Day and night tour

Chapter 465 The Butcher Pays Homage to the Mountain
When the gourd-shaped Taoist saw that the person in front of him was Zhou Xuan, he was so angry that his teeth itched.

He was especially astonished to hear that the "day and night wandering gods" were a story fabricated by Zhou Xuan.
Are all those seemingly plausible stories just lies?

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it.

"Zhou Xuan...you were lying to us about everything that happened tonight? Impossible, impossible."

The gourd-shaped Taoist priest roared at the star-gazing tablet: "Earth God, say something! Say something!"

"Speak? How can a dead sign speak?"

Zhou Xuan closed his folding fan and beckoned to the sign.

The stargazing card obediently landed gently in his palm.

After Zhou Xuan channeled his perception into the amber-like plaque, a line of characters appeared: "Bestowed by the Capital Prefecture, the Imperial Observatory, and the Emperor."

"This line of text doesn't look very good."

Zhou Xuan controlled the Star Gazing Tablet for a whole night and had a very good understanding of its characteristics.

He knew that the plaque originally had cloud patterns and characters, but only by releasing a large amount of perception power could these patterns and characters be revealed.

of course,

If the perception that fills this plaque is even stronger, it can even change the cloud patterns or the characters on the plaque.

"This character needs to be changed."

Zhou Xuan then filled the plaque with abundant perception and changed the words on it to—Zhou Xuan, the Grand Master of Mingjiang Prefecture.

A sign, in Zhou Xuan's hands, changed like a carousel.

Such a stunning move had already chilled the gourd-wielding Taoist to the bone; it clearly proved that there were no suitable suits in the hand.
"It really was a scam? How could you have fooled me right under my nose?"

"Of course, some tricks were used."

Zhou Xuan lazily rose, unfolded his folding fan, and said to the gourd-shaped Taoist priest, "My fifth incense stick is called 'Colorful Play.' 'Colorful Play' has two techniques: one called 'Mirror Flower, Water Moon,' and another called 'Creating Something from Nothing.'"

"A mirage can create certain scenarios that people believe to be real."

"So, the five-colored embryo we see is your illusion?" the Gourd Taoist guessed.

Zhou Xuan suddenly clapped his hands.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

"You're right, but not entirely right either."

Zhou Xuan, like a storyteller who had just finished a performance that had garnered a standing ovation, wore a slightly smug expression on his face as he said, "In this world, if you want to fool people, you can't make everything fake."

If it's all fake, with too many loopholes, then the scam truly becomes a "mirage," appearing plausible from afar, but a gentle poke upon closer inspection will shatter the illusion.

Therefore, when it comes to lying, it's best to be half-true and half-false. The shape of the oocyte was indeed something I made up.

However—the rhythm of the "day and night wandering spirits" that you felt was indeed real, and it truly came from a single will.

As Zhou Xuan spoke, he patted the cloud pattern on his Taoist robe to make it shine.

This cloud pattern is the "Dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables".

This dream was bestowed upon the storyteller by the "Supreme Will," and its rhythm is, of course, also a state of "Will Level," where one is in harmony with heaven, earth, and nature.

“I wove the rhythm according to this cloud pattern, so it’s perfectly normal that you felt a will-level rhythm from within the womb.”

When fishing, you need to use real bait. Zhou Xuan would naturally pay attention to this. Deceiving these old guys is not such a simple matter.

Zhou Xuan continued, "Within this 'illusory flower in a mirror' technique, I use the rhythm of true will to make you unable to distinguish between reality and illusion."
Similarly, within the technique of "creating something from nothing," I also possess genuine substance.

"Creating something from nothing, to put it bluntly, means that I imagine something alive in a fictional scenario."
Therefore, to easily deceive you by "creating something from nothing," one needs genuine vitality.

Zhou Xuan pointed to the "seven Zhou Xuans" beside him with his folding fan and said, "These paper figures were made by me beforehand to disguise the evil spirits. Old Turtle's technique is excellent. Although these paper figures are all damn fakes, the vitality they possess is incredibly vigorous."
I foreshadowed this in the story of the Day and Night Wanderers, telling you that they have eight manifestations. The number 'eight' was determined by the number of my paper figures; it's also a small psychological suggestion.

Therefore, once you sense the signs of the eight life forms, your psychological suggestion will be triggered, and only then will you believe that the person in the womb is truly the Eight Dharma Bodies of the Day and Night Wandering Gods described in my tales of the strange and wondrous.”

