Day and night tour

Chapter 407 The Legend of the "Blood God"

As soon as Bi Fang finished speaking, the surrounding scene changed quite a bit.

At least in Zhou Xuan's view, things had changed a lot. All his companions had disappeared, including his sister and master.

The people surrounding Zhou Xuan were, apart from the ancestors of the Wu tribe, also the ancestors of the Wu tribe.

"What about people?"

Zhou Xuan looked around.

If the people around you disappear, the scope of the dream becomes infinitely large.

If, when Bifang first began to dream, the scope of the dream was only the size of an ancient altar,
But the dream I have now feels like an entire world.

There is moonlight, river water, and a gentle breeze. Besides the ancestors who perform sacrifices, there are also pedestrians, merchants, and temples everywhere...

Zhou Xuan overheard the merchants chatting about their recent business and how much money they were making.

He heard from the village below the mountain that a mother was coaxing her children to sleep, while complaining about her husband who was not far away, saying that he slept too soundly and could not share her worries.

Zhou Xuan also heard monks inside the temple chanting Buddhist scriptures while striking a wooden fish.

"Thump, thump, thump",
The sound of the wooden fish being struck was weak and listless, and the chanting of scriptures was also listless. The monk must have exhausted himself during the day, which made him unable to concentrate on the evening prayers.

All the sounds were gathered by Zhou Xuan's ears, revealing an extremely realistic world.

"One flower, one world; one leaf, one Bodhi. How could Bifang's dream generate such a real world? Is it Taoist magic or supernatural power?"

Zhou Xuan was filled with emotion.

He originally thought that the gods in the sky wouldn't be so difficult to deal with. After all, during the Heaven and Earth Chess Game, Zhou Xuan borrowed the "World Style" and the momentum of all the chess pieces on the cliff monk's chessboard to kill Zhe Xing and Gong Zheng in succession.

Looking back now... it was because I combined my skills with Mu Hua back then that I was able to quickly raise the incense sticks' combat power to nine sticks.

In addition, the "momentum" amplified by the chessboard was too powerful. The combination of these factors made it extremely easy for him to slay gods, but it also led him to misunderstand the power of gods.

The power of a god is indeed beyond what human methods can achieve.

"But what methods does Bifang intend to use to kill me?"

A dream severed Zhou Xuan's connection with all his helpers, and it's likely that the others are in the same predicament.

"If that's the case, then why is Bifang being so secretive... Why not just kill me with a casual stroll?"

Zhou Xuan pondered to himself.

Although he possesses many supernatural abilities, as his master Yuan Buyu taught him when he first began learning, "Abilities are abilities, and incense offerings are incense offerings; they should not be confused."

His level of spiritual cultivation is far inferior to that of Bifang. If he were to face Bifang head-on, he would definitely be unable to withstand the attack.

“Since Bifang is not coming, there must be a reason why he is not coming.”

Upon realizing this, Zhou Xuan immediately came to a conclusion—in this dream that seemed so real, Bi Fang probably couldn't use his leisurely stroll to enter the dream and kill him.

"Otherwise, he should have come in long ago."

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan then pondered another question—if Bifang cannot enter this dream, then what is the purpose of this dream?

“Bifang would never have risked his life to us, so it’s highly unlikely that he would create a boundless dreamscape that is comparable to reality just to show us his level of incense offerings.”

If the purpose of using incense offerings is not to kill, it would be better to set up a street stall, perform acrobatics, and earn some money to spend.

These are Li Changxun's original words. Even someone as cowardly as him understands this principle, so how could Bi Fang not understand it?
"If Bifang's true form doesn't enter this dream, how can it kill us? Could it really be killing us by entering a dream within a dream?"

Zhou Xuan recalled Bi Fang's original words: "I have planted the dream people, you must kill them, otherwise they will kill you."

According to Bi Fang, two of Zhou Xuan's group had their dreams implanted by him, and these two were the key to their assassination.

"Who could it be?"

Zhou Xuan was momentarily bewildered and said, "Could it be that Bi Fang's method of killing us is really as he said, using our own people to kill our own people?"

