuya was talking in a mystical way, which made Zhou Xuan confused. Every word seemed to have a hidden meaning.

In addition, he kept rolling his eyes, and his black pupils were hidden in the upper edge of his eye sockets, making them almost invisible.

Such abnormality dispelled Zhou Xuan's doubts - maybe Zhao Wuya was really abnormal.

Zhou Xuan did not interrupt "Zhao Wuya"'s speech. Seeing his eyeballs trembling constantly reminded Zhou Xuan of a person who was possessed by evil spirits, with two consciousnesses constantly snatching his body - when Mu Hua's consciousness was polluted by the Mother of a Hundred Ghosts, Zhao Wuya behaved like this.

"Mr. Xunlong, I believe that your divination will be accurate. I only hope that you can tell my fortune as soon as possible. When the divination is correct... I will definitely... I will definitely... reward you handsomely..."

"Zhao Wuya" nearly bit his teeth off before he finished speaking.

As soon as he finished speaking, the real Zhao Wuya woke up - he was like a drunkard who had drunk too much and was waking up from a hangover. He looked around to make sure where he was.

"Hey, why am I here?"

Zhao Wuya sighed and said to Zhou Xuan, "Did I fall asleep just now? They say we can't search for dragons continuously. The workload is too heavy. I am so tired that I am confused."

Zhou Xuan wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

There are many ridiculous things in this world. If they don’t happen to you...

"Yazi, do you really have no feelings, or are you pretending not to have any feelings?"

"What's the feeling?" Zhao Wuya asked stupidly.

"You just told me that the King of Hell is telling your fortune, so please don't delay, sir." Zhou Xuan said.

"Did I say that?"

"If you don't believe me, ask your donkey."

“Then I really asked it.”

Zhao Wuya gently grabbed the donkey's ears and asked something in a low voice to the airplane ears.

“Ah…Ah…Ah…”

The black donkey began to bray, as if it was reporting something to Zhao Wuya.

Gradually, Zhao Wuya's expression changed, his eyelids drooped, and he said to himself: "I really asked those questions, what's going on? I'm not sleepwalking, and I'm not possessed by anyone..."

While he was deeply reflecting on himself, Zhou Xuan had already taken the first step.

"Where are you going, Brother Xuan?"

"Return to the Jingyi Shop. Today's merits are complete. Let's call it a day."

Zhou Xuan has regained his previous calm and composed appearance.

I went out today and had two fortunes told, one small and one big.

The small divination had been completed successfully, but he still had no clue about Zhao Wuya's big divination, so he went back to ask Yun Ziliang about it.

There is a ready-made master, but it would be a waste if you don't ask. You have to rely on yourself to guess. How many brain cells will die?

"Brother Xuan, wait for me, my donkey walks slowly."

Zhao Wuya urged the donkey to chase after Zhou Xuan, who had exquisite footwork.

……

In Zhouji Jingyi Shop,
Peng Sheng has arrived.

He brought two clansmen with him, drove a horse-drawn carriage from Pengjia Town, and arrived at Jingyi Shop. The clansmen picked out two boxes of fresh peaches for Zhou Xuan to taste.

"Mr. Peng, you have found your body."

Yun Ziliang looked at Peng Sheng's "new body" with envy, touching it left and right.

Although Peng Sheng's body was not so well-proportioned, it was broad and big, and the muscles on his face were like rubber bands without elasticity, drooping weakly.

But no matter how out of tune it was, it was still a body, better than his own rotten body. Yun Ziliang praised Peng Sheng's body: "It's pretty good, pretty good."

There was a hint of loneliness hidden in his voice.

Peng Sheng knew that Yun Ziliang must be feeling bad, so he advised, "Master Yun, Brother Xuan has great magical powers. It won't take long for him to find a suitable body for you."

"That's natural, that's natural." There was still some hope in Yun Ziliang's tone.

After talking about this, the two sat together to play chess, and also talked about the affairs of Pengjia Town.

