Day and night tour

Chapter 394 The True Form of the Dream
The wine jar rolled onto the ground, and the Wine Master didn't bother to clean it up. He quickly recovered from his surprise and hurriedly asked the Arrow Master, "That's not right, Old Arrow. Besides the Nuo God and the God of Bitter Calamity, where else are there gods?"

Gods are not rare. In the two thousand years of Jing Kingdom, only the Nuo God is confirmed to be alive. Then Zhou Xuan went to Mingjiang Prefecture and accidentally awakened the "God of Pain and Calamity".

But the Nuo God was the ancestor of the Zhou family, so Zhou Xuan naturally couldn't kill him.
The God of Bitter Calamity had already perished in the game of heaven and earth, and his will had been scattered. He couldn't be gathered up and killed again.

"It is the God of Dreams."

Lord Arrow said, "During the reconstruction of Mingjiang Prefecture, the people of Mingjiang, deeply grateful for the great kindness and virtue of the Great Master, gathered their faith. This time, the power of faith was exceptionally strong..."

"So you inadvertently awakened the Dream God?"

"Whether it's an awakening or not is hard to say, but that dream god was really despicable. Unable to resist the temptation of the rich power of faith, he actually condensed a ball of divine fire to devour the faith."

Lord Arrow was extremely careful with his words.

Master Jiu squinted and said, "Then this Dream God is a bit of a loser. He's eagerly absorbing the faith power that others have created. Doesn't he have any shame?"

"That's why Yun Ziliang, Peng Sheng, and Lao Hua couldn't stand it anymore and joined forces to extinguish that ball of fire and also erase the divine will contained within it."

As soon as Lord Arrow finished speaking, Lord Wine immediately interrupted, saying, "Then let it be erased. We didn't see it with our own eyes."

Since we can't see it, then no one in the world can see it either; if we can't see it, it's as if it never happened.

When faced with such events, the Master of Wine always possesses the "power of self-control," meaning that if he doesn't see it, it doesn't mean it didn't happen.

Lord Arrow shook his head and said, "If only it were that simple—a god-level being saw it."

"Who is it?" asked the Master of Wine.

“Bifang”.

Master Arrow said, "This Bifang is the sworn enemy of the Great Master. According to the secret letter Zhou Lingyi sent me, only one person can survive as the holder of the Heavenly Book."

Both Bifang and the Great Master are holders of the Heavenly Book, and the Heavenly Book currently favors the Great Master. Therefore, if Bifang doesn't resort to tricks and forcefully kills the Great Master, this deity will be slain by the Heavenly Book.

Upon hearing this, Master Jiu understood perfectly.

Despite the current state of disaster in Mingjiang Prefecture, there are still quite a few highly respected figures residing there.
Especially with the presence of the King of Xishan, who has nine sticks of incense burning, plus the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree and the Ancient Golden Bell Tree, all eyeing the city covetously, and Zhou Xuan himself being a perfect fit for the great city of Mingjiang Prefecture.

He possessed the unique style of the valley and the tree-lined gate, allowing him to readily influence Zhou Lingyi and receive offerings in return.

Killing Master Da by force is extremely difficult.

However, the fact that he "slew the gods" gave Bi Fang room to maneuver.

If public opinion is a deadly weapon, then Bifang controls the most important channel of public opinion in the Jing Kingdom—the storyteller.

The old man replied, "Old Arrow, is Bifang going to incite the storyteller to spread the story of the Great Master's killing of the god far and wide?"

"You're so kind-hearted, you're thinking the same thing as Bifang."

At this point, Lord Arrow walked outside: "Let's go, let's go to the Zhou family troupe. No wonder my eyelids have been twitching these past two days, something big has really happened."

"What's wrong with you? Your eyelid twitching is a medical condition; you need to see a doctor to treat it." Master Jiu followed Master Jian out of the teahouse.

He felt that the matter wasn't too serious.

"The fire of the gods has been extinguished, so be it. The Kingdom of Jing has never had any rules that say that gods cannot be killed."

"Besides, we still have the Nuo God to keep things in order," Master Jiu rambled on.

