Day and night tour

Chapter 150: Prayer Rules
(The last paragraph of Chapter 148 has been modified, so this chapter opens with Zhou Xuan doing the "Heavenly Official Blessing".)
A layer of black sticky juice condensed on the surface of Zhou Xuan's bone teeth. The ghost of the big-headed baby made a whimpering sound while being absorbed by the bone teeth.

As the crying sound gradually died down, the black juice on the surface of the bones and teeth became more and more colorful, like a mask painted with colorful oil paints.

Zhou Xuan held the bone tooth and tattooed a "Heavenly Official's Blessing" pattern on a larger piece of human skin.

This pattern is the tattoo Zhou Xuan learned after burning one inch of incense. According to the normal practice progress of the hall, it is the pattern of two incense sticks.

When one stick of incense is burning, the tattoo will become a bloody picture.

When the incense sticks are lit for the second time, the tattoo will be a picture of the soul.

In Zhou Xuan's opinion, there was not the slightest bit of weirdness in "The Blessing of Heavenly Official" when the Heavenly Official did not open his eyes.

The background of the picture is the vast starry sky. The celestial official is wearing a white Taoist robe and a tall crown on his head. He sits on the observatory, holding a jade tablet in his left hand and a white flying lantern hanging on his right shoulder.

The celestial official was silently chanting and praying to the stars. The starry sky felt the power of his wishes and generously spread its silver-white light, bringing blessings to the world.

The temperament of the whole picture has both the graceful mystery of the starry sky and the uprightness of the celestial official.

The two auras of the starry sky and the celestial officials meet in the night sky. If you look carefully, you can feel the ultimate tranquility in the depths.

When Zhou Xuan was getting this tattoo, he also felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility, as if everything around him did not exist and he was the only one left in the boundless world.

The mind is calm and the perception is almost closed. Except for the slight perception when moving the needle, most of the other perceptions are like being imprisoned in a cocoon, without any fluctuations.

So much so that when a man and a woman walked into the store, Zhou Xuan didn't even notice.

The man and woman who came in were none other than Siming and Duan Qinglan.

Duan Qinglan was afraid of the cold. Although the weather was starting to get colder, she could still wear thin long sleeves. However, she wore a thick coat and skirt and a black cloak.

The cloak was connected to a wide hat, covering her head, completely hiding her dignified and beautiful face in shadow.

"Are you here to return the money so soon?"

Yun Ziliang was originally holding a teapot and watching Zhou Xuan getting a tattoo. When he heard footsteps, he looked up and groaned inwardly, thinking that the sucker who bought the "Buddha head" yesterday had come.

In Yun Ziliang's opinion, Siming bought a Buddha head for 30,000 yuan, and came to the store again just one day later. He might think the product is not good and want a refund.

“This one is not returnable.”

Because Zhou Xuan earned 30,000 yuan yesterday, the card fee for him to go to the mahjong hall increased from ten yuan to fifty yuan!

The money is going to be returned, so won't Yun Ziliang have to go play cards with only ten dollars in his pocket?
"Boss Si."

"Sir."

"What are you here for?" Yun Ziliang asked.

"Oh, the tattoo looks good. I want to get another one for my daughter." Siming said with a smile.

When he heard the "please again", Yun Ziliang's eyes lit up. If he sold one more item, his license fee would definitely increase.

"What can I say? Our store focuses on honesty and fair prices."

Yun Ziliang was already boasting. In the time it took him to finish his words, Xiao Fuzi had already prepared a snack plate and handed two cups of hot tea to Duan Qinglan and Siming.

"Two guests, have some tea."

Siming picked up two cups of tea, one for himself and one for Duan Qinglan. He also asked Duan Qinglan: "Madam, let's go sit in the outer hall first. The young master is busy, so it's inconvenient to disturb him."

"I'll wait here and won't disturb him. You and the old gentleman can go sit in the outer hall."

Duan Qinglan took the tea and rejected Siming. During the whole process, her eyes never left the "Heaven Official's Blessing" that Zhou Xuan was performing.

"Is there something special about this tattoo?" Siming felt that Duan Qinglan was not in a good state.

"There is a lot of knowledge, but if you can't see it, it's a waste of time to stay here."

Duan Qinglan was not polite to Siming at all, but Siming just smiled and didn't take it to heart.

There are many halls in Jingguo, and the ways of cultivation vary greatly. An object that is considered precious by one hall may be considered as junk by other halls.

For example, when Siming took a look at this painting of Heaven's Blessing, he thought the picture was beautifully done, and that was it, but Duan Qinglan vaguely saw something in the tattoo that she thought was amazing.

