Day and night tour

Chapter 348 Mingjiang’s Death Qi
Pan Shanying's vicious words spread in Mizi Alley and spread to several nearby streets.

In these streets and alleys, those people with bad intentions and ready to make trouble, when they saw Luo Yunfu's "live textbook", the dirty thoughts in their hearts immediately disappeared.

After all, no one wants to have a "washboard" growing in their body, scratching their flesh and grinding their bones...

……

Mingjiang City is very big, so big that six such vile things as Luo Yunfu's happened in just a few hours - Pan Shanying also showed up a total of six times.

Panshan Eagle has its own mature procedures for doing things, including cruel and bloody punishments and threatening others with bad words.

This procedure, in a normal society, would only cause riots and panic, but in the ruined Mingjiang Mansion, it was a sharp weapon that nipped the budding evils in the bud.

……

Zhou Xuan sat in front of the train station, relying on his own and Mingjiang Mansion's last bit of perception to sense what Panshan Eagle was doing.

"There's really a lot of work to do on this plate of Mountain Eagle."

Zhou Xuan's understanding of Pan Shanying's actions was the main reason why he wanted to bring this bandit-like character back to Mingjiang. In troubled times, there must be such ruthless and evil people.

"With Panshan Eagle here, as long as the food can be transported smoothly, Mingjiang Prefecture will not be in chaos."

Zhou Xuan felt somewhat relieved.

At this time, it was already late at night. The train station, which was originally not crowded with people, was gradually crowded with people. They were all swallowing their saliva and looked pale. They were all hungry...

Some brave people bravely asked Zhou Xuan: "Master, my whole family is so hungry that we feel dizzy and dizzy..."

"Drinking tap water or well water really doesn't fill your stomach."

"Everyone, I have just received a secret letter. In a quarter of an hour, at most a quarter of an hour... the food will be delivered to the city."

Zhou Xuan said confidently: "Not only food, but also medicine."

When everyone heard this, their expressions became a little more excited, but they were not 100% sure.

The wait continues.

Time seemed so long while waiting in hunger. Every one of the hungry people around felt as if there was a pendulum in his heart. They could hear every swing of the pendulum very clearly and it was very torturous.

About twenty minutes passed, and suddenly, a melodious whistle sounded above the train station, and everyone raised their necks.

"The train is coming, the food is coming."

"Long live Mr. Big."

"You have to trust the master - he said that no one should be left behind... and he really meant that no one should be left behind."

"Food, food... We have rice at home."

Everyone was trying to squeeze towards the front of the train station, but at this moment, dozens of condors began to circle above their heads, sweeping over everyone on the platform and in the square with ferocious eyes.

Panshanying's sinister voice came down on him: "Master, you have something to say before. You should still be civilized as you usually are. You should still be legal as you usually are. You can get food, but get in line!
The old, weak, women and children line up in front, and the strong men line up at the end."

In one night, Pan Shanying's notoriety had spread throughout Mingjiang Prefecture. No one dared to disobey, and they all formed up their formations according to Pan Shanying's request, waiting for the train to arrive and open the carriages to release the food.

Zhou Xuan gave a thumbs up to Panshan Eagle Shadow in the dark again - with such a discipline captain, it would be much easier to lead the team.

"Woooooooo..."

As the whistle sounded more and more powerful, the train finally stopped at the station.

The lanterns of the Parade of Gods were lit one by one on the platform.

The painter also showed up, his body stained with blood. When he saw Zhou Xuan, he complained, "Master, the officials in the surrounding prefectures have really gone crazy. Those who have six or seven incense sticks, and even four or five incense sticks, dare to come and rob our Mingjiang Prefecture's food. I slaughtered them all."

The painters and musicians personally escorted the grain, so it was not something that could be snatched away by some evil spirits or gods who burned six or seven incense sticks.

"It's just that the pressure is high these past two days. Once your reputation is known, the other prefectures will know that the strength of our Mingjiang Prefecture has not been greatly weakened, and they will not dare to come and act recklessly."

Zhou Xuan waved his hand towards the first carriage and shouted, "Release the grain!"

As soon as the carriage door was opened, the neatly stacked bags of grain were revealed. Several old men came forward and carried the grain bag by bag to the platform.

Zhou Xuan said, "Everyone will receive one pound of food rations to solve the urgent problem first. In order to avoid waste, the remaining food will be guarded by the Bone Elders Association and the City God Hall. A canteen will be set up in a certain place. After the canteen location is selected, it will be announced to you. Collect food according to the formation..."

The people formed a long queue and went to collect rations in an orderly manner.

The painters and musicians were also watching from the side, whispering to each other, "It is said that after a disaster comes a chaotic era. Master, you have been able to restore order in Mingjiang Prefecture in such a short time."