"Three hundred years ago, the three-headed stone Buddha used the dark stone to turn the huge Pengjia Town into a forbidden place that no one could find.
Yesterday, Taoist Master Yun used the Dragon Riding Talisman to attract the dragon energy of Pengjia Town and smashed the edge of the forbidden area.

But today, there are signs of revival at the edge of the forbidden area. I am afraid it won’t be long before Pengjia Town becomes a forbidden area again.”

Peng Sheng asked: "Master Yun, is there any way to prevent Pengjia Town from becoming a forbidden area?"

Yun Ziliang added a black piece to the chessboard and asked, "Mr. Peng, do you have any way to enter or exit the forbidden area?"

"The White Deer Priest once worked for the Three-Headed Stone Buddha. He is one of the five priests in the Tattoo Forbidden Land and has mastered the method of entering and exiting the forbidden land."

"It's actually a good thing that Pengjia Town has become a forbidden area."

Yun Ziliang said: "You have a body now. The godhood of Peng Hou is now in the hands of Xuan Xiaozi. He will definitely use the godhood to upgrade you to the Sky God level.
But your cultivation is still weak, only at the level of eight incense sticks, and you may not be able to protect this divine nature. With the forbidden area, you will have a place to hide, and no one can find you, which will save you a lot of trouble."

"Besides, your Tattoo Tree Clan has rarely communicated with the outside world since ancient times. You always like to live in seclusion in a corner. Now that the town has been sealed off as a forbidden area, it will not affect your habits."

Peng Sheng carefully pondered Yun Ziliang's words and felt that they made sense, so he stopped worrying about the loss of Pengjia Town and focused on playing chess.

Yun Ziliang was not good at playing cards, but he was very good at chess. He defeated Peng Sheng in two consecutive games.
When he was preparing to play the third round of chess, Zhou Xuan and Zhao Wuya returned to the store.

"Brother Peng, Lao Yun, you guys seem to be having some free time. Are you playing chess?"

As soon as Zhou Xuan entered the room, Peng Sheng quickly stood up and clasped his fists to Zhou Xuan: "Brother Xuan, the Tree Clan will never forget your great kindness to you. If you have any troubles in the future, the clan members will surely come out in full force to help you solve your problems."

"You keep talking about great kindness and virtue, and it makes me feel a little nauseous."

Zhou Xuan placed his hands on Peng Sheng's shoulders and carefully examined his new body, just like he was helping a friend pick out clothes in a store in his previous life. He commented, "The body is a little loose, perhaps because so many years have passed and it has been ravaged by time. But it's okay, we still have Miss Qiang."

"Miss Qiang, Brother Peng is here. Many years have passed, and his own body is no longer suitable for him. Can you help him trim it?"

"Small things."

Miss Qiang asked Zhou Xuan to prepare the materials, which required twelve buckets of black dog blood and six fresh corpses, which had to have been dead within seven days.

"You take care of all this, put the dog blood and the corpses into a pool and make it a blood pool."

"Easy to say."

Miss Qiang made the request, and Zhou Xuan ordered the tattoo tribe members to do it.

The materials are not difficult to find. For black dog blood, there is a dog slaughterhouse nearby. Dog blood is free for a pound. You can get as much as you want.

As for corpses, it is easier to find them than to tell a lie. This is Dongshi Street, the most famous funeral street in Mingjiang Prefecture.

There are so many corpses, there will always be relatives of the deceased willing to exchange the corpses for cash. Zhou Xuan just needs to offer a higher price.

"Yes, Xuanzu."

After hearing the instructions, the tattooed people bowed to Zhou Xuan and went to do their work.

Zhou Xuan and Zhao Wuya were not idle either. They had to pour twelve buckets of black dog blood into a pool, so they had to choose a bigger pool.

Fortunately, there is such a pond in the backyard of Zhou Xuan’s store.

He took Zhao Wuya and Xiao Fuzi to the backyard, and the three of them took buckets and scooped water out of the pool.

There are dozens of fish swimming in the pond.

Zhou Xuan first held the largest fish.

This fish has a ferocious temperament. In Zhou Xuan's arms, it jumps vigorously and vigorously, and its tail shakes at a very high frequency.