Lord Arrow suddenly turned around and said, word by word, "If the nature of the Heavenly God's Fire is truly the same as that of the God of Suffering, then the annihilation will indeed be annihilated. But what if... this Heavenly God's Fire is not a newly awakened God, but an avatar of a God?"

The old man gasped, and after stammering for a long time, he finally said, "Old Arrow, your conjecture is rather bold."

"I also hope that my speculation will not come true, otherwise, it will really be a huge problem."

Lord Arrow said this.

If it were a dream god, who had only recently awakened, having his will extinguished, even if it alarmed the experts of the Nine Palaces, it would be nothing more than this.

After all, Zhou Xuan had the support of three prefectures. Even if the other five prefectures were dissatisfied, they could send experts to question him and the matter would be resolved peacefully.

"Where did these three prefectures come from?" said Master Jiu. "Aren't they just Mingjiang Prefecture and Pingshui Prefecture, supported by Master Jiu?"

"Don't forget the Snow Mountain Prefecture in the far west."

Lord Jian said, "The Wheel of Zen in Snow Mountain Prefecture is the most powerful in the prefecture, and Master Wuya is by your side."

Master Wuya is an incarnation of an ancient Buddha. When the Chan school of the Wheel of Dharma sees Master Wuya, it is as if they have seen the ancient Buddha.

Zhao Wuyai's status within Buddhism is absolutely transcendent, and since Buddhism extends its love to all its followers, it will naturally support Zhou Xuan as well.

"If you put it that way, then it really is the Three Prefectures." Lord Jiu immediately agreed with Lord Jian's point of view.

Lord Arrow added, "But if what the Great Master and the others cut down was merely the avatar of the Dream God—the true form of the Dream God—how can we stand idly by?"

The essence of a celestial being is the embodiment of human faith... When a avatar is killed by a group of mortals, and the news spreads throughout the Nine Provinces and the whole world knows about it, how can the celestial being himself remain calm?
If he doesn't stand up and show those ordinary people what's what, who will still believe in him?
If one loses their faith, their own faith power will dissipate, and their strength will be further reduced.

"Bi Fang's move not only put the Great Master on the fire, but also put the Dream God on the fire."

Only after understanding this did Master Jiu realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Then we need to hurry up and go to the Zhou Family Troupe."

The man immediately quickened his pace...

……

The autumn rain in Mingjiang Prefecture has finally stopped.

As the human power that Zhou Xuan had entrusted to him was exhausted, the Cloud City no longer shed the dead, and the progress of rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture also came to a halt.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons begins at noon, but by this time, it is already night.

The desolate state of Mingjiang Prefecture had changed from the previous few days. With the lights on, it had regained some of the grandeur of the former economic center of the Jing Kingdom.

As Zhou Xuan's soul returned to its place, he heard a cacophony of laughter and cheers.

The laughter and celebratory sounds were like tangible objects. Zhou Xuan reached out and plucked them, then casually pinched them together to form a delicate little doll.

He handed the "little doll" to Xishanwang and said, "Old Xi, you always look so worried, this is for you."

King Xishan took the baby, and as soon as he held it in his hand, he felt much better.

"This is?"

King Xishan looked at Zhou Xuan, puzzled.

Before Zhou Xuan could speak, Zen Master Wuya interrupted, his face beaming with smiles, and he clasped his hands together: "Congratulations, Master, you have entered the first realm of the Law of Destiny—the Seven Emotions Wheel."

"Those who enter this realm will find that the seven human emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, worry, thought, and fear—are all tangible and can be manipulated at will by the Great Master. They can be used as ritual objects, and by constantly being accompanied by these ritual objects, one will be influenced by the seven emotions within them."

Zen Master Wuya then said to King Xishan, “King Hu, your Yin and Yang are out of balance, with Yin dominating and Yang declining. This manifests in your body as a constant frown and a heart full of worries with little joy. This doll of yours is made from joy and happiness. If you keep it by your side, it will bring you great benefits.”

“Zen Master, please stop talking and let me speak.”

Just as Zen Master Wuya was explaining the benefits of children to King Xishan, he got to the point. But Li Changxun, the show-off, as if afraid of not being able to stand out, forcibly interrupted Zen Master Wuya and tried to help him continue.

