Day and night tour

Chapter 311: Blood Sacrifice of the Witch God

"A thousand years in a moment."

Zhou Xuan stared at the secret method on the "Zhōnghuo Tong Zhen Lu" in a trance.

"What bad idea is this kid thinking of?"

Yun Ziliang knew that Zhou Xuan was planning to use this secret method to deal with the three-headed stone Buddha imprisoned in the old temple.

"Lao Hua said that the interrogation of the three-headed stone Buddha by the witch has reached a deadlock these past two days... I will use this secret method tomorrow to see if it works."

Zhou Xuan closed the "Tongzhen Lu" and went upstairs to rest.

……

Early in the morning, Xu Li and Yu Zhengyuan packed their luggage - mainly because the painters' work efficiency was too high.

After he and Zhou Xuan established a strategic cooperation of "financial resources in exchange for willpower", he urged the Justice of the Peace to do his best to support the Zhou family.

Overnight, dozens of Justices of the Peace went to the team to discuss cooperation matters.

Without Yu Zhengyuan, the pillar of the team became the fourth senior brother Yu Jia.

Yu Jia is very good at doing favors for others. He usually takes care of the business clients in the team.
However, he lacked experience in deciding on the big cooperation, so he called Penglai Hotel in the middle of the night.

Yu Zhengyuan was concerned about the team, and Zhou Xuan was resting at this time, so he didn't want to disturb him. He just left a farewell letter, and took the train with Xu Li and returned to Pingshui Prefecture first.

After waking up, Zhou Xuan learned about the separation of his senior brother and his wife, but he was not sad.

He now has the ability to change his shape and shadow, so if he wants to go back to the Zhou family, he can go back anytime.

Zhao Wuya, on the other hand, was extremely sad and lonely. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was heartbroken.

Is that the eldest brother?

That's full of emotional value.

Without the eldest brother, who would still call him "Master Dao" and "Little Master Zhao"?

Who could start praising him as soon as they meet and make someone as thick-skinned as him blush?
"Big Brother is such a wonderful person, why can't he stay in Mingjiang Mansion for a long time?"

Zhao Wuya leaned against the door lintel of Zhou's cleaning shop, his eyes staring into space.

"You, you just need a group of people to praise you."

Zhou Xuan sat on a stool, peeled an orange, handed a piece to Zhao Wuya, and said, "Actually, you don't necessarily need the senior brother to praise you. I have a flatterer here too. If you want, I can lend it to you."

"what?"

"Mastermind."

Zhou Xuan said: "The main brain is quite good at praising people. He gave you a full emotional value."

"is it?"

Zhao Wuya's eyes lit up.

"Xiao Nao, praise Ya Zi."

"How much do you praise?"

The mastermind was in the secret realm, asking Zhou Xuan questions.

"Praise him until he is completely infatuated with you, praise him until he becomes obsessed with you."

Zhou Xuan said.

"As you command, Mr. Zhou."

After receiving Zhou Xuan's order, the main brain flew out of the secret realm, came to Zhao Wuya's side, and began to flatter him to the utmost.

"This Taoist has an extraordinary figure and spirit..."

The mastermind began to flatter Zhao Wuya mercilessly.

It was a good chat. At first, Zhao Wuya felt a little relieved, but after chatting for a while,
Zhao Wuya lost interest and continued to be unhappy.

The main brain used up all its "lifelong skills" and racked its brains to think of words, but it still failed to arouse Zhao Wuya's joy.

"Mr. Zhou, your cerebellum is not doing a good job."

"You come in first."

After Zhou Xuan had the main brain return to the secret realm, he asked Zhao Wuya again: "What's wrong? Didn't the small brain serve you well?"

"It's a long way from being Senior Brother."

"What's the difference?"

"The Mastermind praised me... but without any soul... It was hard for me to believe that the perfect me he spoke of was actually me. But it was different for the Senior Brother. When I was chatting with him, there was a moment when I felt... that I was outstanding and excellent."

Zhou Xuan did not laugh at Zhao Wuya.

The eldest brother is indeed a person with a charm that can make people bewitched.

Praising is just a matter of lips, but in the mouths of some people, a few simple words become an art.

"Then you can just be depressed. I have to go out."

Zhou Xuan had no other choice. He couldn't stop his senior brother from returning to the troupe. He then reported to his sister, "Senior brother will live in Mingjiang Mansion from now on. We need a supporter here."

That would be outrageous.

The smooth operation of the troupe is more important.

After Zhou Xuan finished explaining to Zhao Wuya, he walked out the door. Zhao Wuya stopped him and said, "Brother Xuan, where are you going?"