"This fish is my lucky fish."

Zhou Xuan introduced to Zhao Wuya,
When Zhou Xuan first felt the connection that the ancient race had imposed on him, he felt powerless as if he was "in an invisible fishing net".
That day, there happened to be a fisherman carrying fish to the street to sell. A ferocious fish jumped out from the broken part of the fish basket. Zhou Xuan saw the fish as if it saw himself, so he made up his mind that no matter how strong the ancient tribe's net was, he would tear a hole in it and jump out of the net.

From that day on, Zhou Xuan kept the ferocious fish in the backyard as a motivation for himself. Later, as time went by, he was afraid that the fish would be lonely, so he asked Xiao Fuzi to go to the street to buy more fish as companions.

Among the fish purchased, some have become food for the ferocious fish, while others have become partners with the ferocious fish, chasing and playing with them in the pond.

Today, Zhou Xuan wants to build a blood pool, so naturally he has to clean up these fish.

He put the fish in his arms into the bucket and said to little Fuzi, "Fuzi, Yazi and I will be the only ones to clean the fish pond. You can release these fish into the river."

With Zhou Xuan's current reputation in Mingjiang Prefecture, he can always get a few fish to eat. The ferocious fish has symbolic meaning to him, so naturally he hopes that it can have a good ending.

"Today is the day for you to return to the rivers and lakes."

Zhou Xuan patted the fish bucket gently and said with a smile...

……

The fish were caught one by one. Xiao Fuzi borrowed the cart that Cuijie used to buy goods, tied the fish barrels to the cart, and together with Muhua, pushed the cart to Dongshi River two miles away to release the fish.

Zhou Xuan and Zhao Wuya also scooped out the water in the pool.

Just then the tribesmen came back with the "materials" and threw the corpses into the pool one by one.

Pots of dog blood were poured into the pool.

Zhou Xuan did not forget to ask his clansmen: "Have you paid for these materials?"

He was worried that the tattooed people would not be connected to the outside world for a long time, and their living expenses would be self-sufficient. After a long time, they would lose the concept of "trading". This question was just as Zhou Xuan guessed.

"They heard that the corpses and dog blood were for you, Xuanzu, and they all said that they didn't need to pay."

"You really didn't give it to me?"

"what!"

The two tribesmen touched the back of their heads, not even knowing what they had done wrong.

"They are two pieces of wood."

Zhou Xuan came out of the pool and took out the wallet from Zhao Wuya's bag. He thought about the black market price of the corpse that he had heard from the neighbors a few days ago, counted out 1,300 Jingguo banknotes, and handed them to the two clansmen.

"Take the money and give it to whoever buys the bodies. Two hundred dollars for one body, so six bodies will be one thousand two hundred dollars. You can use the extra one hundred dollars to buy some nutritional supplements, such as milk, eggs, and pork. Buy whatever you like and divide it equally among the six families.

I'll give you another twenty dollars. Fifteen dollars can be used to pay for the black dog blood. The remaining five dollars can be used to buy some soda, drinks, and cakes if you are thirsty or tired. "

After Zhou Xuan arranged everything, the two of them didn't leave yet.

One of the tribesmen, Peng Luhe, hesitated and asked, "Xuanzu, I heard that it's hard to make money out there. Isn't it better to save a little?"

“No matter how hard it is to make money, you still have to pay what you owe.”

Zhou Xuan wanted to kick each of these two people in the ass, but seeing their clear eyes, he finally held back and urged them, "In this world, it's easier to make money than to repay a debt of favor. Hurry up and do what I say while I can still hold back."

"Hey."

After Peng Luhe responded, he hurriedly pulled another tribesman out of the store.

Zhao Wuya admired Zhou Xuan's meticulousness. If it were him, he would definitely forget to ask the two tribesmen whether they had paid.

He would assume that others had paid when he proceeded according to his own ideas, but Zhou Xuan could always guess the "habits" of others and think about things from their perspective.

"Xuan Ge'er is very cautious, Yazi is very happy, but I am not very happy that you paid with my money."