When Zhou Xuan got to this point, the gourd-wielding Taoist realized that the young man's thoughts were extremely meticulous. In his words, he had hidden hidden clues and foreshadowing, waiting for the right time to detonate them.

and,

Zhou Xuan did all of this in a very discreet and understated manner, which is what makes it so terrifying.

What does it mean to handle heavy tasks with ease? This is what it means to handle heavy tasks with ease.

This time, even Yun Ziliang and Li Changxun were convinced. In the past, they only knew that Zhou Xuan was amazing at deception and that he was incredibly skilled at swindling.

But they had always been bystanders, knowing only that Zhou Xuan was powerful, but without experiencing it firsthand, they couldn't perceive the true terror of the Caixi.

Now that they have gone through this ordeal with Zhou Xuan's magic tricks, they finally understand that although the magic tricks are just a deception made up of "human words" and "illusions," if you really go through them, there are hidden tricks and you can easily fall into their trap.

He got caught up in the situation in a completely muddled way.
Li Changxun exclaimed, "This sect is truly damn evil! No wonder the Will of Heaven sent out gods and Daoists to jointly annihilate them back then! A scourge! A great scourge to the Jing Kingdom."

“Changxun, you should be glad that the person who controls the magic is our Xuanzi. If we had gambled our lives today, you and I would be dead by now.”

“That’s right, that’s right,” Li Changxun said repeatedly.

The gourd-shaped Taoist priest coldly said, "Zhou Xuan, I admit your methods are astonishing, but—it's a bit too early for you to reveal your hand now. Young people are impetuous and love to show off."

"If you had killed us outright, we would have simply died. But we haven't died, and we now know the truth about your deception. It will be much harder for you to kill us now."

Instead, we're going to kill you.

At this moment, the six elders of the Dunjia Sect simultaneously roared like thunder, their senses returning entirely to their own bodies.

Then, these six supreme ancestors transformed into six gusts of wind and attacked Zhou Xuan simultaneously.

Zhou Xuan didn't even flinch, sitting back in his armchair and saying casually, "If any of you can get within three feet of me, I'll admit defeat."

The six gusts of wind didn't understand why Zhou Xuan dared to be so arrogant, but as their winds approached the temple gate...
A numb, callous voice kept calling out to them.

"Come to the arena, that's where you belong."

"Either die in battle or win; live proudly or die proudly."

The great ancestors, led by the gourd-wielding Taoist priest, all sensed that their spirits were slowly slipping out of control.
A vague, ethereal world was beckoning them.

"Brother Calabash, something's not right."

"The wind is strong, let's get out of here."

The Calabash Taoist and the other six elders originally intended to use their advantage in terms of incense offerings to quickly kill Zhou Xuan, but when they heard the summons, they realized that the Magician must have a backup plan.

The Caixi Master's Hall is an ancient establishment that disappeared from the vast world of Jing Kingdom two thousand years ago.

Even someone as powerful as Yun Ziliang had never heard of the "Caixi" sect. As for the six Supreme Ancestors, they were completely baffled by "Caixi".

They had absolutely no idea what the methods of Caixi were.

The "illusory beauty" and "creation from nothing" that Zhou Xuan just described were like listening to gibberish to them.
Now that the six have confirmed Zhou Xuan's trickery and hidden backup plan, how could they dare to act rashly?
"Get out of here, get out of here."

The gourd-wielding Taoist felt that the Turtle Mountain Taoist Temple was no longer a Taoist temple, but a gateway to hell. He immediately changed direction and headed towards escaping Mingjiang Prefecture.

These six patriarchs, relying on their high level of incense offerings, were able to resist the call of that "unnamed" world.
But the other disciples of the Dunjia Sect weren't so lucky. One by one, they vanished before the carriage procession, as if devoured completely by an invisible maw in the air.
These missing people were actually all drawn into the "Battle Arena Stage" set up by Zhou Xuan.

The team leaders, Zhao Longhu and Zhao Luosheng, each lost half of their bodies.

With his only remaining arm, Zhao Longhu waved to the gourd-wielding Taoist priest and desperately cried out, "Ancestor, save me... I don't want to die."

"Nonsense, who would want to die?"

Instead of rescuing Zhao Longhu, the gourd-wielding Taoist priest sped up his escape.

"That Zhou Xuan is truly a monster. If we mess with him, we might really have messed with the wrong person."

The gourd-shaped Taoist priest fled quickly.

Zhao Longhu's figure gradually disappeared, until only his head remained in the real world.

