Day and night tour

Chapter 405 The Scheme to Slay the Gods
Zhou Xuan spoke with great confidence, but Jia Dao felt very uneasy.

"Sir, please think it over."

Jia Dao was a Taoist who had served Bi Fang for many years and knew Bi Fang's habits better than anyone.

"You think it's absolutely impossible for you to hide your ambush in the Great Dream? Bifang is a storyteller deity, and his perception of dreams is extremely keen."

In Jia Dao's understanding, the ambush hidden in the dream is like an open secret to Bi Fang. How could it possibly deceive Bi Fang's eyes?

Zhou Xuan opened his folding fan and said, "The dream I create is indistinguishable to Bifang."

His confidence stemmed from his skill in performing magic tricks.

The magic tricks of the magician can fool the gods, so naturally they can also fool Bifang.

Seeing Zhou Xuan's stubbornness, Jia Dao could no longer insist and simply said, "Since Master has made up his mind, then I have nothing more to say. I will support you."

As a Taoist who had been re-brainwashed by the engineers, he naturally had the awareness of a brainwasher and asked, "Master, what should I do?"

“You said that Bifang has agreed to join forces with the Abyssal Rat.”

“That’s right.” Jia Dao nodded.

"Then just treat me like the Abyssal Rat and let me communicate directly with Bifang."

Zhou Xuan said.

"Master, are you going to face Bifang directly now? Without prior preparation, I'm afraid something might go wrong."

"What went wrong? I am the Abyssal Rat."

Zhou Xuan gently patted the Taoist's shoulder and said, "Taoist Jia, you also want to capture Bifang, don't you?"

After the engineer modified Jia Dao, it became like the cerebellum.

Cerebellum hates the Buddhist Kingdom to the core, and Jia Dao hates Bi Fang to the core.

Therefore, Zhou Xuan's suggestion to "capture Bifang" was, for the Taoist priest, the first tactic of the magician: "to please him."

"I...I want to catch Bifang..."

Jia Dao's eyes were somewhat glazed, his speech slowed down, and he even started to stutter; he had already fallen for the trickery.

Zhou Xuan immediately conceived the image of the "Evil Rat of the Abyss" in his mind—a fat, blind rat without eyes.

“I am the evil rat of the abyss. I have submitted to the Great Master and together with you, I will bring the Bifang to the human world.”

Zhou Xuan then recalled how, in the Abyss, he had perfectly imitated the voice and tone of the evil rat.

This is the second tactic of the Caixi Hall, "bluffing," which involves creating a false identity to make the other party believe it without a doubt.

With two consecutive layers of techniques, the Zhou Xuan before Jia Dao was no longer Zhou Xuan, but a fat black rat.

Zhou Xuan tricked Jia Dao into believing he was an evil rat from the abyss. With a living evil rat appearing before Jia Dao, Jia Dao was less likely to make a mistake.

He nodded to Zhou Xuan and said, "I will contact Bi Fang now."

He closed his eyes and released the "shaman's" connection to heaven and earth.

"I am Jia Dao, and I request an audience with you, sir; I am Jia Dao, and I request an audience with you, sir."

"Jia Dao, how did things go?"

Bi Fang's deep voice rang in Jia Dao's ears.

"Sir, the Abyssal Rat has agreed to cooperate with you. He is right next to me and wants to communicate with you directly."

"Let the evil rat link to you."

Bifang said.

"Yes, sir."

Jia Dao suddenly raised his arms, feeling an overflow of his perception of heaven and earth. Zhou Xuan naturally understood his intention and attached his link to it.

As soon as the link was established, Zhou Xuan preemptively spoke: "The Heavenly God Bifang has ordered the execution of Zhou Xuan. The time has come. Why haven't you made your move yet?"

Bi Fang dreamed of killing Zhou Xuan, so when Zhou Xuan said, "The time has come to kill Zhou Xuan," he immediately activated "playing to his liking."

"Although Zhou Xuan is in Jingchuan Prefecture, this birdman has Yun Ziliang's ten great dragons protecting him and Li Changxun secretly helping him. Although I don't take those two protectors seriously, when a god descends to the mortal realm, safety comes first."

"Heh heh heh, so this is the Celestial God? How laughable! You had a golden opportunity to kill Zhou Xuan, yet you hesitated and wavered. Don't blame the heavens for not giving you the chance; blame your own incompetence."
As for our cooperation, that ends here.