He shook his head, feeling that Bi Fang's explanation was somewhat too mystical.

"I wonder if there are any other ways to break free from this grand dream."

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan began searching everywhere.

He wanted to find those companions who were "unknown whereabouts".

Besides searching for companions, Zhou Xuan is also trying various methods to break free from this dream.

He unleashed his senses, attempting to penetrate this grand dream, but failed.

He tried to create a dream to collide with Bifang's dream, but naturally, the stone ox disappeared without a trace.

Moreover, Zhou Xuan discovered that he could no longer enter his own secret realm. It was as if a door was blocked between him and the secret realm, and he did not have the key to open that door.

Fortunately, the door wasn't sealed tightly, so the incense offerings were still continuously supplying him.

"This dream of the gods is indeed extraordinary."

Not only was there no way to break the dream, but Zhou Xuan couldn't even "perish together" with Bi Fang. He couldn't summon the Blood Well, nor could he extract the Mother of a Hundred Ghosts. He couldn't even discuss countermeasures with the engineer and Miss Wall.

The greatest loneliness I've experienced since arriving in Jing Kingdom is today.

"Let's find my sister and the others first."

Zhou Xuan said this.

……

Beside the altar, hundreds of ancestors were dancing and singing around the bonfire. As soon as Zhou Xuan approached him, they acted like wild beasts, lying on all fours and making strange noises, roaring to signal Zhou Xuan to leave.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? I'm looking for someone."

Zhou Xuan walked forward a little further, but the ancestors were somewhat afraid of him. When he got closer, they dared not shout anymore and retreated one after another.

Zhou Xuan, meanwhile, was trying to recognize the faces of those ancient people, but he didn't recognize a single one of them.

"That's strange, where did Bifang take my sister and the others?"

Zhou Xuan searched for a long time but couldn't find a single companion, so he went to look in a more distant direction.

"It's a bit strange that Bifang is looking for his sister and master in his dream."

Zhou Xuan himself found it strange, but now, apart from searching aimlessly, he seemed to be unable to do anything else.

The altar is located on the mountaintop, while at the foot of the mountain is a village, and there are voices in the village.

Zhou Xuan decided to go and take a look inside the village.

He walked down the mountain path, first along a dirt road that was muddy and difficult to walk on, but after a while, the dirt road turned into a stone road.

He walked a long way, and when he passed a temple halfway up the mountain, a monk carrying a lantern in front of the temple called out to Zhou Xuan: "Benefactor, didn't those shamans on the mountain hang you up as a sacrifice?"

Zhou Xuan ignored him and continued walking forward. Why bother with this monk in his dream?
He hadn't gone far when the monk called out again, "Benefactor, you'd better not go any further. Just now, there was an old man wearing a Taoist robe who was also traveling like you. Heeding my advice, he went into the temple to rest."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan stopped and turned around to ask, "What does this old man you're talking about look like?"

"He has the air of a celestial master, and his Taoist robe is extremely luxurious, with nine divine dragon cloud patterns on the sleeves, the cloud patterns are lifelike."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan knew that the old man was Yun Ziliang.

Yun Ziliang's cloud pattern originally consisted of ten lines, but after he attacked Bifang, the Jingchuan Great Dragon perished, losing one of the ten lines and leaving only nine.

He turned around and walked back into the temple.
Where is the old man?

Zhou Xuan asked.

“If you want to see him, I will take you there. Why are you being so fierce? Just walk along the corridor, and I will light your way.”

Hearing the little monk's response, Zhou Xuan walked forward, and the lantern-carrying monk followed steadily behind him.
The lantern's light was dim and flickering, and Zhou Xuan began to have his own thoughts.

"Since this monk is also a dreamer, we might as well kill him to prevent him from causing trouble."

The moment the idea took hold, he prepared to put on the "Peng Hou Mask" to summon Bone Fang and pierce the eyes of the monk in his dream.

But just as he was about to put on his mask, he suddenly thought, "Wait a minute... If Bifang's dream can separate us, can't it also change our appearance in the dream?"