"Oh, I'm going to Pingshui Mansion first to see my sister and master, to visit relatives, understand?"

"After visiting relatives?"

"Let's go to the Witch God Temple."

Zhou Xuan said, "Inside the old temple, there is a three-headed stone Buddha imprisoned. In the past two days, the witches have not been able to get anything useful out of him. I have to use some secret method."

"Aren't you going to the streets to look for dragons and fortune tellers?"

Zhao Wuya continued to ask.

"I'm not going today. I'll take a day off. I have a big job tomorrow."

Zhou Xuan said.

Tomorrow is the day when the Ming Jiangyin Hall will hold a blood sacrifice in the Gangfeng Cave. It is also the day when Zhou Xuan has an appointment with Zhimajiang and Jijicao to investigate the relationship between the Nine Snake God and Xu Jingshan.

The hiding place of Xu Jingshan's soul was concerned about the Yama Gua - the Yama Gua, if you make a set and collect the money to find the dragon, it is not as simple as the ordinary street fortune-telling.

"If you don't go out today, then I won't go either. I'll find a place to enjoy myself."

"I know what you are going to do. You must be going to Huifeng Medical College to pick up female students again."

Zhou Xuan's words made Zhao Wuya blush: "Bah, slandering someone's innocence out of thin air... I'm not going there to hook up, I want to learn some knowledge, I want to improve myself so much..."

“……”Zhou Xuan.

……

Zhou Xuan parted ways with Zhao Wuya. He walked on the street of Dongshi Street. After taking a few steps, his soul traveled to Pingshui Prefecture.

A few moments later, Zhou Xuan arrived at the familiar gate of the opera troupe. He then used the skill of "changing shape and shadow" to exchange the positions of his body and soul. Then, his mind and soul traveled again, and Zhou Xuan walked firmly in the Zhou family troupe.

“It’s changed a lot.”

It hasn't been particularly long since Zhou Xuan left Pingshui Prefecture, but the scene in the troupe is now very different from before he left.

First of all, the ancestral tree is too vigorous.

When Zhou Xuan was still in Pingshui Prefecture, the canopy of the Zhou family's willow tree was like a broad green umbrella, covering part of the Zhou family's outer courtyard and completely shielding the inner courtyard.
And now,
Even Cotton Street, which was a mile away from Zhoujiaban, was completely covered by the Zhou family's ancestral tree.

The Zhou Clan is just like a tree house built in the rainforest. The sun rises high in the morning, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, sprinkling down in spots, making people feel inexplicably comfortable.

Apart from the ancestral tree, the gate of the Zhou family was closed, and various slogans were posted on the iron gate.

"We must work hard, strive to be the best, and build a new generation of Zhou's team quickly, efficiently and economically."

"Labor is not a lawsuit with a slap on the lips, it must be implemented in action."

When Zhou Xuan saw these slogans, he was a little puzzled. Is this a ghost opera troupe or a factory workshop?

He shook his Taoist robe and walked towards the door. When the old man at the door saw Zhou Xuan, he waved at him through the fence and said, "Master Taoist, we only serve dinner in the evening..."

"Uncle Niu, it's me, Xuanzi."

Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"Xuan... Yo... The Young Master is back."

Uncle Niu really didn’t recognize him just now.

The main reason was that Zhou Xuan was now wearing a Taoist robe and did not tie his hair into a bun, leaving his hair loose, covering half of his face, making it impossible to tell what he looked like.

He recognized the person and quickly took out the key to open the gate for Zhou Xuan.

"Don't worry, I can come in by myself."

Zhou Xuan activated his magical horse and walked through the door like a god walking out of a picture magazine. He shook his wide sleeves and walked towards the ancestral tree.

The gate is not far from the ancestral tree, but the Zhou family is expanding quite rapidly now, and there are many new faces now.

Some newcomers in the troupe nodded to Zhou Xuan when they saw him, purely out of politeness. Some old members of the troupe recognized Zhou Xuan and quickly bowed, "Young Master, how are you?"

"It's fine. Everything is fine."

Zhou Xuan also responded to the greetings one by one and continued walking.

Many people started discussing it.

"Is this our young master? He looks quite handsome, right?"

"I heard that the young master was a bad guy before, but he became a good guy later."

"Stop talking nonsense. Now the young master is the backbone of our Zhou family. Once you join our team, you can get a salary of six or seven hundred. Most of this money is thanks to our young master."

"That's right. If I wasn't afraid of violating taboos, I would have wanted to remove the Medicine Buddha from the shrine and offer my young master a place instead."