Zhou Xuan used a "feigned indifference" tactic on Bi Fang. He was already very skilled at deception and knew exactly when to capture and when to release.

What is the most important thing in committing fraud?
opportunity!

Zhou Xuan was a master of seizing opportunities.

He not only verbally provoked Bifang, but also acted decisively, immediately canceling his sensory connection—leaving the group chat.

Inside the bamboo house, Zhou Xuan strode out.

When Jia Dao saw that the "Evil Rat of the Abyss" had left, he became a little anxious and shouted to Bi Fang, "Sir, the evil rat has left."

"I've lost everything. Even a vicious rat doesn't take me seriously," Bi Fang said angrily, his vigilance dropping to rock bottom.

With a rat spirit that could leave or curse at will, and leave the group chat whenever it wanted, Bi Fang had no reason to doubt him anymore.

"Sir, why don't you try to appease the vicious rat? Perhaps he really does have some inside information that you don't know?"

Jia Dao spoke again.

"Then go find him and bring him back."

"Yes, sir. The situation is not favorable for us now, so we need to be more humble."

"Are you teaching me how to do things too?" Bi Fang raised an eyebrow and said.

"No, no, I am absolutely loyal to you, sir, as heaven and earth can attest."

"I bet you wouldn't dare. Go and bring back the Abyssal Rat."

Having received Bi Fang's instructions, Jia Dao strode out and said to Zhou Xuan, "Mr. Rat, Bi Fang invites you to go back. Why don't you continue talking to him?"

"Of course we should talk, but we should wait a bit and let that unlucky Bifang worry a little longer."

Zhou Xuan sat back inside, brewed a pot of tea, and only reconnected the link after he had slowly finished drinking it.

Bi Fang had been waiting impatiently, and when he sensed that Zhou Xuan had rejoined the "group chat," he was overjoyed and said, "Mr. Rat, I was being rude just now."

"You are very rude. If I didn't also want to get rid of Zhou Xuan, I wouldn't have bothered with you at all."

Zhou Xuan said fiercely.

"That's right, that's right... Mr. Rat just said that now is the best time to kill Zhou Xuan, but I don't know how you came to this conclusion."

Bi Fang asked.

Zhou Xuan crossed his legs and said leisurely, "I am the Abyss Rat, with the bloodline of the Heavenly Ghost. I can divide my consciousness into invisible dust particles. Do you think my consciousness dust particles are not attached to Zhou Xuan?"

“Zhou Xuan’s perception is even stronger than that of a god. How could he not sense your consciousness being inserted into his consciousness?”

"If my consciousness enters his body, he will naturally know, but what if my speck of dust merely clings to his sleeve, serving as one of my own eyes?"

Upon hearing this, Bifang's eyes widened, and he hurriedly asked, "Mr. Rat, please continue."

"Today, Zhou Xuan made a great spectacle in Jingchuan Prefecture, beheading Mr. Ye's Eight-Incense Stick Li, a smuggler, in front of thousands of people from Jingchuan Prefecture."
This week, Xuan got cocky and arrogant. Relying on Yun Ziliang and Li Changxun's protection, he actually stormed into Mr. Ye's headquarters in one fell swoop.

"This Master Ye's hall master, Di Tong, is a peerless talent. At this moment, he is fighting against three opponents, Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, and Zhou Xuan all by himself, and he is not at a disadvantage at all."

“If you, Bifang, were to make another move now, my consciousness dust would stir up a black wind and blow it toward Jingchuan Prefecture. With the three of us—me, you, and Ditong—working together, we could accomplish great things.”

Bi Fang was captivated by the idea and immediately agreed, saying, "In that case, let's not delay and get started right away."

"Of course we have to take action. I'll leave the small talk for now and head to Jingchuan Prefecture immediately. Bifang, don't let me down."

"That's natural."

Bi Fang was full of confidence.

However, despite his eager words, he did not set off immediately. Instead, he revealed his Heavenly Eye and surveyed the land of Mingjiang Prefecture.

A black wind swept out from Huifeng Medical College and headed towards Jingchuan.

"The Abyssal Rat is true to its word and attacked first. I'll ask the members of my sect to confirm that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and then I'll descend to the mortal realm immediately."

……

That black wind was a "false appearance" manifested by Zhou Xuan's divine soul during its daily journey.