Zhao Wuya stared at the wallet in Zhou Xuan's hand.

This wallet and the money inside it both belong to the surname Zhao!

"Why are you so stingy? You still want me to tell your fortune. I'll keep this thirteen thousand in the account first, and I'll deduct it from the fortune-telling fee after the fortune-telling is finished."

If one can activate the King of Hell to tell fortunes, the divination fee would definitely be more than 1,300.

"Speaking of divination, aren't you going to ask Grand Master about the divination of the King of Hell today? He's outside right now, why don't you go ask him?"

"Everything has to be prioritized. Sometimes there will be a delay. Right now, Brother Peng's health is the most important thing. According to the time, the painter should be here too. Let's finish the matter of deifying the godhood first."

……

The blood pool had been built. Zhou Xuan went to the front hall and called Peng Sheng to enter the blood pool.
Miss Qiang's consciousness emerged from Zhou Xuan's secret realm. She separated a part of her consciousness and reached into the blood in the pool.

The blood rolled up and formed a solid blood house, trapping Peng Sheng inside. The six corpses in the pool were slowly melting. As they melted, bloody steam rose from the blood house.

"Is it hot in here? It's smoking." Zhao Wuya was curious and moved a stool to sit and watch.

"It must be hot. Reshaping flesh and blood is a very painful thing."

Miss Qiang's consciousness started chatting with Zhao Wuya.

"This reconstruction will take at least three or four hours." Miss Qiang explained the time to Zhou Xuan.

"Then wait."

Four or five hours is not too long. Even an adult girl would take that long to perm her hair.

Zhou Xuan was also waiting on the side. Only twenty minutes had passed when, as he had estimated, the painter arrived.

But the painter did not come alone, he also brought musicians and the lady with the red coffin.

"Little sir."

The painter entered the backyard, saw Zhou Xuan, and greeted him.

Zhou Xuan pressed his hand gently, signaling the painter to be quiet and not disturb Peng Sheng's flesh and blood reshaping.

Then he pointed into the hall again. The painter understood what he meant and walked back to the hall.

Zhou Xuan also stood up and went to the hall.

"Lao Hua, are you sitting on the eighth day and looking at the ninth day, or the ninth day?"

Yesterday, Zhou Xuan specifically instructed the painter to consume all the incense of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter and become the number one incense of the Bone Elders' Society in the human world and the world of time.

Only if he becomes the first incense burner will he be qualified to inherit the godhood and become a sky-level god.

"My incense hasn't increased."

The painter said.

"It didn't go up?"

"Well, I'm still just entering the stage of eight incense sticks." The painter said a little embarrassedly.

Zhou Xuan was very surprised. The Holy Son and Holy Daughter were in the state of sitting eighteenth and looking forward to nineteenth. After consuming all her incense, not to mention burning nine incense sticks, for a painter, climbing to the state of sitting eighteenth and looking forward to nineteenth should not be a problem.

"Young sir, Lao Hua has extracted the incense from the Saint Son and Saint Daughter and turned it into this golden incense stick."

The musician clasped his fists towards Zhou Xuan, then spread out his palms and showed a golden incense stick.

The power contained in the incense is tremendous.

Zhou Xuan then came to his senses and realized that the painter had not yet consumed the incense.

The painter said, "Young sir, I want to discuss with you whether this opportunity to achieve the Sky God level can be given to Lao Le."

"Why?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Young sir, I have calculated that whoever of the musicians and I absorb all the incense from the Holy Son and Holy Daughter will only be able to sit in the eighth position.

On the path of incense and deity, the musician is more talented than me, and he is also younger than me. Although there is only a thin line between sitting on the eighth and looking at the ninth and the ninth incense sticks, that thin line is the difference between heaven and earth.

I'm afraid there's no hope of breaking through to the Nine Incense Sticks level, but Lao Le has a chance. If he practices hard in the future, he may have a chance to break through to the Nine Incense Sticks level."

It's not like the painter didn't have the desire to become a god-level figure in the sky, but he pondered until midnight yesterday and finally decided... to give the opportunity to the musician.