What if the person behind him is one of his own, completely bewitched? If he kills him, wouldn't that be fratricide?
With that thought in mind, he decided not to cause any more trouble, but he still put on the mask. He summoned Bone Fang to his side, making him appear ready to pounce.

If that monk is indeed the dreamer with ill intentions, then Zhou Xuan's Bone Tooth will show no mercy.

“Young benefactor, you are truly lucky. Those sorcerers on the mountain are ruthless killers. It is only because I have dealt with them for many years that they have not used me as a sacrifice to the Blood God.”

Zhou Xuan did not respond, but focused on searching for Yun Ziliang.

The two walked one after the other through two corridors and arrived at the outside of a side room.

“The old man is inside, benefactor. Just knock on the door and he will answer you.”

The little monk said.

Zhou Xuan would never listen to the little monk.

The young monk was a dream figure born from Bifang, and Zhou Xuan regarded him as an enemy.

Since they are the enemy, we must not do anything they ask us to do.

He stepped back a little, standing behind the little monk, and said, "You knock on the door."

“Young benefactor, you are the one who wants to see the old man, so of course you should come and knock on the door. Otherwise, it would be impolite.”

"Stop talking nonsense, just knock when I tell you to." Zhou Xuan glared fiercely at the little monk.

"Alright, alright, I'll knock then. You're really too fierce. With your personality, you're only lucky to have met someone as easy to talk to as me. If you met a strongman, you would offend him and he would definitely cut your throat with a knife."

The young monk seemed to be possessed by Tang Sanzang for a moment, and after a long rant, he gently knocked on the door.

"Sir, someone wants to see you. Is it convenient for you?"

He had barely asked a question when Yun Ziliang roared from inside the house: "Don't open the door, the Blood God is coming!"

"Don't open the door, the Blood God is coming."

"Is that Lao Yun's voice?"

Upon hearing the voice, Zhou Xuan began to doubt whether the person inside the room was indeed Old Yun…

He and Yun Ziliang had spent some time together day and night, and he knew Yun's voice very well.

Zhou Xuan was certain he hadn't heard the voices inside the room.

“Old sir, open the door. The Blood God won’t come. It’s a non-existent god.”

The young monk knocked on the door repeatedly. After the old man wailed continuously, the seemingly kind monk could no longer bear it and immediately used his strength to push the door open.

boom!
The door opened,
Inside the house, an old man was curled up on the floor, clutching his head, repeatedly calling out, "Blood God, Blood God, I saw him, Blood God..."

"What Blood God? It's me."

The young monk gave the old man a push, and the old man changed direction and continued to curl up.

The old man simply shifted his position and revealed his face for a fleeting moment. Zhou Xuan saw clearly that the old man's face resembled that of a cat, but with fangs growing from his mouth.

The young monk glanced at him, then immediately stepped back, exclaiming in horror, "Oh dear, old man, what happened to you?"

"Are you human or a demon?"

“He’s a demon, he’s going to eat you,” Zhou Xuanyao said, pointing to the little monk’s heart.

"What should I do?"

"Go wait outside the temple. I have a method to slay demons and cut off the demons on him." Zhou Xuan just wanted to get rid of the little monk.

"You really can?"

"roll!"

With a soft shout from Zhou Xuan, the bone tooth flashed a white light and pressed against the little monk's throat.

The young monk dared not act rashly any longer and decisively left the room, even closing the door behind him.

"Don't close the door. Just wait outside the temple obediently."

"Yes, yes..." The little monk was terrified and ran away in a sorry state.

Zhou Xuan had keen hearing and strong perception. He kept an eye on the little monk until he ran outside the temple before squatting down next to the cat-faced Taoist and saying, "Old Yun, stop pretending. I know it's you."

Even though Lao Yun's appearance and voice have completely changed, the dragon and cloud patterns on his Taoist robe do not lie.

The dragon pattern was still slowly undulating, and Zhou Xuan used his senses to investigate, and he could indeed feel the dragon's aura.

"The Blood God is coming! The Blood God is coming! I see him! I really see him!"

Yun Ziliang's cat-like face was contorted in pain as he continued to recount what he considered to be terrifying scenes.