"Old Xi, we Taoists cultivate the two energies of Yin and Yang. When these two energies are deficient, they affect the five internal organs and six bowels, and then reflect on the body."

"This child, Master, does the opposite of what you're looking for. He influences your spirit, harmonizing your essence, energy, and spirit, and then reflects on your yin and yang energies, helping you balance any imbalances. You should be secretly pleased; this is a good thing."

After Li Changxun explained the situation, the Prince of Xishan realized the doll was valuable and carefully put it away.

Yun Ziliang patted Zhou Xuan on the shoulder and said, "No wonder the God of Dreams is trying to snatch this power of faith. This time, the power of faith is far too concentrated."

Is it really that strong?

Zhou Xuan asked Yun Ziliang.

"Of course." Yun Ziliang pointed at King Xishan and said, "Did you see King Xishan? He's a top-tier cultivator, knowledgeable about the secrets of the Jing Kingdom, yet he stumbled at your level, failing to even discern the first level of the Destiny Law."

This law of destiny is the most difficult law for the Kingdom of Jing to comprehend and cultivate.

Yun Ziliang then asked Zhou Xuan, "Do you still remember those evil gods under the constellation of the obscuring constellation? The god of fate on Qiuchang Road comprehended the law of fate, but his cultivation level was too low, except for being able to use some minor techniques within the law of fate. He was as low as an ordinary person."

Zhou Xuan nodded.

The evil gods under the constellation of obscuring the sky, such as the God of Time and the God of Willow, are all easy to defeat, but the God of Fate—Zhou Xuan felt that even Xiao Fuzi might not be able to beat that "God of Fate".

"Simply because the laws of fate are extremely difficult to cultivate and almost impossible to comprehend."

Yun Ziliang said, "You can freely combine the seven emotions, which is a level of the Law of Destiny. You have already achieved perfection. If it weren't for the vast power of faith in Mingjiang Prefecture, how could you have achieved perfection in such a short time?"

“Old Yun, the hatred you harbor in your heart will eventually damage your liver fire and make your yang energy too strong. I’ll make you a happy doll to balance your yin and yang energies.”

Zhou Xuan said with a smile. Yun Ziliang waved his hands repeatedly and said, "There's no need for that. The hatred I feel can't be resolved. Hatred has sustained me for three hundred years. If it were easily resolved, I'm afraid I'd end up like my fifth senior brother, with nothing left to strive for."
But the fifth brother had no ambitions; at least he had avenged his great enemy, while I hadn't even avenged mine yet.

In Yun Ziliang's heart, although these hatreds damaged his liver fire and yang energy, they also supported his belief in revenge.

To not kill his enemies and thus extinguish the hatred would, in his view, be to betray those disciples and followers of Hidden Dragon Mountain who were brutally murdered.

“Grandmaster, don’t worry about your Hidden Dragon Mountain for now. I’m afraid that Mingjiang Prefecture will become the second Hidden Dragon Mountain.”

Li Changxun was somewhat overwhelmed and became extremely agitated, bursting into tears.

Yun Ziliang glared at Li Changxun and said, "Damn it, how come our Xunlong Hall only produces such cowards as you? You've even extinguished the will of the Heavenly Fire, what are you afraid of?"

Seeing Li Changxun's dejected expression, Yun Ziliang knew that this god-level disciple of the Dragon Seeking Sect was afraid that the Dream God would retaliate.

But if the will of the gods is gone, what is there to fear in terms of retribution?
"Are you afraid that our secret of erasing the will of the gods will be revealed, attracting the gods' followers to come and attack us?"

The painter was not worried and patted his chest, saying, "Let them come if they want. Mingjiang Prefecture has ancient trees and golden bells, so those experts can't sneak in. If someone really tries to force their way in, the Mingjiang Prefecture's Bureau of Expeditions is not to be trifled with."

"What's there to be afraid of, you believers in gods? What I'm afraid of is the god of dreams."

Li Changxun said, "Didn't you notice anything strange...? Why did the fire of the Dream God suddenly appear without causing any changes in the heavens and earth?"