"It is said that Mr. Da is a capable man."

"No matter how capable a person is, I cannot be used like a beast of burden by you."

Zhou Xuan approached the musicians and painters and said, "You guys in the Bone Elders Association can't just stay at home and study... From today on, you have to learn how to deal with a disaster - you are responsible for choosing a location for the canteen - and you have to arrange a place for the people to stay at night."

"There is a place to stay. There is a place to stay."

The musician said, "Huifeng Medical College has many playgrounds and a wide area, so sleeping is no problem."

"Just sleeping on the playground?" Zhou Xuan said yes.

"That's the only condition," said the musician.

"There has to be something on the floor, right?"

"Yes, yes." The musician said, "In the medical school, there aren't many other things, but there are a lot of white sheets. The service building was not damaged this time, and the supplies are all there. We spread white sheets on the playground at night... It's better than just lying on the ground."

"Where's the cotton wool?"

"There are not enough quilts and beds." The musician said, "But we can give priority to the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled—"

"That's fine." Zhou Xuan said again: "Tonight, you and Brother Peng should both work hard to prevent the cold wind from blowing."

It was already late autumn in Mingjiang Prefecture. At night, people were shivering with cold. The common people had to spend the night on the playground. Apart from thin sheets, they had nothing else to keep warm. If the temperature dropped, many people would not be able to survive a single night.

Therefore, Zhou Xuan had already made up his mind to let Peng Sheng and the musicians use their divine power to control the temperature at the same time to ensure that it was warm.

"Leave it to us."

The musician complied.

……

It was late at night, the first cold night in Mingjiang Prefecture after the disaster.

Huifeng Medical College is very large, with more than ten large playgrounds. At this time, these playgrounds are covered with white sheets.

After dinner, the common people lay down on their sheets and snored.

Some people can sleep, while others can't.

Some of them were neighbors, lying together and chatting about whatever they wanted.

"Ah, that great gentleman is really trustworthy. He said he would get us food, and he really did. He said he would arrange accommodation for us, and he really did."

"Who says it's not true? That gentleman looks young and is really reliable, but this layer of sheets is not enough to keep me warm. I have lung disease and I dare not sleep on it. Otherwise, I will get cold and I will definitely get sick tomorrow. In a few days, I will die."

"Let's go find the master. Your illness is serious. Let's see if he can arrange a warmer place for you... He's easy to talk to. Let's go and beg him. Maybe he can really arrange it."

"No, no, I've heard that the master is not from Mingjiang Prefecture. He has done enough for Mingjiang Prefecture. It's not good to bother him just for a shoe repairman like me."

Shoemaker Li quickly shook his hand and said.

"What's wrong with you mending shoes? The master said that no one can be left behind... If you don't dare to go, I'll go for you." Aunt Zhang held her sleeping granddaughter in her arms and pretended to get up.
Just at this moment, a gust of warm wind blew over from somewhere, making shoemaker Li feel a little uncomfortable at first, but after the discomfort got over, he felt comfortable all over.

"Hey, where does this hot wind come from?"

Shoemaker Li looked around but couldn't find the source of the hot air.

The little granddaughter in Aunt Zhang's arms woke up. She pointed to the moon in the sky and said, "Grandma, Uncle Li, look, does the moon look like a little sun?"

"what?"

Shoemaker Li and Aunt Zhang both looked up at the sky, and saw that it was true. The moon in the sky was no longer cold, but orange, like a light bulb in a rich family's home. The light it emitted was warm at first glance.

"It's not cold anymore. It's really not cold anymore."

Shoemaker Li loosened the tightly wrapped blanket a little, and the warm current wrapped around him more comfortably, making him feel warm all over.

"I remember now. No wonder the Master said it wouldn't be cold tonight. He really has magical powers. He turned the moon into the sun..."

Shoemaker Li laughed foolishly.

Aunt Zhang also laughed and said, "Master said that no one can be left behind, so no one can be left behind. What about lung disease? Xiao Li, put your heart into your stomach and go to sleep."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Shoemaker Li stretched and lay down in a "big" shape.

He just felt that there was still hope for tomorrow.

He was filled with hope, but it made him unable to sleep.

"Aunt Zhang, you said we have to find a way. Thank you, Mr. Da."

"How do you thank me?"

"Aren't you a matchmaker? That gentleman is so young and has no wife. Can you find him a wife?"

"What marriage can I talk about? The girl Yu who serves tea in the east, the daughter of the old donkey vendor in the west... this great gentleman doesn't even look down on them."

"Who said it? What if Mr. Da falls in love with her?" "Yes, tomorrow, I will act as a matchmaker. I will use my best ability to introduce the daughter of the owner of Ruixing Teahouse to Mr. Da..."