Upon arriving at Jingchuan Prefecture, Miss Qiang called out to Zhou Xuan from within the secret realm: "Ah Xuan, that Bi Fang is so cunning, he's been holding back his troops the whole time."

"He's a jinx who won't act until he sees the benefits; it's common for him to remain inactive."

Zhou Xuan had already returned to Mr. Ye's main residence. He said to Mr. Bai Liu, "I expect Bi Fang will come looking for you. When you see him, tell him that I, Yun Ziliang, and Li Changxun fought to the death with Di Tong."

"You must describe how tragic it was. If the scene wasn't tragic, if there wasn't a fierce struggle between the snipe and the clam, Bi Fang, who calls himself the fisherman, wouldn't have come down to the mortal world to take advantage of the situation."

After Zhou Xuan explained the general idea, the mystery of Master Bai Liu's realm began to stir.

"Master, you are a prophet. Bifang really did come looking for me."

"Then repeat what I just said." Zhou Xuan nodded.

After responding, Mr. Bai Liu bit his finger and drew a trail of fire on his forehead.

After the firelight flickered, Mr. Bai Liu's sandalwood fan emitted a faint glow.

……

Inside the Divine Kingdom thatched cottage in the Sky Dome, Bifang stared at the sandalwood fan not far away and asked, "Bai Liu, you know that I don't get along with Zhou Xuan, so why did you enter Mr. Ye's main hall with him?"

“Master, it is true that circumstances are beyond our control. Zhou Xuan killed Li Zougui, who was eight incense sticks in length, on the painted boat. I am only seven incense sticks in length. How could I dare to offend him?”

"Ha, glib tongue. Tell me, what's the current situation within Mr. Ye's organization?"

"Zhou Xuan, relying on his protector, wanted to teach Di Tong a lesson. But Di Tong's cultivation was extremely high; he was considered a strongman among the nine incense sticks of the mortal realm. How could the main hall, a sacred place, allow others to act so presumptuously?"
The earth spirit threw out the soul banner, awakening the blood fetus. It used demonic sounds to resist Yun Ziliang's nine ancient dragon kings, while the paper banner fought against Li Changxun. Meanwhile, he and Zhou Xuan faced off alone, swords drawn.

Zhou Xuan was indeed a formidable figure. He possessed the Dao Ancestor's World Style, the Tattooed Landscape Map, and the incense offerings that ascended after the Heavenly God's spirit writing. He even managed to fight the Earth Child to a standstill.

However, the scene was extremely brutal; Yun Ziliang had lost an arm, and Li Changxun was being suppressed and forced to retreat steadily…

To be fair, Mr. Bai Liu was quite the storyteller; his vivid descriptions brought the brutal battlefield to life.
Even before Bifang descended to earth, he could already smell the stench of blood.

“Good! Good! The Abyssal Rat is clearly a brute. Such a brute is good at charging into battle, but he doesn’t understand human nature and can’t deceive people. What he told me was indeed true.”

The nine golden tokens inside Bifang's thatched hut echoed continuously. In Bifang's view, they were the resounding echoes of his battle intent to kill Zhou Xuan.

"White Willow, today I will descend. As long as you feel my pull within the secret realm, begin to recite the book. I will descend by relying on your book."

Having said that, Mr. Bai Liu took his leave.

Once his consciousness left the divine realm, Mr. Bai Liu immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhou Xuan and said, "Bi Fang wants to use my storytelling as a means to descend to the mortal world."

"good very good."

Zhou Xuan immediately contacted his sister Zhou Lingyi via the link, asking, "Brother Peng, King Xishan, Li Changxun, and Lao Yun, have you completed the assembly?"

"They arrived at Pingshui Prefecture by a gust of wind and have been waiting for a long time."

"That's good. Now that you've brought them all over, it's our turn to hunt down Bifang."

Zhou Xuan said this.

Zhou Lingyi immediately activated the tree gate, and the Zhou family ancestral tree hurled down several branches. Those who were about to kill Bi Fang were all entangled and sent towards Master Ye's main hall in Jingchuan Prefecture.

Apart from Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, Peng Sheng, and Xishan Wang, Zhou Lingyi, Master Jiu, and Yuan Buyu also arrived.

Zhou Xuan patted Yuan Buyu on the shoulder and said, "Master, what brings you here?"