When the God of Calamity awakened, the land of Mingjiang Prefecture trembled continuously before the God's fire was ignited.

And the Dream God appeared so quietly, even more stealthily than a burglar breaking into a house.

Li Changxun added, "This shows that this ball of fire is not a sign of the resurgence of the Dream God, but rather his avatar."

"What you have obliterated is the avatar of the God of Dreams."

"A clone? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Yun Ziliang asked Li Changxun.

Li Changxun immediately clapped his hands together and said, "Didn't I not understand at first either? It was only when you made your move that I realized that after you killed the Heavenly God's avatar, the Dream Heavenly God would not let it go."
"If the true form of the Dream God were to descend, he would crush you all like chicks."

Li Changxun immediately made a "grab" motion in the air to demonstrate the unparalleled divine power of the gods.

"We've already used the Divine Interference Slash, so there's no point in fearing it now."

The painter stepped forward and said, "Whoever did it, step forward and give the Dream God an explanation."

The musician, who had a volatile temper, also said, "That's right, at worst we can just hand over the heads of the five of us to the Dream God."

"Do you think the gods would play the game of human morality with you? The fact that they only destroyed the entire Youshensi and Pengjia Town is because they are merciful. Who knows, not a single person in Mingjiang Prefecture will escape."

Li Changxun grew increasingly sorrowful as he spoke, saying, "The difference between a Celestial God and a Deity is like heaven and earth, let alone you disciples who are only eight or nine incense sticks in age. Just wait to die. Buy your burial clothes and coffins, and just wait to die!"

"Don't rush to shout," Zhou Xuan said, reaching out and grasping Li Changxun's shoulder. "Listen to me first."

Zhou Xuan spoke, and Li Changxun dared not continue shouting. As if a switch had been flipped, he immediately fell silent.

"The God of Dreams is coming for revenge, why should we be afraid of him?"

Zhou Xuan pointed to his chest and said, "If he were to make a move, at least two Celestial Gods would not stand idly by."

"Two?"

"One of them is our Zhou family's ancestor, the Nuo god Fang Xiangshi! The other is the incense-offering Taoist priest."

Zhou Xuan said, "Incense and fire have a very special relationship with me."

Incense and Fire, the renowned "Guardian of Time and Space" of the Well Kingdom, is also a god-level being. The stars of nine incense sticks are no match for him.

With this old Taoist priest in charge, and given that the Dream God was in the wrong first, could he just sit idly by if the Dream God were to take action?

"With the ancestors and the old Taoist priests still around, even if the dream world wants to take action, it will have to think twice."

Zhou Xuan pointed to the location of his secret realm and said, "Besides, if the Dream God really breaks off relations, and the Zhou family's Nuo God is asleep while the incense-offering Taoist priests hold their noses and refuse to help, then I'll flip the table."

"I will resurrect the Blood Well and throw out the Mother of a Hundred Demons. Let me see if that dream god is afraid or not."

At this point, Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said, "If the gods threaten us, we should hand them over. That's not something I, Zhou Xuan, would do! But when it comes to a fight to the death, I, Zhou Xuan, am quite good at it."

Li Changxun stared intently at Zhou Xuan, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed. He realized that this crazy young man was even crazier than he had imagined... and his madness was justified and planned.

"Let's go, a few of us, and wander around Mingjiang Prefecture to see how the city is being restored. The people must be very happy, and we should share in their joy."

Zhou Xuan immediately led everyone to stroll around the city, which warmed the hearts of the painter, Yun Ziliang, and the others.

The fact that Zhou Xuan resolutely rejected the idea of ​​"handing over people to appease the gods' anger" when facing the approaching gods proves that they had not followed the wrong person.

But this idea has always been Zhou Xuan's belief in life: you have placed your heavy bets on me, so I cannot lose, and there is no reason for me to betray you.

After Zhou Xuan and his companions left the donkey shed, the dark clouds in the sky, like a black ocean, surged with towering waves.

Each wave crashed with tremendous force.

The God of Dreams was born from the waves of the sea of ​​clouds, and the turbulence of the sea of ​​clouds was a sign of his impending descent.

However, such a turbulent sea of ​​clouds is invisible not only to mortals, but even to a god like Li Changxun.

