Day and night tour

Chapter 483 The God of Treason and Collusion
The Taoist priest sensed a crisis, and the power of the laws within his body began to flow.

This was a spontaneous action he took when facing danger.

"Zhou Xuan, did you already know my identity?"

The Taoist priest, who was incense burning, pondered to himself.

Zhou Xuan's voice continued to come.

"Fake Taoist priest, I saw through your imposter the moment you first appeared on my stage."

I've been playing with the Medicine Buddha and the Calabash Taoist for a long time, waiting until now, all for you.

Zhou Xuan had already strolled to the entrance of the Netherworld Ravine, his wild, long hair whipping wildly in the wind.

The gourd-shaped Taoist priest and the Medicine Buddha Bodhisattva could now clearly see Zhou Xuan's hair.

But are those strands of hair still hair?

It was a venomous snake flicking its tongue. The two men's legs went weak for no reason, and a strange sense of fear took over most of their consciousness.

"Zhou Xuan is already so strong that he seems otherworldly."

The gourd-shaped Taoist priest struggled to suppress his urge to kneel and began to argue with the Medicine Buddha.

"Since we're going to die anyway, why don't we join forces and fight our way out?"

The gourd-wielding Taoist priest was about to fight like a cornered beast.

The Medicine Buddha glanced at the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King who was kneeling and offering his head, and then at the two Supreme Masters of Dunjia, Red Pill and Purple Ox, who were kneeling upright. He sighed and said, "Then let's join forces this time."

“Very well, you use the sound of pounding medicine to intimidate Zhou Xuan’s mind, and I will use the righteous energy of the world to attack his body.”

As the gourd-shaped Taoist priest finished speaking, he moved dramatically. Wearing yellow paper shoes, he straightened his back and attacked Zhou Xuan.

His flying sword moved even faster.
One man, one sword, was the first to charge in.
Meanwhile, the Medicine Buddha, controlling his golden body, continuously pounded the medicine in the mortar, and the sound of pounding medicine reappeared on the entire stage not long ago.

A single moon shines over the Mingjiang River, only the sound of pounding medicine remains.

All the noise had subsided, leaving only the muffled "thump, thump" of the mortar and pestle.
This time, not only was Zhou Xuan disgusted by the Medicine Buddha and the gourd-shaped Taoist priest's incessant chatter, but the fake incense-offering Taoist priest also couldn't stand it. He thought to himself, "These two good-for-nothings can't even tell who's stronger or weaker. What are they doing cultivating Taoism and worshipping Buddha?"

"The light of a firefly dares to dream of shining as brightly as the sun and moon. Useless, useless."

One person, one sword, the sound of pounding medicine—the attack has begun.

Zhou Xuan didn't even flinch. When facing the flying sword, he merely raised his eyebrows slightly, as if giving the sword a thorough look.

The peerless flying sword that had slain Yun Ziliang and Li Changxun suddenly hovered in front of Zhou Xuan.

"Since this sword has a spirit, it should learn to dream like a human."

As Zhou Xuan spoke of this point, a sound like the "sound of a wooden clapper" suddenly resounded from his body.

"Boom!"

After a powerful, resounding strike of the wooden stake, Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "I'll give you a dream of quicksand."

As soon as the words fell,
The flying sword suddenly trembled, just like those who had entered a dream, and suddenly shuddered.

Then, the strongest sword in the world suddenly went limp and turned into quicksand. Pile of sand flowed toward the earth, but before it could touch the ground, a gust of wind arrived and blew the sand away without a trace.

This move stunned the Medicine Master Bodhisattva—with a mere glare, he could destroy a flying sword, a flying sword nurtured for countless years by the entire sect's spiritual energy.

What level of skill has he attained?

"God-level, Celestial God-level?"

The pharmacist speculated on Zhou Xuan's current combat strength.

The people most engrossed in watching Zhou Xuan's moves were not the pharmacist and the gourd-wielding Taoist who were directly facing him, but the incense-burning Taoist.