"Everyone, go away. The young master is the current god of wealth of our Zhou family. Newcomers should not make irresponsible remarks and just do their work well."

Bai Wa in the bathroom waved to everyone, signaling the newcomers around to stop making trouble for Zhou Xuan.

……

Under the ancestral tree, Zhou Lingyi was resting with his eyes closed, with a big orange cat curled up in his arms.

Zhou Xuan walked over to Zhou Lingyi, picked up the big orange cat with both hands, and sat on the recliner beside him.

Zhou Lingyi opened her eyes and took a look, but she was not too excited. Instead, she said casually, "This big orange cat was always bullied by other cats. Now it has learned its lesson and knows how to lie on me. When it lies on me, the wild cats nearby dare not mess with it anymore."

"It is said that big oranges are heavier. This fat orange must weigh more than ten kilograms."

Zhou Xuan was teasing the cat, and the fat orange cat was lying on Zhou Xuan's belly with its arms and legs spread out, looking very comfortable.

"Brother, your ability to change your form is truly amazing. One moment I saw you were still in Dongshi Street, and the next moment I saw you in Pingshui Mansion."

"What the witch of Jiuzhuxiang taught me is still somewhat mysterious."

While stroking the cat, Zhou Xuan looked at the ancestral tree and its leaves.

Behind every leaf, there is a black shadow.

These shadows are all dead souls with no way home, surviving on the nourishment of the willow trees.

A black shadow swam down the ancestral tree and said to Zhou Xuan, "Young Master."

This black shadow is the "Dog King" in the Zhou family class.

"Dog King, is Changxing City here? Five sticks of incense are in hand."

The Dog King is also a dead soul, growing stronger with the nourishment of the ancestral tree.

Now that the ancestral tree is flourishing, her incense will naturally grow as well.

The former Dog King disliked Zhou Xuan because of his original body, but now, she said coquettishly: "Young Master is very elegant, he has not been in Mingjiang Mansion for long, but he has made a great reputation..." "Don't flatter me, I'll treat you to oranges."

Zhou Xuan took out two big red oranges from his pocket, handed one to Zhou Lingyi and the other to the Dog King.

"Try it. The oranges from Mingjiang Prefecture are juicier and sweeter than those from Pingshui Prefecture."

The Dog King took the orange and felt that the young master was really different.

Although Zhou Xuan was extremely smart in the past, he was always anxious and in a state of fear all the time. Now, he is calm and composed, and has gradually developed the demeanor of a master.

"Disciple, you are back."

While Zhou Xuan, Zhou Lingyi and Gou Wang were sharing oranges, Yuan Buyu, wearing an apron and waving a spatula in his hand, ran towards Zhou Xuan.

"Let me take a look at the current number one storyteller in Mingjiang Prefecture. Oh, his features, his figure, his heroic spirit... When your master was a leader in Mingjiang Prefecture, he only had a temperament like you."

There were greasy stains on his apron, black rapeseed oil was dripping from the wok, and his hair smelled of fried pancakes. Yuan Buyu's sloppy appearance could not be related to the famous storyteller of that year.

Zhou Xuan gave Yuan Buyu a big hug and said, "Master, I gave a lecture yesterday that was a great success. I didn't lose face for you."

"That's to save my face. It's not to lose face."

Zhou Lingyi also smiled and said, "Brother, you don't know that when you were giving a lecture yesterday, I was worried for you, but your master was not nervous at all. He said that your lecture will surely make a big splash in Mingjiang Mansion.
As expected…No one knows a disciple better than his teacher.”

Yuan Buyu laughed after hearing this, and Zhou Xuan also laughed. Warm emotions are always like this, sublimating in just a few words. The person in the emotion cannot see it, but others can see it clearly.

When the Dog King saw the three people being so close to each other, he felt sad. What sin had she committed to make a lonely dead soul see such a warm scene?

……

Zhou Xuan had another lively chat with Yuan Buyu and Zhou Lingyi, talking about the recent business of the Zhou family and interesting things happening in the team.

Yuan Buyu is the chef of the Zhou family. He loves to cook, so he chatted with Zhou Xuan: "My disciple, you have made a name for yourself in Mingjiang Prefecture. Siming and the Justice of the Peace have taken good care of the Zhou family. The financial strength of the Zhou family has soared.
Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about the food in our class. There is meat in every meal, big meat.

I have stewed more pig's trotters these days than I have cooked in most of my life."

"Ah? The team is so extravagant now, eating pig's trotters as the staple food. Have they given up the bad habit of eating rice and steamed buns?" Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"Masters and apprentices work hard, so if you keep your body healthy, you will be able to work better."

Zhou Lingyi preached on the side.