In fact, both of them knew that "this is impossible". If the master really wanted to find a girl, the ladies from the Mingjiang Mansion could knock down the door of his house, so there was no need for a teahouse girl.

The two of them were just chatting for fun, and this chat actually made many people around them laugh.

"Haha, the master has been very kind to us Mingjiang. You introduced him to the donkey dealer's daughter and the tea tray girl."

"I've seen Miss Yu before. She had a pockmarked face..."

"Oh, Aunt Zhang, what's wrong with you? You're repaying kindness with enmity."

"Hahaha."

Everyone burst into laughter again. At this moment, there was no longer any tense and solemn atmosphere after the disaster. Everyone was chatting more happily than usual at home.

In the memories of many years to come, many people in Mingjiang Prefecture have never forgotten that warm night at Huifeng Medical College.

I've never forgotten the night when "the moon was like a little sun"...

……

"It smells so good, the pig's trotters are so soft and sticky... the pig's ears are so crispy... this wine, wow, the aroma of aged wine and soy sauce lingers in my throat, it's so delicious."

Zhou Xuan was sitting in meditation, collecting the wishes of the people of Mingjiang Prefecture and making a wish in the Book of Will, but Zhao Wuya on the side was making "pig ears" and "pig trotters" at the same time.

But Zhao Wuya didn't have any meat in his hands, he just pinched some air and put it into his mouth. The "hoof", "pig ear" and "fine wine" were all his imagination - he was just satisfying his craving.

"Ya Zi... Zen Master Wu Ya... please be quiet. You have been performing without objects for the whole night."

Zhou Xuan finally couldn't help but complain.

"How can you call it a performance? At least my stomach is bloated now, and I feel like I'm full of fat."

Zhao Wuya patted his belly to indicate that he had really eaten.

Yun Ziliang said unhappily, "Yazi, don't brag so much next time. Just brag about eating some pig's trotters and then go to bed. Don't brag about pig ears and fine wine. Don't brag about making yourself fat."

"..." Zhao Wuya: "I really ate it. I'm full."

Yun Ziliang simply changed his position, lying down next to Zhou Xuan instead of Zhao Wuya, and said, "I hate these bald donkeys the most. They can deceive themselves."

Xiao Fuzi and Lu Mingkun also lay on the ground, laughing.

The people from Zhou's Jingyi Shop got together again. They made a bed on the floor in the bamboo pavilion of Huifeng Medical College, and everyone in the shop lay together.

Zhou Xuan pressed his hands and said, "Don't bother with my treasures anymore. Go to sleep and don't make any noise to disturb me from making a wish to the Heavenly Book."

"You can't make a wish now." Zhao Wuya said.

"why?"

Zhou Xuan asked Zhao Wuya.

Zhao Wuya added: "My Buddhist heart tells me that your wish is not the same as the wish of the people of Mingjiang Prefecture."

In the chess game of heaven and earth, there are two twenty-one Zen masters - Master Wuya Zhao and Master Huanxi Qiye Zunzhe.

Zen Master Huanxi has turned into a Bodhi tree, vowing to protect the peace of Mingjiang Prefecture for the next five hundred years. Zen Master Wuya has dispersed all his Buddhist energy and only retained a Buddhist heart.

The current Zhao Wuya is a dragon-seeking master with a heart of Buddha, which is equivalent to having two personalities in his body - low emotional intelligence: he is a bit schizophrenic and mumbling, like the "non-physical performance" just now.

But even though he talks a lot, sometimes what he says does have some profound meaning.

Zhou Xuan pondered it carefully, clapped his hands, and said, "No wonder I made a wish all night, but couldn't make a wish in the Book of Will. It turns out that it is not a wish."

He slammed the "Book of Will" shut.

This aroused Yun Ziliang's curiosity, and he asked, "Why isn't it the same wish? Your wish is to rebuild Mingjiang Mansion, and the wish of the common people is also to rebuild Mingjiang Mansion... There is no difference."

“There is a difference, a big difference.”

Zhou Xuan said: "Old Yun, look, I want to rebuild Mingjiang Mansion with the help of the Book of Will, so that Mingjiang Mansion can be restored to its previous state and the dead can be brought back to life.
What do the common people want to see when rebuilding Mingjiang Mansion? They really want to rebuild, brick by brick, tile by tile, the once prosperous Mingjiang Mansion.

Our wishes may seem to be the same, but in fact they are two opposing forces, the difference between going back and rebuilding. "

Zhou Xuan stood up and went to find the painter.

"Where are you going, Brother Xuan?" Zhao Wuya shouted.

"I will go find the painter and explain to the people of Mingjiang Prefecture how I intend to restore the city. Only after they listen can they follow my wishes."