Although this imposter's identity is fake, his cultivation is real. As a god-level being, he can naturally see clearly that Zhou Xuan is currently displaying the aura of "supreme will," but the skills he uses are his own.

That move just now was a storyteller's "dream arising from nowhere".

Creating dreams from nothing is the most basic skill of a storyteller, but when Zhou Xuan used this seemingly ordinary skill, it had an extremely amazing effect.

"His ability to speak nonsense, when used in this way, has become so powerful that it seems to 'his words carry the weight of heaven and earth, and his pronouncements become law.' This aura greatly enhances his methods."

A man named Mr. Feng once lived in Mingjiang Prefecture who could elevate the effects of ordinary methods to an infinitely great level.

This Mr. Feng, with all his cultivation, cultivated only the power of a single incense stick, transforming the crutch's "wind rising from flat ground" into "unimpeded freedom in the human world."
However, Mr. Feng succeeded because he only cultivated for the duration of one incense stick, and he also failed because he only cultivated for the duration of one incense stick. Once the barrier between the human world and the human world was broken, he was helpless against Zhou Xuan, whose incense offerings were extremely low at the time.

Zhou Xuan, however, is different. He already possesses a multitude of methods, and if each incense stick can be used to generate the ultimate effect...

"Then he could easily crush the disciples of the hall who were nine sticks of incense burning within the stage."

The Taoist priest had such a high opinion of Zhou Xuan's abilities, and at the same time, he was preparing what techniques he should use to survive if he really had to confront Zhou Xuan head-on.

Zhou Xuan's figure was already mostly outside the ravine.
When the gourd-shaped Taoist saw Zhou Xuan's figure, he was horrified and his heart pounded with fear.

The already materialized danger compelled this supreme master of Dunjia to make a desperate gamble.

"There is righteousness in the world, which manifests itself in various forms."

The gourd suddenly swung open its stopper, and a surge of righteous energy, clearly defined in black and white, rushed towards Zhou Xuan like a vast ocean.

"The Dunjia Sect is all talk and no action. Those who have committed murder and arson all their lives dare to call themselves righteous and seek immortality?"

Zhou Xuan lightly waved his sleeve, absorbing all the black and white righteous energy into his sleeve. Then, he waved his hand again, and the energy surged forth from his sleeve, shaking the heavens.

Countless stars appeared on the dome woven from peach and willow trees. The righteous energy exhaled by Zhou Xuan rose to the surface, and those celestial stars suddenly became agitated, each spinning wildly.

The stars, through their rotation, produced sparks.

Countless sparks rained down on the gourd-wielding Taoist priest.

At first, the gourd-wielding Taoist was able to dodge the sparks one by one thanks to the skillful footwork provided by his yellow paper shoes.

But the sparks grew denser and denser, like rain.

Even the most skillful steps cannot escape the torrential rain.

Gradually, a spark ignited the sleeve of the gourd-shaped Taoist priest, and then two, three... one after another, sparks accurately struck the priest's body.
The fire grew larger and larger, and the gourd-shaped Taoist priest was eventually swallowed by the sea of ​​flames.

"Fire...burning...pain."

The fire scorched the gourd-wielding Taoist's mouth and tongue, so even as he cried out in pain, he could only utter one word at a time.

But soon, he could no longer even utter those words one by one; his body turned to charcoal inch by inch.

"The lineage of the Dunjia School in the human world has been almost completely severed."

Zhou Xuan had completely emerged from the ravine. He pointed towards the Medicine Buddha.
The countless white hairs entered the mouth, nose, and ears of the Medicine Buddha.

The Medicine Buddha's belly suddenly swelled up, and then, those white hairs, like barbs, grew back from her body.

Each barb, like a bee's stinger, was connected to the internal organs. Once all the barbs had grown out, the Medicine Buddha immediately disemboweled the patient, and his internal organs spilled out onto the ground.

The power brought by the sound of pounding medicine was absorbed by Zhou Xuan's white Taoist robe. This is the "Boundless Sage" in the "True Scripture of the Valley" who uses the power of the opponent to counterattack.