After being retorted by his wife, Si Ming obeyed her and went to the outer hall to chat with Yun Ziliang.

Without Siming's interruption, Duan Qinglan sipped her tea in small sips and watched "Heaven Official's Blessing" very attentively.

With the blessing of the heavenly officials, there are no taboos.

This picture is recorded in many ancient books, and it is most recorded in the ancient books of the Bone Lao Society.

It was because in the era when the nine gods had not yet fallen, the six heavenly officials who prayed to the heavens in this vast continent were all selected from the bone elders. They prayed three times a year, asking the gods to bless them and take away some of the pain and disasters in the world...

When it comes to understanding the Heavenly Official, no other sect can compare to the Gu Lao Hui.

"There are many pictures of the Heavenly Official in the Bone Elders' Association, but none of them are as clear as this young gentleman's, who made the details of the blessing so clear. Is this young gentleman really from the Ancient Tattoo Clan?"

Duan Qinglan began to have some doubts. The ancient tattoo clan came into the world with the birth of Da Nuo, and they did not completely cut off ties with the secular world.

If someone from the ancient clan was truly capable of creating a tattoo with the words "Blessing from Heaven", the Bone Elders would certainly spend a huge price to get this tattoo.

But the Bone Elders Association has not included it in all these years, probably because even the people of the ancient clan are not capable of making this tattoo.

For a moment, Duan Qinglan's attention shifted from the heavenly official in the tattoo to Zhou Xuan's background.

She even couldn't help wanting to find someone to investigate Zhou Xuan's background, but she ultimately suppressed the urge.

Everyone who travels around the world has his or her own background and secrets. It is a big taboo to ask around. If the other party knows about it, at best the contact between the two parties will be cut off, and at worst it will lead to revenge.

The Gu Lao Society was too powerful and naturally not afraid of revenge, but Duan Qinglan knew how magical Zhou Xuan's tattoo was and was afraid that the two sides would break off contact, so she gave up the idea of ​​spying on Zhou Xuan's identity.

"Phew, I'm so tired."

Zhou Xuan finally put pen to paper.

Every time a tattoo is done, a strange vision appears. For example, when a Buddha head tattoo is done, the sound of a Buddhist bell will be heard.

"Heavenly Official's Blessing" is one level higher than "Buddha's Head", so it naturally has some strange phenomena.

With the last stroke of the bone tooth, the white lantern suspended on the shoulder of the celestial official trembled slightly, and the silver blessing light cascading from the sky flowed slowly, like a waterfall falling from the sky, and the tattoo began to move.

“Is that so!?”

Duan Qinglan pulled her wide hat back half an inch, fearing that the dark shadow in the hat would block her vision and prevent her from seeing the tattoo clearly.

The more she looked, the more shocked she was.

She observed the law of blessing from the tattoo. The trembling of the white light and the flow of the blessed light occurred almost simultaneously, with no order of precedence.

"It's not a prayer, it's a resonance! It's not a prayer, it's a resonance!"

Duan Qinglan repeated what she said twice, but still couldn't calm the shock and excitement in her heart.

"Sister, when did you come?"

Zhou Xuan's words of greeting pulled Duan Qinglan back to reality from her reverie.

"Young sir, you are a great talent."

Duan Qinglan did not hesitate to praise Zhou Xuan, and then introduced herself: "My husband bought a Buddha head tattoo from you yesterday."

"Oh~" Zhou Xuan drew out his tone. He had the same idea as Yun Ziliang, thinking that Duan Qinglan, the female elder, was also here to ask for a refund.

He calmly asked, "How is the effect of the Buddha head?"

"very good."

That's good!
Zhou Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, put the bone tooth back into his pocket, took Duan Qinglan outside the screen, and signaled Xiao Fuzi to close the door.

He knew that Duan Qinglan's identity was very sensitive and she was a member of the Mingjiang Mansion's Elders Association.

When Siming saw Zhou Xuan, he greeted him respectfully: "Young Master."

"My last name is Zhou, Zhou Jun, you can call me..." Zhou Xuan didn't like the gentleman coming and going, so he guided him.

"Mr. Xiao Zhou."

Zhou Xuan: “…”

Zhou Xuan grabbed a handful of melon seeds, cracked two, and asked, "Since the Buddha head is so effective, why did you two come to see me?"

"We want a better tattoo."

Siming got straight to the point and said, "The Buddha head is already very effective, but... it can only be used to suppress madness, I think..."