There was no one around. If the old man's ghostly appearance was truly an act by Yun Ziliang, then there was no need for him to continue pretending.

"Old Yun was truly influenced by the dream."

Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan rested his chin on his hand and pondered, "How can I help Old Yun get rid of the influence on Bifang's dream?"

His mind raced with thoughts, and after a few breaths, he actually came up with a solution—I would become the master of dreams.

As the master of dreams, I will construct a grand dream, completely isolating the world within the dream from the world outside.

Zhou Xuan was the dream master in this grand dream, and no matter how terrifying Bi Fang's dream power was, it could not invade Zhou Xuan's dream.

"clatter!"

Zhou Xuan struck the gavel, and a grand dream spanning dozens of meters was born from him.

Yun Ziliang was in a deep dream, and the influence of Bifang on him gradually disappeared. His cloudy eyes immediately became clear.

"Xuanzi!"

Yun Ziliang called out to Zhou Xuan.

And his voice returned to normal.

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"What about me?"

Yun Ziliang poked the tip of his nose and asked.

"If I'm not asking you, am I supposed to be asking me?"

Zhou Xuan said irritably.

"I don't know either. I just had a dream. In the dream, I was an old Taoist priest who witnessed the descent of the Blood God. I ran into this temple in a panic to avoid the disaster."

At this point, Yun Ziliang shook off the numbness of just waking up from a dream and asked strangely, "I remember now, we were working together to kill Bi Fang. Where is Bi Fang? Where are the others?"

"We're in Bifang's dream right now. As for the others, we don't know yet."

Zhou Xuan then told Yun Ziliang everything he had seen and heard along the way, which made Old Yun frown.

"It's actually a dream world comparable to the real world? How can Bifang be so powerful?"

"We underestimated the power of a god."

Zhou Xuan sat to the side, carefully considering what he had seen and combining it with Yun Ziliang's experience, and kept thinking.

Soon, he actually came up with something.

"Oh, I think I know where the others went."

Zhou Xuan said.

"Where did you go?" Yun Ziliang sat up straight.

"Just like you, they all successfully entered their dreams."

Zhou Xuan spread his arms and said, "This dream is like a real world. Everyone is like a real person. Everyone has their own role. After you enter the dream, you become the roles in the dream world."

"You are an old Taoist priest who witnessed the descent of the Blood God, while Lao Xi, Brother Peng, my sister, and Master may have become peasant women in a village or hunters in the mountains. In short, after entering the dream, they became part of this dream world."

Zhou Xuan's guess was extremely bold, yet it was not without basis.

Yun Ziliang examined it carefully, then asked in return, "And you... why didn't you enter the dream?"

Zhou Xuan originally wanted to say that he had a strong ability to "resist dreams".

During his, Di Tong's, and Mr. Bai Liu's rehearsal, they all gave up resistance. Di Tong, who had been burning incense for nine incense sticks, slept soundly, while Zhou Xuan maintained his last bit of consciousness.

But after thinking about it for a while, he gave up the idea.

Bi Fangsheng's methods were extremely clever. Did he really have no way to lull Zhou Xuan into a deep sleep?

"I don't know either, just like I don't know how Bifang used this dream to kill us..."

At this point, Zhou Xuan patted Yun Ziliang on the shoulder and said, "Old Yun, get up. Whether we can get out of this dream is another matter. Let's go find the others."

The rest of the people are still wondering what they are doing in this dream world.

Zhou Xuan got up and started to walk outside, but he stopped abruptly when he reached the threshold.

"What?" Yun Ziliang asked.

"and many more!"

Zhou Xuan's gaze fell on the door frame of the side room. There were no lights inside, but the moon was in the sky.

The moonlight shone on the door frame, revealing many tiny pits and holes.

Zhou Xuan reached out and grasped the door frame, then gently pried off a large piece of wood with almost no effort.

Then Zhou Xuan tore the wood into several pieces, put them in his palm, and squeezed them hard, turning the wood into a handful of wood powder.

"This wood is rotten to this extent?"

A piece of wood, without thousands of years of wind and sand erosion, would not be corroded into such a soft state.

“When I came here, these buildings were all new.”