He continued walking forward, and as he passed the Red Pill Taoist, the Purple Ox Taoist, and the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, the absorbed "sound of pounding medicine" was released, resonating with each of the three.

The sound of pounding medicine so close that it detonated the heads of the three men.

boom! boom! boom!
Three blood-red flowers bloomed on the stage.
Blood splattered like rain.
But not a single drop of blood rain fell on Zhou Xuan.

His white robe remained as white as snow.

With lowered brows, a wave of the hand, a flick of the finger in mid-air, and a slow walk, Zhou Xuan, having already activated the "God of Drama in the Mortal World," easily and swiftly sent away several figures of nine incense sticks' worth of power.
"Master, you have truly become a god."

"They are true gods."

The people of Mingjiang Prefecture, as spectators, felt an overwhelming sense of security—with such a divine being in Mingjiang Prefecture, this prefecture has become the safest place among the nine prefectures of Jing Kingdom.

At the same time, they are also very proud.
The powerful gods awakened, and each of them contributed their meager strength, which, like streams, formed rivers and seas.

Among the audience, Lady Red Coffin suddenly thought of a line and shouted to Zhou Xuan: "If you were to remove the three layers of snow from your body, who in the world would be worthy of wearing white?"

This one sentence resonated with the audience.

"Besides our Mingjiang Prefecture's eldest son, who else in the world could make white robes look so ethereal?"

“If you were to remove the three layers of snow from your body, who in the world would be worthy of wearing white robes?”

The unified cheers from the crowd caught Zhou Xuan's attention. He nodded slightly towards the audience, then spotted the Red Coffin Lady's eyes and smiled gently.

In the audience, the musician praised the Red Coffin Lady: "Coffin Lady, don't let your usual appearance as a vagrant and uncultured fool you. You're quite eloquent at this crucial moment."

“Unlike me, I can only praise Mr. Da as extremely capable,” Peng Sheng echoed.

The other wandering deities also praised the coffin maiden's finishing touch, but the coffin maiden sighed and said, "I wish I were this cultured. This line originally came from the mouth of the Great Master, the Archer of Ping Shui Prefecture. Every time he finished slaying a powerful enemy, he liked to compose poems."
But lacking in literary talent, the poems he could compose were all rather mediocre. So he begged the master to help him think of a poem to commemorate his victory, and thus, two lines of poetry came to him.

"So, even though Lord Arrow didn't load it himself, it ended up being used by me, Xuanzi?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Ziliang almost burst out laughing—in the end, everything in this world is determined by fate.

……

Inside the stage, Zhou Xuan continued walking towards the incense-burning Taoist priest.

"Fake incense offering, aren't you going to reveal your true form yet?"

"Where did I slip up?" The fake Taoist priest still didn't understand where he had been caught off guard.

"Your attitude towards the Buddhist people."

"What's wrong with my attitude towards the Buddhists?"

"You greatly admire the power of the Buddhist people."

"The people of the Buddhist Kingdom are inherently powerful, so what's wrong with my praise?" the fake incense-offering Taoist priest argued vehemently.

Zhou Xuan gently shook his head and said, "This is what makes the incense-burning Taoist priests different from you."

True, long-time devotees don't care how powerful the Buddhist kingdom is; if anyone invades our Jing Kingdom, they will draw their sword and strike.

"If the enemy is strong and we are weak, drawing our swords in a panic will only lead to our own downfall."

"That's what the fake incense-offering Taoist priest said."

"To become a god-level being, one must fight countless battles throughout one's life. Did you always win against the weak with the strong?"

Zhou Xuan said with a cold laugh, "In this world, there is no one who is forever strong, but there is a heart that is forever strong. Old Incense has it, but you... don't."

"If you don't want to reveal your true form, then I'll tear off this skin and see what kind of mountain spirit you are."

As he said this, he took three steps in succession.
As soon as the first step was taken, cracks appeared on the skin of the fake incense-offering Taoist priest.