"You want to be cured completely!"

"That's what I mean." Siming said.

"I know a picture that will work better, but of course, there's no guarantee it will heal, and I don't have the materials."

Zhou Xuan just learned three tattoos yesterday.

One painting each of an official, a Taoist, and a Buddhist.

The tattoo with Buddhist themes is called "Flower-picking Hand Seal" and its effect is definitely much stronger than that of Buddha's head.

"What materials do you need?" Siming asked.

"A ghost, the ghost of a monk." Zhou Xuan went to capture the official soul last night.

The process of catching souls is not complicated, but it is very tiring. I only caught one in a whole night. It is quite time-consuming and laborious.

Now that someone has customized the tattoo, that’s great. You can capture my soul as well.

Whoever proposes it, solves it.
Zhou Xuan has many ways to be lazy.

"The monk's soul is easy to get. I'll send it over in the next two days. When the time comes, please ask the young master..."

"The price of the Buddha head is 30,000. The tattoo I want to do this time is called the Flower-picking Handprint. 30,000 is not enough."

Zhou Xuan added: "I'll let you know the specific price after I finish the tattoo..."

Siming was somewhat unhappy. I'll capture the soul for you, and you can name the price. But you didn't even decide the price first. How can you do that?

Although he was unhappy, his daughter's madness was still reflected in the tattoo. He didn't dare to say anything harsh, and only said with a little complaint: "You've never done business like this?!"

"That's because you hadn't met me. If you had, you would have been doing business like this a long time ago."

Zhou Xuan said, "Let's stop here. You guys look for the soul. Once you find it, I'll start the work immediately."

He waved his hand, ordering them to leave.

"Young sir, you can hold off on the flower-picking hand seal for a few days. After all, there is still the Buddha's head to suppress it. My Yu'er will not have a madness attack in the next few days. But, can you give me the tattoo of the Heavenly Official's Blessing?"

Duan Qinglan has already started discussing the "Heaven Official's Blessing" business with Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan was very surprised. He had just made a tattoo, and the ink hadn't even dried yet, but it was actually being bought? The buyer was the knowledgeable old man.

Tattooing is indeed a lucrative business!
"Uh..." Zhou Xuan didn't respond to Duan Qinglan in a hurry, his eyes secretly glanced at Yun Ziliang.

He was afraid that the tattoo was too valuable and it would be a pity to sell it.

Now Zhou Xuan has summed up a rule. Most of the tattoos he makes are not much different from the original ones in effect, but there is a chance to make extremely valuable tattoos, such as the monk looking at the moon.

The Monk Gazing at the Moon is an entry-level tattoo, but with the entry of Feiyue, the value of this tattoo has been raised to a higher level.

Because of his keen eyesight, Yun Ziliang became the "only appraiser" of Zhou Xuan's tattoos. He could clearly tell the value of the tattoos.

At this time, Yun Ziliang's right hand pressed down slightly, meaning that this tattoo was not valuable and could be bought with confidence. Zhou Xuan said to Duan Qinglan: "You can buy this tattoo if you want, but the price..."

"Just make your offer, young master." Duan Qinglan said.

"A sum of cash, plus... a sacrifice." Zhou Xuan said: "This tattoo is different from the Buddha's head. Without a sacrifice, it will not be complete."

Zhou Xuan saw in the Totem Hall that after Xueshu finished blessing the Heavenly Official on the baby's back, the baby dug out his heart and gave it to Xueshu. Only then did the Heavenly Official in the tattoo open his eyes.

This is the process of sacrifice.

At this time, Zhou Xuan did not open his eyes when he performed the "Blessing of Heaven", which was naturally caused by the fact that he did not offer any sacrifice.

Therefore, the blood tattoo of a stick of incense only needs sacrifices after the tattoo is completed and kept at home or in the store.
But the soul map of Erxiang, without sacrifices, the tattoo is not considered complete, it is just a semi-finished product.

Naturally, semi-finished products do not have overbearing effects.

"Money is naturally not an obstacle, but what do you need as sacrifice?" Duan Qinglan asked.

"I'll go take a look. You wait for me in the outer hall."

Zhou Xuan walked around into the screen and let a tiny part of his perception penetrate into the Heavenly Official's Blessing.

Then, Zhou Xuan saw a scene——

——A man with a blurred face left a bloody mark on his chest with his five fingers, and then used his own blood to write three words on Zhou Xuan's arm: "Little Protector". Then Zhou Xuan cut off the extra nails on his little finger and stuffed the cut nails into the bloody mark on the man's chest...