"You also have to pay attention to the combination of meat and vegetables. You have to eat some greens. Otherwise, all the handsome men and beautiful women in the Zhou family will become fat."

Zhou Xuan also raised the big orange and said, "We can't all be like you...fat as a ball."

"Meow!"

Daju liked Zhou Xuan very much, but was very dissatisfied with what he said.

Seeing the man and the cat joking like this, Zhou Lingyi also smiled softly.

After chatting about family matters, Yuan Buyu said to Zhou Xuan: "Disciple, you are so lucky. The ancient tree golden bell has released a bell slave just for you to teach you the art of teleportation."

"That's also a deal. It also requires my storyteller's will."

Zhou Xuan asked Yuan Buyu: "Master, besides nourishing the golden bell, does the storyteller's power of will have any other effects?"

"You ask me?" Yuan Buyu's frying pan was about to poke his nose. "How should I know? In the past, storytellers used their power of wishes to exchange for incense. You are not like that. You have so much power of wishes that you have to rely on the heavenly book to store it."

"do not know?"

"Of course I don't know."

Yuan Buyu acted very confidently.

He then said, "By the way, Xuanzi, can you lend your master your... that... Book of Will?"

Yuan Buyu felt a little ashamed.

He was the first master Zhou Xuan had ever worshipped, but he didn't teach Zhou Xuan much, but Zhou Xuan helped him a lot.

"That's fine. However, Master, you may not be able to see it."

Zhou Xuan was very generous. He connected his perception with the Heavenly Book and pointed his hand forward. An ancient parchment book then floated in front of him.

Don't say

Yuan Buyu really couldn't see this heavenly book.

The material used to make this "Book of Will" is the Blue-Robed Buddha's talisman for cleansing injustices, and it also inherits the characteristics of the talisman for cleansing injustices. It cannot be seen by those who do not possess the aura and affinity of the great Buddha.

"I can't believe it. I still can't bump into such a great fortune."

Yuan Buyu said.

He originally wanted to enjoy the blessing of being an apprentice, but blessing is something that you can never have if you don't have it.

"Master, close your eyes first and focus all your perception on your hands."

Zhou Xuan said.

Yuan Buyu didn’t know what Zhou Xuan was up to, but he still closed his eyes obediently.

Zhou Xuan reached out, held Yuan Buyu's skinny right hand, and slowly moved it towards the "Book of Will".

This move made Yuan Buyu understand what Zhou Xuan was going to do, and he felt warm in his heart.

Yuan Buyu just can't see the "Book of Will", but that doesn't mean he can't sense it.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan became Yuan Buyu's eyes.

Such a warm gesture touched Yuan Buyu deeply.

"Don't hold your hands still, just follow my instructions."

Zhou Xuan spoke patiently, and finally, he completely overlapped Yuan Buyu's hand with the "Book of Will".

Yuan Buyu felt it, felt the will of heaven and earth, calling on the "storyteller", and also felt the wishes of the world, condensing on the book of heaven...

"What a great "Book of Will."

As Yuan Buyu spoke, his other hand was hidden behind his back, making strange gestures.

After he finished the gesture, his head tilted and he felt sleepy for no reason and almost fell asleep on the ground.

"Master, Master?"

"Xuan Zi, I have gained new insights. It seems that the laws of dreams can make new progress."

Yuan Buyu’s eyelids could no longer be controlled and continued to droop.

"You are so beautiful. You have fallen asleep and understood the rules... You have taken advantage of me."

While Zhou Xuan was joking, Yuan Buyu had already fallen into a deep sleep.

"Your master is also a genius among the storytellers. It is natural for him to make breakthroughs one after another after encountering a treasure like the Book of Will."

Zhou Lingyi said.

Zhou Xuan smiled and greeted her, saying, "Sister, it's getting late. I have to go back to Mingjiang Mansion first and examine the three-headed stone Buddha."

"Well, let's go."

Zhou Lingyi closed her eyes and rested again.

Zhou Xuan took a step forward, his soul wandered around and he changed his form, and a few moments later, he appeared in Mingjiang Mansion.

Yuan Buyu, who was dozing off under the ancestral tree, suddenly coughed and woke up with a start.

“Cough… cough… cough!”

After coughing several times, Yuan Buyu actually coughed out a bloody old tooth.

Looking at the old tooth in his hand, Yuan Buyu said to Zhou Lingyi: "The curse that Bifang cast using the Book of Will is indeed very overbearing."

"Master Yuan, my brother can conquer that curse, why do you want to transfer the ancestral curse to yourself?"

"A disciple is half a son. As a master, you must always do something for your disciple."