As the second step was completed, the fake Taoist priest's appearance, like an old tree, was stripped of its bark, mottled and peeling away.

With the third step, the outer shell shattered completely, revealing the fake Taoist priest's true form.

He was a man whose entire body was covered in faces.

Those faces included men and women, old and young, beautiful and handsome men and women, as well as ugly faces.

These faces, when placed on a person, appear utterly bizarre.

"So that's how it is?"

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but cover his nose; he felt a little nauseous.

From the audience came Li Changxun's voice: "Master, this is 'The Hundred Faces of Humanity,' and this person is none other than one of the two Heavenly Gods of Mingjiang Prefecture—the God of Dreams."

"Oh it's you?"

Zhou Xuan immediately smiled and transformed into a warm-hearted man, saying, "Mr. Meng, all encounters in this world are reunions after a long separation... no, not too long... not many days have passed."

"Zhou Xuan, you're so smug."

All the faces on the Dream God glared angrily at Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan bent one finger and said, "Last time I rebuilt Mingjiang Prefecture, you came to steal my willpower. At that time, you were arrogant and domineering, without the shame of a 'thief' being caught red-handed. And you still expect me to give you an explanation."

"I gave you an explanation that time—now that you've fallen into my hands, you'd better give me an explanation."

"What goes around comes around, and today it's my turn."

Zhou Xuan's expression remained calm, but his words betrayed a murderous intent.

This dream god wasn't particularly afraid; he still had a killer move.

His killer move was to invoke the greater good of humanity.

“Zhou Xuan, I am a Celestial God and the guardian of Mingjiang. Perhaps I am somewhat greedy, but what harm is there in being a little greedy as a Celestial God?”

The Dream God said, "The Buddha Kingdom is approaching. The Jing Kingdom's military strength is already weak. If they lose a god-level being like me, it will be a great loss for the Jing Kingdom."
"If you kill me, your ancestors won't stand idly by."

“The Nuo god does not want to see me perish.”

The Dream God pointed to the audience seats again and said, "You, Zhou Xuan, are the faith of the people of Mingjiang Prefecture, and so am I."

Do you know how many families in Mingjiang Prefecture worship me?
You know that the mountain barbarians and Yintang people of Mingjiang Prefecture, including Pengjia Town, all regard me as their only god.

At this point, the Dream God roared towards the sky again: "Peach Blossom Tree, have you forgotten who your master is?"

Every celestial being is accompanied by an ancestral tree at the time of their birth.
The relationship between the gods and the ancestral tree is extraordinary.
This is why the Dream God didn't try to force his way to the dome earlier—if he used the laws, the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree would definitely recognize him.

Once the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree recognizes him, it will also know that he has been to Xiejia'ao when the real Taoist priests arrive.
If the Taoist priest finds out, it's the same as if the shaman finds out, and then he'll be in deep trouble.

"Get down here, protect me, and help me leave this place."

The Dream God roared at the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree, attempting to intimidate it with his former power.

But the ancestral peach tree seemed oblivious, as if it hadn't heard anything. Meanwhile, the willow tree stretched out countless branches to entwine the peach tree, as if trying to cover its ears.

"You treat the Peach Blossom Ancestral Tree so roughly, and you expect it to help you?"

Zhou Xuan turned his head, pointed at the Dream God, and said to the audience, "Everyone, I want to ask you, is he really your faith?"

The audience fell silent.

The legends of the Dream God and the God of Suffering have indeed accompanied the growth of many people in Mingjiang Prefecture.

When they were very young, they nestled in their parents' arms, listening to the older generation tell the legends of the two gods.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a belief.

"See that, Zhou Xuan? I've been watching from the stage for a long time and I know that your current influence comes from the people's support and encouragement."

But I am also a celestial being of Mingjiang Prefecture. I was born to occupy a large portion of the faith here. Without this faith, not only would the Nuo God not agree, but even if he did, you wouldn't have the ability to kill me.

"is it?"