The screen ends here.

Zhou Xuan then told Duan Qinglan about the sacrificial ritual that he had seen on the screen.

After listening to this, her desire to buy Tian Guan Ci Fu was greatly reduced.

"The sacrifice itself is not excessive, but the method of sacrifice is difficult for us, Bone Elder, to accept."

Zhou Xuan was a little surprised. The sacrifice itself was nothing. Why don't you just offer it directly? As for the method of sacrifice? Is it important?
At this time, Duan Qinglan struggled to speak and said, "Young Master, I'm telling you the truth. It's not me who wants the blessing from the Heavenly Official, but it's one of my teachers who needs it. However, he may or may not accept the content of the sacrifice.

So, I need to take this tattoo of yours and ask for his opinion... Of course, it's not for free, I can pay you the cash portion first."

"For the cash part, fifty thousand." Zhou Xuan raised his hand.

Duan Qinglan gladly accepted it and added: "If my teacher disagrees, the tattoo will be returned to you and you can just return half of the money."

Zhou Xuan's impression of Duan Qinglan improved immediately, and he agreed, "That's great."

He grabbed the Heavenly Official's Blessing and handed it to Duan Qinglan.

The cash portion is paid in the form of a bank draft, and the name of the bank filled in is "Huifeng Bank".

A bank promissory note is issued by a merchant bank and can be withdrawn at a bank. If the merchant bank has a bad reputation and has no deposits in the bank, the bank will naturally not recognize the note.

But Gu Lao's business will not have any problems with its credibility.

If he could not even swindle 50,000 yuan, Gu Lao would never be able to become the leader of Mingjiang Prefecture.

"Greedy, greedy for money."

Zhou Xuan took the promissory note.

……

"He is greedy enough, ma'am, and you are the only one who spoils him."

Siming has been doing business for many years and is used to being strong. How could he do business under someone's nose?

"A Ming, normally, you have the identity of the master of the thieves' hall, and you have the support of Old Gu, so you are successful in business. But I advise you to put away your profit-seeking business philosophy towards Mr. Xiao Zhou.
He is lucky to have money to buy his tattoo! Fifty thousand dollars is really a good deal for the value of this tattoo. "

Duan Qinglan added: "Mr. Xiao Zhou is not only concerned about our daughter's madness, but also whether Master Gu can awaken the fire! Perhaps the direction that Master Gu has always insisted on is wrong, and the teacher's direction is right."

After she muttered for a while, she glared at Siming and said, "A Ming, remember my words. Be polite when dealing with Mr. Xiao Zhou in the future. Also, don't ask about his identity in private. Absolutely not."

Seeing that his wife was getting angry, Siming softened and said with a smile: "Whatever your wife says is what it is!"

……

In the Yunluo Mountains, in front of the Human Skin Temple, the copper coin priest's mood suddenly improved.

He sneered, "Sacrificing, and offering yourself as the master of the sacrifice. I really thought you understood the tattoo of the tree tribe. After all, isn't it still the tattoo of our ancient tribe?"

The tattoos of the ancient tribe required sacrifices. For example, to link the Human Skin Temple with Zhou Xuan, Blind Peng was used as a sacrifice!
……

"It's weird! It's really fucking weird."

Yun Ziliang stared at Zhou Xuan and said.

"What's wrong, Lao Yun!"

"The method of sacrifice you proposed is very weird!"

Yun Ziliang said,
Zhou Xuan was even more confused. Duan Qinglan said that Gu Lao could not accept the sacrificial method of Tian Guan Ci Fu, and now Yun Ziliang said it was weird. What was weird about it?
During the time he has been in Jingguo, he has seen many things that are bloodier and more cruel than that method of sacrifice, but Lao Yun never thought it was weird.

"Think about it, the person who buys your tattoo offers his blood as a sacrifice to you. The blood is the sacrifice, and you bury your nails in his body. This is called blessing!
Guess who is worthy of blessing? "

Zhou Xuan thought for a moment and said, "God!?"

"That's right, only gods are qualified to bestow blessings, how can mortals be qualified?"

"What do you call a mortal who is not qualified to bestow blessings?"

"Evil God!" Yun Ziliang said firmly.

“……”Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan asked again: "What's wrong with being an evil god?"

"There's nothing wrong with that, but you have to know that the real evil god is not you, but the tattoo! You are just its vessel."

"Oh, that means I am the foot of the evil god."

"That's understandable. So, you'd better stop before it's too late. Even if you have to give up the tattoo, don't become a vessel for the evil god!"