So, today, the painter came here to seek Zhou Xuan's opinion.

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he was moved by the painter's kindness. The opportunity to become a god-level figure in the sky was more precious than mountains of gold and silver. If he didn't have a strong character, he wouldn't be able to calmly give it up.

In fact, from previous battles, Zhou Xuan also saw the musicians' decisiveness in battle and their magical powers of the laws of music.

In the battle with the Holy Son and Holy Daughter, Zhou Lingyi appeared and asked Gu Lao to withdraw from the battlefield. The musician made the decision in a flash.

After the musician understood the empty mirror, he instantly raised his status from being behind the painter to being on par with the painter.

Whether in terms of battlefield mentality or talent for incense, the musician is indeed ahead of the painter.

But when Zhou Xuan was in Pengjia Town, he wanted to give the divine point to the painter as soon as possible.

It is only because he has sufficient qualifications and has been the top priest in Mingjiang Prefecture for many years that he can be deified and win the support of the people.

But at this time the painter took the initiative to give up the opportunity, and the musician was promoted to the level of sky god, so there was no question of dissatisfaction.

"Lao Hua, you have a sincere heart, so of course I will help you. Musician, let me be frank. Godhead is not a real treasure. Now it is even a hot potato. Whoever takes the godhead will have to deal with the competition from the other half-gods and even the Nine Incense Sticks.
Even if you die in battle, you can't give this divine power to others. Can you do it?"

"Young sir, I am ready."

The musician showed no sign of backing down.

"That's easy. I'll go get the Heavenly Official's divine status and grant you the title of Music Master. From today on, the Bone Elders' Association will have a new Heavenly Official."

Since the musician was so determined, Zhou Xuan decided not to drag his feet. He contacted Zhou Lingyi through the link.

"Sister, please inform Master Jian and ask Gong Zheng to return the Heavenly Official Godhead."

After the Mingjiang catastrophe, under Zhou Xuan's mobilization, the wandering gods of Mingjiang Prefecture and Pingshui Prefecture killed a total of three sky-level gods.

The divine power of the Sky Ghost "Ghost Hand" was placed in the hands of the Zhou family's Nuo God.

The divine nature of the sky ghost "Peng Hou" was stored in Zhou Xuan's secret realm.

The divinity of the sky god "Tianguan" was delivered by Lord Arrow to the god "Gongzheng".

Of the three godheads, only the godhead of "Tianguan" is in the hands of an outsider.

Although the divinity of the god "Gong Zheng" is highly praised by the disciples of the Divine Arrow Hall, he is one of the few gods who have lived from two thousand years ago to the present without being replaced in the middle.

But before his death, Peng Hou said clearly... Gong Zheng was not as godly as his name suggested, and he had done unfair things behind the scenes.

Zhou Xuan believed what "Peng Hou" said 70%, so he felt that the divine power was not safe in Gong Zheng's hands, and it would be better to take it back in advance.

"Master Jian has arrived at the Zhou Clan and is going to find Gong Zheng under the ancestral tree to claim his godhood back."

Zhou Lingyi passed the latest news to Zhou Xuan.

"We must get it back. There can't be any trouble."

Zhou Xuan said.

After learning about the "Book of Will", Zhou Xuan realized the importance of godhood.

The more god-level warriors there are around Zhou Xuan in the sky, the easier it will be to activate the "Book of Will".

……

Zhou's class, under the ancestral tree,
Lord Jian set up the table and lit a stick of incense.

In the world of Jingguo, the disciples of the god's hall are called gods. Gods have the power to practice magic, and only one stick of incense is needed to burn.

When the incense is about to burn out,
Lord Jian held the divine bow in his hand and fired continuously into the sky.

"Oh!"

“Bang!”…

The divine bow was fired several times in succession, and the bow body was shaking. If it were an ordinary bow, it would have been shattered after being fired in the air so many times in succession.

Master Jian looked up at the sky. The sky was blue and calm. Gong Zheng did not respond...

(End of this chapter)