Zhou Xuan turned around and said to the Dream God, "Do you know why this stage hasn't been dismantled even after I killed the Medicine Master and the Calabash Taoist?"

The gods in the dream remained silent.

Zhou Xuan answered his own question, saying, "It's because our duel has been permitted by this stage to resume."

"Do you still remember the rules of my stage? You must clearly state your purpose, why you are here, how you got here, what you intend to do here, and you cannot tell a single lie. If you do—the stage will erase you?"

Zhou Xuan had begun to patiently guide the Dream God, persuading him not to doubt the truthfulness of his words.

"This stage, how could it possibly harm a celestial being like me?" The Dream God seemed unconvinced.
But Zhou Xuan could tell from his fleeting dodge that this god actually believed him to some extent.

This belief became Zhou Xuan's weapon.

He said coldly, "Then you, the God of Dreams, can try telling a lie—and see if this stage will erase you."
However, I must remind you that the stage can bestow upon me the aura of "supreme will," so guess how high its status is.

Zhou Xuan was completely taking advantage of the fact that the Dream God was unaware of the "Colorful Play Master's" methods to deceive him.

"Hmph." The Dream God snorted coldly, not responding.

Zhou Xuan then asked, "Let's stop with the small talk. Dream God, I ask you, why did you come to this stage?"

"I'll take it..."

The Dream God wanted to tell a lie, claiming that he had come to steal the power of wishes and the blue and red fish.

Stealing Zhou Xuan's things, while still considered despicable in the eyes of the audience, is not an irreparable mistake.

But Zhou Xuan didn't give him a chance to lie. He pointed to the stage and said, "If you continue to lie, this stage will erase you..."

The Dream God simply stopped talking and remained silent.

Zhou Xuan then took the initiative and said, "Dream God, if you don't speak, I will speak for you. You came to this stage simply to supervise whether the Medicine Buddha has betrayed you."

"I have no connection with the people of the Buddhist Kingdom, so why should I be afraid of being betrayed?" The eyes of the Dream God had already changed slightly.

"Not much of a relationship?"

Zhou Xuan coldly said, "The Dream God, the Medicine Buddha said—the Well Kingdom has a back door that can be opened at any time, which has brought many people from the Buddhist Kingdom into the Well Kingdom."

I think that back door wasn't formed naturally, but rather man-made—was it a dream?

"You...you...you're spouting nonsense."

"How many years have you been letting in so many Buddhists? They are celestial beings, guardians of the mortal realm. Their purpose is twofold: to protect the Heavenly Fire Clan from descending to the mortal world, and to protect the various divine kingdoms in the starry sky from invading our Well Kingdom. You traitorous, colluding traitor, what have you been protecting?"

Zhou Xuan's barrage of insults prompted the Dream God to want to retort.

"Want to talk back? You'd better remember, this stage of mine doesn't allow lies."

Zhou Xuan then suddenly pointed to the dome of the stage.

The Dream God swallowed his words again.

Zhou Xuan continued, "How many people died in the Flood Calamity of Mingjiang Prefecture? How many people died in the Zoroastrian Fire Calamity? All of these were the seeds of disaster caused by you, a celestial being."

"These two matters were clearly done by three deities and the Zoroastrian Church. What do they have to do with me?"

"Both of these matters involved the Xunbo monks from the Buddhist Kingdom. How did the Xunbo monks land in the Well Kingdom? The first place this Buddhist Kingdom's team, searching for the richest places in the starry sky, appeared was in Tattoo Pengjia Town."
What a coincidence! This "tattoo" parlor in Pengjia Town is one of the three major Dream Hall parlors.

Zhou Xuan said firmly.

The three dream-themed establishments: The Storyteller, The Tattoo Artist, and Mr. Night.

According to Peng Sheng, those Buddhist people came because they were summoned by the "tattoo" of the tattoo clan.

Zhou Xuan had never suspected anything before, but today, with the Dream God appearing as a "god of treason and betrayal," Zhou Xuan connected all these things and thought it through thoroughly...

(End of this chapter)