"Hahaha, you're all going to die, and you can't escape this Mingjiang Prefecture."
The lineage of Dunjia Mountain is about to be severed, completely severed.

Zhao Youting, who was nailed to the wall of the carriage, was the only disciple who wasn't dragged into the "battle arena."

He was laughing wildly, a mad, morbid laugh!

Before coming to Mingjiang Prefecture, he regarded the Dunjia Sect as his second home.
After arriving in Mingjiang Prefecture and witnessing the second face of the Dunjia Sect, he wished that all the disciples of this branch would die.

"Our ancestors are immortal...they will never die."

Zhao Longhu still harbored a glimmer of hope regarding the six Supreme Elders of the Dunjia Sect...

"...Did you understand? Lao Can?"

The Longevity Cult Leader, standing atop the mountain, questioned the Crippled Monk.

If Zhou Xuan is the only protagonist in Mingjiang Prefecture tonight, then the crippled monk and the leader of the Longevity Cult are his personal bodyguards.

As bodyguards, their duty was simple: whoever dared to harm Zhou Xuan, they would kill.

The six supreme ancestors had not yet truly made a move against Zhou Xuan, therefore they remained silent and did not take action.
However, if the six Supreme Elders truly threaten Zhou Xuan's life, the two of them will not hesitate to take action.

That's why they've been observing from the sidelines, gaining a very clear understanding of the situation in Mingjiang.

"I understand now, it's a colorful opera."

The monk Tiancan said, "This Zhou Xuan is truly a remarkable figure. The Zhou family's Nuo ritual has nine different halls, and he unexpectedly chose the Caixi hall."

"Being chosen is fate, and this kind of fate is not good for Da Nuo."

"The Lord of Immortality said."

If Da Nuo chooses a particular sect, it will be one like "Dunjia," "Tianyan," or "Master Ye," a sect with many disciples and many people capable of teaching Zhou Xuan his skills.

Zhou Xuan found it relatively easy to leave such places.

But what about the colorful opera?

Who in the world knows how to set up a shrine like this? Some people might spend their entire lives trying to keep the incense burning at this shrine.

But Zhou Xuan, in a very short time, actually made the "Caixi" temple very popular.

"Zhou Xuan built a stage, and all the disciples of the Dunjia Sect who had disappeared were drawn to the stage by him."

The Longevity Cult Leader said, "This is already the seventh level of the art of coloring the ground as a stage."

"It's already this tall?"

The crippled monk asked a question.

"Yeah, that's why Zhou Xuan is so amazing."

The Longevity Cult Leader's understanding of "colorful plays" surpasses that of the Crippled Monk.

The monk Tiancan thought for a moment and said, "Caixi was once the gang that Tianqiong hunted down everywhere. Now, it has reappeared in the world, and Zhou Xuanming is clearly going to put on a big show. Should we report this to Tianqiong?"

"Need not."

"No need?" the crippled monk asked.

"We are of meager skill, and we have come to the mortal realm to select an unprecedentedly invincible alchemy official, and incidentally to protect him and prevent the heavens from losing an alchemy genius."
As for the rest, that's none of our business.

The Longevity Cult Leader looked up at the night sky and added, "The Heavenly Fire Clan of the Sky always looks down on us. Since they look down on us so much, it's only reasonable that we two good-for-nothings can't figure out the tricks of the game."

"But if the heavens discover that we have neglected our duties, they will punish us."

"Can't they bring down the punishment?" the Eternal Life Cult Leader said. "Today is a big day. Mr. Yan is intensifying his patrols. If he discovers any illegal activities, then he can report it."

If he hadn't discovered the magic trick, then the one who neglected their duty was him, not us... When the sky falls, the big guy holds it up; that's always true."

Mr. Yan is the one in the Heavenly Fire Clan who guards the passage between Heaven and Earth.

In terms of spiritual cultivation, he is certainly inferior to the Longevity Cult Leader and the Crippled Monk, but as a native of the Heavenly Fire Clan, his words carry more weight than those of these two celestial deities.

"That's right, that's right. We should just focus on doing our own thing and not worry about these dirty and sordid things."

After pondering for a while, Tian Can agreed to the choice of the Eternal Life Cult Leader.

Immediately afterwards, the two, as if by telepathy, began talking about another person, a person who had not appeared in Mingjiang Prefecture tonight, but who was an important figure influencing the situation tonight.

He was the butcher.

"Master, Zhao Youting predicted that the Butcher would cut off the gates of Dunjia Mountain tonight. Do you think this is likely?"

"big."