When Yuan Buyu said this, he put the old tooth in his pocket and staggered towards the dormitory...

……

After Zhou Xuan arrived at Mingjiang Mansion, he shifted his form again and appeared in the Witch God Temple.

The so-called Witch Temple looks like a huge old-fashioned bell tower.

This bell tower was once the altar of the witches in Mingjiang Prefecture.

The altar is located in the center of Mingjiang Prefecture. Many years ago, Mingjiang Prefecture called for an end to the "blood sacrifice to the ancestral temple".
A huge altar stood in the city, how could the call be carried out? It didn't look right at all. After all, the witch's altar was a symbol of blood sacrifice.

However, the Witch Hall was too important, and the Witch God Temple altar could not be destroyed, so Mingjiang Prefecture came up with a compromise. They built a bell tower shell outside the altar.

Call it a blind spot or call it self-deception, anyway, this weird design has continued to this day.

Many foreigners who come to Mingjiang Prefecture for tourism would never imagine that the bell tower in the center of the prefecture is the oldest witch clan altar.

When Zhou Xuan entered the bell tower, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

The altar is dozens of meters high and can be reached by climbing a spiral staircase.

Every time he took a step on the stairs, Zhou Xuan could feel the sticky feeling even through the soles of his shoes.

Holding back the nausea, Zhou Xuan climbed to the top of the altar.

The painter, musician, Shang Wenjun, and the Lady in the Red Coffin had already been waiting there.

"Lao Hua, how's your review going?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

Shang Wenjun shook his head and pointed at a child not far away.

The child's body was covered with purple scars... they were corpse spots, indicating that the child had been dead for a long time.

The child's body was covered with witchcraft symbols carved by steel needles, and a tall ox bone nail was inserted between his eyebrows.

The ox bone nail, which was made by grinding the ox's thigh bone into a fine point, pierced the child's skull.

"Young Master, the Wuxiang Prison and the Daluo Heaven are sealed in the body of that child. The two of them cannot escape."

"This is a ritual of the Wu Clan, called the Ox Bone Boy."

Shang Wenjun explained to Zhou Xuan: "Wuxiangyu and Daluotian are both Dharma bodies. They need to be contained in containers. The ox bone boy is the container. This boy died a few days ago. I did not use a living person for this ceremony."

Zhou Xuan nodded. It was precisely because Wuxiangyu and Daluotian were both dharmakayas, illusory things, that the two dharmakayas were not brought back to the City God Hall, but were sent to the old temple.

The witch has many ways to deal with the Dharma body.

"However, although these two people were sealed, they did not reveal any useful information."

Shang Wenjun said: "We witches have many spells that directly affect people's minds, wills, and souls... But these Buddhist people are very special. Their wills are as strong as steel. All our methods are ineffective."

"Master Shang, don't take it personally. If you can't judge these two stone Buddhas, it's not because you witches are not skilled, but because Wuxiangyu and Daluotian are just stones in the toilet, smelly and hard."

Zhou Xuan walked over with his hands behind his back, stared at the ox bone boy, and said, "Wu Xiang Yu, Daluo Tian, ​​you are the people of the Buddhist country who have landed in the Jing country for the first time. You must have done many things in the Jing country. Tell me obediently, and I will not make it difficult for you. I will give you a clean death.

Otherwise..."

"Zhou Xuan, we are not as good as you in terms of incense and fire, and we are even worse than you in terms of grasping the current situation. But we are still inferior to you. It is wishful thinking for you to pry the secrets of the Buddhist kingdom out of our mouths."

"The will of the Buddhist people is as solid as the earth and rock. If you want to force us to speak, you'd better give up on it."

Daluotian's voice became more and more stern, and he said, "And I have said it clearly, the people of the Buddhist country cultivate the golden body, and the golden body has a total of nine turns. With each turn, the willpower becomes several times stronger. When we cultivate to this level, we have already become the great will of the world. When I say keep silent, I mean keep silent. Don't waste your thoughts."

"Two prisoners, like dogs, and yet they still have a lot of words to say to persuade them to quit."

Zhou Xuan turned his head and pointed at the Wushen Temple under his feet, and said to Shang Wenjun: "This altar can also be used as a blood sacrifice shrine, right?"

"Of course you can, but young sir, do you want to perform a blood sacrifice?"

"Well, help me get some materials."

Zhou Xuan said: "We need twelve living people."

He wanted to use the secret method in the "Zoroastrianism Tongzhen Lu" - the Zoroastrianism, their methods are the most tragic and cruel methods in the world, most of which use living people as sacrificial materials...

(End of this chapter)