Zhou Xuan said to Yun Ziliang.

"you sure?"

"Of course."

Zhou Xuan said, "Wherever I go, I like to look around. When that little monk opened the door just now, I saw that the door was very new, and the smell of paint hadn't completely dissipated yet; I could still faintly smell it."

Upon hearing this, Yun Ziliang hurriedly said, "Let's go outside and take a look."

After saying that, Lao Yun led Zhou Xuan to jog. When the two of them reached the outside of the temple, they saw the monk with the lantern.

However, when Zhou Xuan entered the temple, the monk had a kind and benevolent appearance, but now, the monk was a skeleton.

"The monk's appearance also changed; he became a skeleton."

Zhou Xuan said to Yun Ziliang.

Yun Ziliang immediately asked, "Xuanzi, is this monk still standing in the dream you created?"

"Yes!" Zhou Xuan nodded.

"Then tell me, where do I need to go to escape the boundaries of your dream?"

Yun Ziliang asked again.

"There."

Zhou Xuan pointed to a thatched hut opposite the temple.

"Go over and take a look."

Yun Ziliang strode out, with Zhou Xuan following closely behind.

When the two reached the edge of the thatched hut, they witnessed a strange sight—

—The dream that Zhou Xuansheng created enveloped half of the thatched hut.

In other words, half of the thatched cottage was in Zhou Xuan's dream, and half was in Bi Fang's dream.

In this half of Zhou Xuan's dream, the walls of the thatched hut showed severe signs of sandification; a gentle breeze could send yellow dust billowing from the walls.

The thatched hut in Bifang's dream appeared brand new, with a thatched roof and even the smell of fresh grass.

The edge of Zhou Xuan's dream is like a dividing line; outside the line is a brand new future, while inside the line is the ancient past.

"Everything in your dream is aging, while everything outside your dream is new, not only the buildings, but also the people."

Yun Ziliang analyzed: "Xuanzi, your dream can isolate the influence of Bifang. This temple and that young monk, after losing the influence of Bifang, have become old and corrupt. This shows that we are not in a dream, but in the real world of the distant past."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "Old Yun, if we weren't in a dream, and you had entered a deep sleep and become a part of this world, how would you explain that?"

"Yes!" Yun Ziliang's gaze faltered, but quickly, his eyes brightened again as he met Zhou Xuan's eyes.

The two said almost in unison, "Bifang sealed a past world in his dream."

Upon hearing this conclusion, Yun Ziliang immediately said, "This is the law of time, and at an extremely high level. Xuanzi, I understand what Bifang is trying to do."

"What?" Zhou Xuan asked.

“Think about it, as a character in the dream, I witnessed the descent of the Blood God, and the little monk was also talking about the shamans on the mountain who were worshipping the Blood God. Is it possible that there really is a Blood God in this past world that exists in the dream?”

Yun Ziliang paused for a moment, then said, "Bi Fang intends to trap us in a dream, and when the Blood God descends, he will strangle us in this dream."

"The world in the dream is the real world, and the Blood God is a real Blood God who once existed. His power may even be greater than that of a god—"

"And he, being bound by some kind of magical artifact, was sealed away. Bifang brought us to the sealed place."

"Ah, young benefactor, old man, weren't you inside the temple? How did you suddenly end up outside?"

While Zhou Xuan and Yun Ziliang were talking, Zhou Xuan's dream shattered on its own due to its duration.

As soon as the dream ended, the little monk saw Yun Ziliang and Zhou Xuan. Seeing that Yun Ziliang no longer had his strange appearance, he lit a lantern and approached them.

Zhou Xuan turned his head and asked, "Little monk, tell me, when will the Blood God descend?"

The little monk shook his head vigorously, saying, "They will never descend, because there is no such thing as a Blood God."

Seeing that the little monk was very stubborn, Zhou Xuan changed his question: "Then tell me, when do the shamans on the mountain say that the Blood God will descend?"

"They said it would be noon tomorrow, when the sun is at its strongest... but I think they're lying—because there is no Blood God at all."

The young monk persisted, but for some reason, a tear rolled down his cheek...

(End of this chapter)