"A civil war among storytellers! I want to witness you betraying your master and ancestors with my own eyes!"

Yuan Buyu waved his folding fan and said with a smile.

"Old Jiu, what brings you here too?"

This question was asked by the Earth Child.

"I didn't intend to come. I was just standing under the Zhou family's ancestral tree watching the fun when the tree swayed down a branch and forcibly brought me here."

Master Jiu took the gourd from his waist, took a big gulp, and said, "Boss, you guys are really not fair. Last time you tried to persuade Master, but today Li the Ghost brought so many disciples to capture Master?"

"That was all a misunderstanding, and now the misunderstanding has been cleared up."

The child spread his arms wide and gestured, saying, "Now, we are all Master's people."

Upon arriving at this point, Li Changxun's pessimistic mindset resurfaced, and he said, "Something's not right. I'm afraid our group can't kill Bifang. Our skills aren't up to par."

"Li Shanzu, where is the arrogance you showed when you were bullying Li the Ghost on the pleasure boat? The battle hasn't even started yet, and you're already spouting discouraging words."

Zhou Xuan gestured for Li Changxun to say less, then stepped forward and said, "Everyone, I, Zhou Xuan, have invited you here today to help us kill Bifang. I have devised a strategy..."
Please set aside your offerings and slumber in my dream. When Bifang arrives, I will awaken you.
Let's ambush Bifang from all sides and trap him like a turtle in a jar.

Since Zhou Xuan had brought them here, they were well aware of his abilities. Without further ado, they each put away their incense offerings.

Then Zhou Xuan arranged places for everyone and hid them in the various rooms of Mr. Ye's main hall.

After doing all this, Zhou Xuan also hid in a side room and shared a room with Di Tong.

Then, he performed a divination, raising the incense to seven sticks, and then put on the "Bifang" mask, unleashing the ninth level of storytelling techniques—"I am the master of dreams."

A grand dream, spanning seven incense sticks, enveloped the entire Night Master's headquarters.

Apart from Mr. Bai Liu, who resisted the dream with Meng Yu'er swimming around him, everyone else fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Xuan was the master of the dream, so he was naturally awake. At this moment, he removed the storyteller's mask and used the magician's "Mirror Flower Water Moon".

"In Mr. Ye's main hall, the air was thick with the smell of blood, and swords flashed everywhere."

With the setup of the "illusory scene" of a mirage,

Zhou Xuan once again used the magician's "creating something from nothing".

"In the main hall, which was filled with the atmosphere of battle, Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, and I were fighting against Di Tong. The battle was extremely fierce."

Creating something from nothing means imagining living things within a false scenario to make people believe it.

Living things can be people, or they can be flowers, birds, fish, or insects.

After doing all this, Zhou Xuan used a "bluff" on himself: "I am not a storyteller, I am just a magician. I can fool anyone in the world, but I can't escape the dreams of those storytellers."

Deceiving yourself!

Moreover, Zhou Xuan was extremely successful in deceiving himself; at this moment, he truly believed that he was a magician, not a storyteller.

The grand dream of "I am the master of the dream" finally successfully hypnotized Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan and his henchmen were all fast asleep in this great dream, more peaceful than corpses.

Inside the main hall, only Mr. Shirayuki remained, moving about freely.

He felt that the main hall was unusually quiet at this moment, and he could not sense even a trace of incense.

"It's even quieter than the nights in the prefectural city."

Mr. Bai Liu exclaimed, "Master is truly an extraordinary person. He used a grand dream to cover up the incense smoke of everyone, even hypnotizing himself into sleep. Then, he used a colorful play to weave a tragic battle scene in this temple, luring Bi Fang to come."

Meng Yu'er is not afraid of dreams, illusions, or deception.

This also allowed Mr. Shirayagi to see everything around him clearly.

"People say that the Great Nuo Cultivation has nine halls, which is broad but not deep, and it is difficult to achieve anything significant. But today, the Great Master has shown me that having one more hall is a huge advantage. If used properly, it can be both broad and deep."

Mr. Bai Liu immediately sat down and quietly waited for Bi Fang to arrive.

"Shirayuki, tell the story."

After waiting for three or four minutes, Bi Fang's voice rang out in Mr. Bai Liu's secret realm.

Mr. Bai Liu straightened up, opened his folding fan, and began to recount the story that had established the status of storytellers.