Zhou Xuan said.

Zhao Wuya suddenly lowered his head, changed into a solemn look, and said in a low, bubbling voice: "Master, please don't be anxious. Listen to what I have to say."

"You're schizophrenic again?"

Zhou Xuan has slowly figured out Zhao Wuya's mental state - when he lowers his head, it means that Zen Master Wuya is about to take over, and when he raises his head, it means that Zhao Wuya's self-consciousness is taking over.

He lowers his head, then raises it, and they are completely two different people.

"If you tell the people your wishes, will they believe them from the bottom of their hearts?"

“That won’t happen.” Zhou Xuan also had self-knowledge. After all, the common people were not the ones who practiced incense and worship. Telling them for no reason that there was a book of will and that as long as they made a wish to rebuild Mingjiang Mansion, Mingjiang Mansion would rebuild on its own… Such a weird thing would probably be hard to believe without deep brainwashing.

"That's it. How can you force your wish to happen?"

Zen Master Wuya said, "Guidance is needed."

"Now that you put it like that, it seems like you have a way to guide them?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"There is a way, and I can help, but... it's not me who is helping. I would like to ask Junior Brother to help." Zen Master Wu Ya said.

Zhou Xuan asked: "How can I help?"

"It has helped, you see."

Zen Master Wuya pointed at the lush bamboo forest. This gesture obviously did not mean that Zhou Xuan should look at the bamboo forest, but rather look in a farther direction...

……

Zhou Xuan released his perception and saw the vast black spirits of the dead floating into Huifeng Medical College.

——These dead souls and deathly auras all came from the people who died in the Zoroastrian fire disaster in Mingjiang Prefecture. After the chess game was broken, their deathly auras were swept away by the auras of Buddha and gods and squeezed into the Bodhi tree that Venerable Qiye transformed into.

Now it was late at night, and those dead souls and death energy were released by Venerable Qiye.

The dead soul entered Huifeng Medical College to visit his family.

On the playground, shoemaker Li, who was sleeping soundly because of the warm current, suddenly heard the voice of his deceased wife.

"Brother Li, Brother Li..."

Shoemaker Li opened his eyes and vaguely saw his lame wife Miao Jinhua, who was holding her daughter Xiaorou's hand.

When Miao Jinhua gave birth to Xiaorou, she caught a cold during the confinement period. She sought medical help and the doctor saved her life, but she developed a chronic illness and damaged her nerves, causing her to walk with a limp.

"Xiaorou, Jinhua...you...you are back?"

"Brother Li, Xiaorou and I can't bear to leave you."

"Daddy...Daddy..." Xiaorou shouted.

"You...how come you can speak?" Shoemaker Li was very excited.

His daughter Xiaorou has always had a strange disease. The almost five-year-old girl still cannot speak and can never call out "Mom" or "Daddy". Now, Xiaorou can call out so fluently, how can he not be excited.

Miao Jinhua said: "When the fire started, the beam hit us and the fire burned us. We wanted to escape, but we couldn't push the beam. In desperation, Xiaorou shouted loudly for Daddy..."

Hearing this, shoemaker Li pulled his hair hard. He was working at his stall when he saw the sky fire coming, so he ran home, but the road was blocked by the fire again... At that time, he had no idea... His daughter, who was crushed by the fire, was calling out loudly for the savior in her heart...

"Xiao Rou, I'm sorry... Dad deserves to die... Dad didn't save you and your mother." Shoemaker Li was so upset that he wanted to pull out his hair one strand at a time.
Miao Jinhua hugged Li the shoemaker and said, "Brother Li, I don't blame you... From now on, our family will always be together and will never be separated... forever..."

"Ah."

After Li the shoemaker responded, he hugged Miao Jinhua and Xiaorou tightly, not daring to let go for even a moment, for he was afraid that if he let go, his wife and daughter would be snatched away by the damn fire again...

……

Li the shoemaker saw hallucinations, saw Miao Jinhua, and saw his daughter Xiaorou calling "Daddy".

But in the real world, the situation is not like this.

He just lay on the grass, not really waking up. Two streams of black air filled his coat. Then, the coat fluttered like a living person, hugging Li the shoemaker tightly...

"Jinhua, Xiaorou - it would be great if you could still be by my side."

"Mingjiang Mansion, it would be great if it could return to the way it was a few days ago, with all of you here."

While dreaming, shoemaker Li suddenly had such a wish...

The rest of the people on the playground were basically like Li the shoemaker, sleeping with their coats hugged, mumbling about their "impossible wish". They hoped that Mingjiang Mansion could return to the way it was a few days ago. They didn't want to recreate Mingjiang Mansion, but wanted the time, people, and streetscapes to return to the way they were a few days ago...

(End of this chapter)