But some people can see it.

An old Taoist priest riding a black donkey, holding a whisk, travels above the sea of ​​clouds.

"Old Meng, you're just greedy. You sent out an avatar to steal Zhou Housheng's faith power. You've lived for thousands of years, and you're trying to steal food from a young man. Aren't you ashamed?"

The clouds in the sky seemed to gather into a bugle call.

The horn was once the magical artifact of the Dream God, and now it has become the embodiment of the Dream God.

The Dream Avatar sneered, "Incense-burning Taoist, Zhou Xuancai relied on you, and you really are obedient, wagging your tail and coming over."

"Your words are truly awful, but I owe that young man a debt, so it's only right that I come out and help."

The Taoist priest waved his whisk again and said, "Of course, to put it more nicely, I also worry about the Kingdom of Jing and do not want the gods of the Kingdom of Jing to start a civil war before the Buddha Kingdom arrives."

"Fratricide is not a good thing for the Kingdom of Jing."

"I will regain the face I lost today." The Dream God ignored all advice and said, "Zhou Xuan, you have to give me an explanation."

"Explain? How do you expect me to explain?"

The incense-burning Taoist priest said, "Make him hand over the disciple from the sect who killed your clone? I know him. Instead of making him hand over the person, you might as well kill him."

"Then I'll really kill him."

The horn of the dream god is buzzing softly.

"Would the Nuo God just stand by and watch you kill Zhou Xuan? Old Meng, has too much time passed? Have you forgotten who among the nine celestial gods is the unparalleled war god of the Jing Kingdom?"

"Even if the God of Nuo doesn't intervene, do you think the Celestial Venerable of the Blood Well will let you off the hook?"

The incense-burning Taoist priest sneered, "It's not easy for the Blood Well Celestial Venerable to find a high priest. If you, as a celestial being, are not so particular, then the Blood Well Celestial Venerable, the Nuo God, and I are not so particular either."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm teaching you how to do things."

After giving the Dream God a disdainful look, the incense-burning Taoist priest said, "Forget it, old Dream. You've really lost face today, but if you hadn't been fighting with the younger generation for faith power, you wouldn't have lost face. In my opinion, you should go back to your Time Realm and stay there, and just pretend this... never happened."

"Out of sight, out of mind? I can't just ignore it."

“Why can’t we do anything? Zhou Xuan and the others won’t go around talking about it, and neither will Zhou Lingyi and the others. You were in the Realm of Faith when your clone was severed. No one else could see it, and even if they could, no one would go around talking about it.”

"No one in the world knows that you were killed because of a distraction, so it's as if nothing happened, which means you didn't lose face."

The Taoist priest, whose demeanor had become increasingly gentle, said, "So, accept the loss you suffered. It's not a big deal. Take a step back, and the world will be a better place."

The Dream God persisted, saying, "Old Taoist, the fact that my clone was severed cannot be concealed. It won't be long before everyone in the Nine Provinces knows."

"Why?" the incense-burning Taoist priest asked.

“I can sense that Bifang has summoned all the storytellers in the world to tell the story of my disgraceful deeds. Therefore, I cannot turn a blind eye to it. Zhou Xuan must give me an explanation, and give me an explanation with the head of the disciple who cut off my clone, the lives of the Mingjiang Prefecture's wandering spirits, and the lives of the clansmen in Pengjia Town.”

The Dream God said, “If I kill Zhou Xuan, you might intervene, but if I kill these insignificant figures mentioned above, you won’t stop me. Compared to the impending civil war among the gods, your sacrifice of the Wandering God Division, Pengjia Town, and those five disciples is a negligible price for you, the Nuo God, and the Blood Well Celestial Venerable.”

The incense-burning Taoist priest fell silent. He never expected that "Bifang" would interfere.

It was precisely because of the episode where Bifang gathered everyone in the world that the story of "the slaying of the Dream God's avatar" was written in great detail, which ironically elevated the Dream God's status.

The Dream God will either receive a satisfactory answer or descend upon Mingjiang Prefecture and take action against the Mingjiang Wandering God Bureau and Pengjia Town...

(End of this chapter)