The leader of the Longevity Cult said, "That butcher and Zhou Xuan are clearly on good terms. Tonight, he couldn't possibly be unaware that Mingjiang Prefecture is fraught with danger. The reason he didn't come to help Zhou Xuan is probably because he has something more important to do."
What could be so important to him? After much thought, the only solution seemed to be severing the gates of Dunjia Mountain.

The Longevity Cult Leader paused for a moment, then said, "However, the Butcher's judgment is truly accurate. He was very confident that Zhou Xuan could handle these six Supreme Elders, which is why he dared to go to the capital alone."

The monk Tiancan asked, "Back when the calamity of Wuwen Mountain occurred, I was in seclusion, studying the Snow Mountain Diagram. I really don't know what happened to the Dunjia Sect and Wuwen Mountain."

"That's quite a big problem."

The Lord of Immortality said, "The passage between the heavens and the mortal realm has always been very narrow, but there are always some members of the Heavenly Fire Clan who use this passage to descend to the mortal world."

Years ago, Young Master Linming of the Heavenly Fire Clan descended to the mortal realm.

"Is it that little centipede?" the crippled monk asked.

"Yes, it's the little centipede, the youngest son of the immortal Baiyujing Chongming."

The leader of the Longevity Cult said, "That little centipede is lustful, and it also craves the brains of infants. Once it enters the mortal realm, it spends its days sucking the brains of little babies, and at night, it indulges in revelry."

On Wuwen Mountain lived a swordsman named Tan Pei, who loved to uphold justice. Alone with his sword, he took advantage of the dark and windy night to kill the young master Linming.

He handled things very cleverly, without giving himself away, but—the people of the Dunjia School deduced it.

The leader of the Longevity Cult crossed his arms and said, "The people of the Dunjia Sect betrayed us, so the Earth God sent Master Ye and the Dunjia Sect to capture Tan Pei."

However, the members of the Wuwenshan branch were hot-blooded and unwilling to hand over their men, leading to a fierce fight between the two sides.

"And the result?"

"The result was naturally... the last eighteen swordsmen of Wuwen Mountain were wiped out."

The leader of the Longevity Cult sighed and said, "I don't admire many sects in my life, but Wuwen Mountain is definitely one of them."

"You also have grievances against the heavens?" the crippled monk asked in a low voice.

"Are you quite satisfied with the way the Sky Dome is behaving?" the Eternal Life Cult Leader retorted.

The crippled monk shook his head and said nothing more.

The leader of the Longevity Cult continued talking about the butcher.

"Eighteen swordsmen, and their families, men and women, young and old... On that day, not a single person survived on Dunjia Mountain. If the butcher were to make his move today, who knows what kind of bloody storm would rage."

……

"It's over, those six ancient ancestors have escaped."

Yun Ziliang said with some regret.

Tonight, the Dunjia Sect has come in a large force, and upon arrival, they immediately began shouting and killing, treating Zhou Xuan like a servant, ordering him around at will.

Old Yun felt that if he couldn't kill one or two powerful cultivators today, and only caught some small fry, it would be a disappointment.

"Run, they can't escape."

Zhou Xuan was very confident in his ability to "draw a platform on the ground".

Moreover, he also saw that the ferocious beasts in the "battle arena" were roaring incessantly, searching for their prey.

Meanwhile, the eye above the stage—an eye constructed by Zhou Xuan based on the "Will of the Blood God"—was also patrolling back and forth, searching for the traces of the six Supreme Beings.

……

The capital city government and the gate of Dunjia Mountain were completely silent.

Tonight, for the disciples guarding the mountain, seemed like an ordinary night: cicadas chirped, the moon was bright, and the stars were few.

The mountain breeze rustled through the bamboo forest behind the mountain, creating a sound like waves crashing against the shore.

But this night was destined to be anything but peaceful.

A young man dressed in dirty, greasy clothes walked up to the golden bell at the mountain gate, picked up a dry branch from the ground, used it as a bell mallet, and started striking the bell repeatedly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The withered branch struck with tremendous force, causing the golden bell to ring wildly. Many of the Dunjia disciples who were fast asleep were awakened, including Zhao Zibi, who was guarding the mountain gate.

When the Ancestor, Zhao Longhu, and Zhao Luosheng were not in the mountains, Zhao Zibi was the "acting leader" of Dunjia Mountain.

"Who's ringing the bell randomly in the middle of the night?!"

Zhao Zibi lit a candle, put on her clothes, opened the door, and went to the corridor to see what was going on...

(End of this chapter)