Rather than calling it a book, it was more like a divine oracle conveyed by an supreme will.

"The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a goat-headed monster, and the Others planted an eye in the temple. From then on, the fires of the world were extinguished, and darkness enveloped the continent..."

The book had just begun to be read when Bifang infused his perception into it, rather than choosing to descend directly.

He wanted to use this book as his "eyes" to see for himself what was happening inside Mr. Ye's hall.

As he looked, he happened to see the elaborate performance that Zhou Xuan had arranged in advance.

While chatting with Zhou Xuan, he had already fallen for the tricks of "catering to his preferences" and "bluffing." Now, these charlatanry and deceptive tactics were being directly added to his consciousness.

He saw it.

Upon entering Mr. Ye's hall, a fierce battle was indeed taking place, with Li Changxun, Yun Ziliang, and Zhou Xuan facing off against Di Tong, who was wielding knives.

Zhou Xuan shouted at Yun Ziliang, "Old Yun, use the Jingchuan Great Dragon to block that Earth Child. I'll activate the Tree Gate and bring my sister and master here to help."

“Xuanzi, I’m out of ideas. That Earth Child’s attacks are too fierce. I can’t stop them and I can’t buy any time.”

"If we can't activate the tree gate, the three of us will have to stay here."

Seeing Zhou Xuan's irritability, Bi Fang couldn't tell that this was a magic trick. He really thought Zhou Xuan was in dire straits, and immediately laughed, "Oh dear, Zhou Xuan, you'll never have the chance to activate this tree gate in your lifetime."

"As long as I take action, together with Di Tong, killing the three of you will be a piece of cake. As for the Abyss Rat, it doesn't matter whether I take action or not."

Bi Fang was in a great mood. He withdrew his perception first, then took out the nine golden magic tokens and threw them towards Ping Shui Mansion.

The golden tokens, like arrows, landed on the nine mountains surrounding the Zhou family troupe, forming an invisible light shield that settled over their heads.

This golden token array can block the teleportation of the tree gate.

Without the tree gate providing Zhou Xuan with assistance, Bi Fang would have no worries about the future.

He waved his hand, and the folding fan and gavel in front of the desk flew into his hand.

"Zhou Xuan, I'm here."

……

In the state of Jing, storytellers have always held an extremely high status.

When Bifang descended, his body shone with golden light. He carried the gavel and walked among Mr. Bailiu's lectures.

Several golden flowers floated and swayed in Mr. Ye's main hall as he read the story.

The number of flowers kept increasing until it reached forty-nine, at which point the golden flowers merged together and formed the shape of Bifang.

He was as tall as a crane, with fiery lines between his eyebrows; in terms of appearance and temperament alone, he truly deserved the title of an immortal.

"Zhou Xuan, how have you been?"

Bi Fang stood behind Zhou Xuan and shouted. He was too proud of himself, but at this moment, Meng Yu'er had already appeared in the side room where Zhou Xuan was.

Zhou Xuan was fast asleep in his dream. Not far from him, a fat man weighing over 500 pounds was snoring softly.

Meng Yu'er transformed into a pair of eyes, the eyes of a gambling addict.

When the child felt the gaze of those eyes in the dream, his consciousness began to react.

"Any pair of eyes staring at me, I will gouge out those eyes."

"Poke out! Poke out!!"

The Earth Child awoke from his deep slumber, opening his blood-red eyes, his killing intent already evident.
All of this happened just as it did during the rehearsals.

……

Bi Fang realized something was wrong. He clearly saw Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, and Zhou Xuan fighting to the death with Di Tong.

He called out to Zhou Xuan, but Zhou Xuan did not answer him.

He called out to Di Tong, wanting to fight alongside him, but Di Tong still refused.

Zhou Xuan, Di Tong, and the others did not resemble living people at all, but rather a group of puppets held by strings.

"Fake? A dream?"

Bi Fang immediately became suspicious. As the ancestor of storytellers and a god of the heavens, how could he not distinguish between dreams?
"It's a trap."

Bi Fang realized what was happening and wanted to retreat from Mr. Bai Liu's lecture back to the Heavenly Kingdom.

But when he turned his head, he saw Mr. Bai Liu standing straight, while a young man sitting upright in the chair next to him was waving a folding fan.

"Zhou Xuan!" Bi Fang's eyes could spit fire.

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Mr. Bi, how have you been?"

(End of this chapter)