Yun Ziliang said earnestly.

"Lao Yun, you said that the evil gods are mortals who are not qualified to bless?"

"Ok!"

“But I am qualified.”

"Ok?"

"I am the Nuo God."

"Are you really crazy... huh?... Breath of God?!"

Yun Ziliang wanted to laugh loudly, but when he saw Zhou Xuan's right hand emitting a faint blue light...

He squinted his eyes and stared at Zhou Xuan's right hand for a long time before he was relieved. Sure enough, how could his "sensing" of Xunlong Tianshi be wrong? !
"It turns out that you are not an ordinary Nuo... Nuo God is with you."

“Can I bless people?”

"The blessing is your freedom."

Yun Ziliang said with a wry smile.

Zhou Xuan poured a cup of tea and asked Yun Ziliang again, "By the way, Old Yun, is there any explanation for the sacrifice method of tattooing?"

"That is the human sacrifice of the Wu clan to raise the evil god. The believers write words on the evil god's body with their own blood. As the name suggests, it says "Little Guardian", which means the believers are willing to become the evil god's little guardian."

"What is the difference between a small protector and a big protector?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"The minor guardians have a certain number of times they can protect the evil god. Once a certain number of times is reached, the connection between the believer and the evil god ends. The major guardians are lifelong. Once sacrificed, they will be the evil god's guardian for the rest of their lives and will never leave his side."

Yun Ziliang explained leisurely, "Apart from the minor guardians, the common human sacrifices include asking for surrender, soul entanglement, major guardians, etc... Don't underestimate this sacrificial method, it is one of the most solidly connected sacrifices."

"Old Yun, look at me, I'm a little dumb. It's hard for me to understand the knowledge you're talking about without some personal experience. Otherwise, let's do a human sacrifice now. You write a big guardian on my arm and I'll try to see if it works."

"..." Yun Ziliang frowned, just like that internet emoticon.

The elderly, the subway, and mobile phones.

……

What Li Chengfeng likes to do most is to stay in the study and study various ancient books.

He is a member of the Bone Elders Society, but unlike those guys who abuse themselves all day long, he never does anything to harm his body.

It is true that the Bone Elders believe in the God of Pain and Disaster.

All members of Gu Lao have been working hard for one thing throughout their lives, and that is to awaken the fire.

That's also true.

But there are differences of opinion within Gu Lao on how to awaken the fire.

It is mainly divided into the "suffering faction" and the "prayer faction".

The idea of ​​the Pain School is to sacrifice one's own pain to the sleeping God.

They believe that the source of the gods' power is pain, illness, and disaster. The reason they are sleeping is because they have lost their power. Believers use sacrifices to infuse the gods with power.

When He has enough strength, He will naturally wake up.

The prayer faction has different ideas. They believe that the reason why the gods are sleeping is not because of a lack of power, but because the connection is not tight enough. They need to pray every day and turn the prayers into swaying iron chains so that the gods can feel the shock of the believers and wake up.

Due to different philosophies, there was disharmony within Gu Lao, and even a purge operation occurred as a result.

The prayer faction is the one being purged.

Up to now, there are very few people who pray in Gu Lao.

Li Chengfeng was flipping through ancient books when suddenly, there was a knock on the study door.

He frowned and said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Duan Qinglan walked in, saying apologetically, "Teacher, I didn't mean to disturb you."

"A Lan, what's the matter?" Li Chengfeng was in a bad mood. He valued his time very much. Even if a student came to see him, he hoped that the other party would finish the matter quickly and then go their separate ways.

"Teacher, maybe your idea is right, but it's not a prayer, it's a resonance, just like the way our old man gave birth to the "City God". "

"resonance?"

Li Chengfeng couldn't help but frown: "Resonance is the constant collision of two forces... But what power can we use to collide with the power of the gods?"

Duan Qinglan couldn't explain clearly, so she unfolded the tattoo in her hand and placed it flat on the desk.

After Li Chengfeng smoothed out the tattoo, he roughly observed it first. Soon, he was attracted by the intersection of starlight and willpower in the pattern.

He couldn't help but lower his head a little, shortening the distance between his eyes and the tattoo.

Faintly, he felt that the starlight at the intersection had a sense of flow. Upon closer inspection, he found that the wish power expressed in translucent gold also seemed to be flowing.

It is hard to say which of the two streams is stronger or weaker, or rather, they are about the same strength. It is better to say that they are intertwining rather than converging.

"Who did this tattoo?"

Li Chengfeng took the initiative to ask Duan Qinglan...

(End of this chapter)