Day and night tour

Chapter 151: Old Scholar

"Who did this tattoo?" Li Chengfeng asked.

"Teacher, his name is Zhou Jun, and he runs a Jingyi shop on Dongshi Street." Duan Qinglan said.

Li Chengfeng nodded seriously, holding the Heavenly Official's Blessing in his hands, and sighed: "There are always hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the streets, alleys, teahouses and taverns."

He loosened his right hand, held it flat in front of him, and prayed quietly: "The light contains Qianli, the moon moves Dinggui, the sun flames blue smoke, the yin fire crystal glows..."

A white fire and a green flame appeared out of thin air, interweaving like a wick, circling on Li Chengfeng's right palm.

Gu Lao gave birth to the "City Gods", but their abilities were reincarnated from the Heavenly Officials who prayed to them.

It was divided into two schools, namely "prayer" and "sacrifice".

Li Chengfeng is now one of the few "wishes".

He held the fire in his right hand close to the Heavenly Official for Blessing and closed his eyes to meditate.

"I saw the starry sky, and a layer of fog above it. There seemed to be a great secret hidden in the fog. I used fire to clear the fog... Above the fog was a living nothingness."

Duan Qinglan sat on the sofa, holding her cheek, staring at the teacher speaking.

Since she was young, she has been fascinated by the way teachers teach. She speaks slowly and has elegant manners, and she has grasped the essence of old age.

People in the underworld always imagine old people as bullies, bandits, and cunning businessmen.
Duan Qinglan doesn't think so. Being strong is Gu Lao's style, but his essence is a scholar of mysticism.

Gu Lao was thinking day and night, delving into the deepest mysteries of the Well Country.

The blood well, the evil god, the obsession, the fire of the gods, those secrets that affect the underground bloodline of the Well Country, the Bone Elders are all involved, and they are tirelessly searching for the principles behind them.

Duan Qinglan believed that the person with the most scholarly image in the Bone Elders Association was her teacher.

Out of love for her teacher, even though she was a staunch sufferer, she never hated interacting with her teacher.

"Teacher, why does nothingness have life?" Duan Qinglan seemed to have returned to his student days and raised his hand to ask the teacher a question.

Li Chengfeng opened his eyes, extinguished the fire in his hand, and replied: "Life is conceived in nothingness. When it is conceived, the world is still in a state of nothingness, but the pulse of life is already beating."

"This tattoo is like this. Life is growing, but there is nothingness in the tattoo world."

"This tattoo is not really finished yet," said Duan Qinglan.

"Once completed, life will be delivered." Li Chengfeng said, "Then is there any hope for this tattoo to be completed?"

His tone was not calm, but mixed with a hint of hope.

“That’s why I came to see the teacher.”

Duan Qinglan relayed Zhou Xuan's request for human sacrifice to Li Chengfeng.

During this time, she kept paying attention to the teacher's expression. From the beginning to the end, Li Chengfeng had no extra expression. He was slumped in the sofa, with his hands on his knees, and his body did not move from beginning to end.

"I see, he wants to be an evil god." Li Chengfeng said, "I can agree to his request for human sacrifice."

"Teacher, I don't understand."

"Don't you understand my attitude of not rejecting the evil god?" Li Chengfeng asked.

"Yes." Duan Qinglan thought that even if the teacher agreed to Zhou Xuan's request, he would struggle for a long time. Unexpectedly, he agreed so readily.

“We always hate evil gods because we fear them, but after years of research, we have discovered that the evil gods that have grown up are closest to the gods in today’s world, closer than the White Walkers and gods today.

Don’t be afraid, learn to guide them.”

Li Chengfeng said: "I am looking forward to meeting that young tattoo artist."

……

Dongshi Street, inside Zhouji Jingyi Shop.

Zhou Xuan sat at the counter in the outer hall, his eyes closed, holding up a tattooed piece of human skin, shaking it left and right.

The tattoo pattern was a pair of sinister eyes, with a drop of Zhou Xuan's blood in the middle of the eyes.

The corners of its eyes were raised, and its pupils were flashing with a faint light. It was staring at the scene in front of it, and at the same time, transmitting these scenes to Zhou Xuan's heart... It became an eye growing outside Zhou Xuan's body.

As Zhou Xuan shook the "eye" tattoo left and right, the angle of the "eye"'s gaze became larger, and more of the scenery was perceived by Zhou Xuan.

"An eye outside the body? Interesting."

Zhou Xuan opened his eyes, put the "eyes" on the counter, wiped the blood from the middle of the "eyes" with a handkerchief, and then rolled up the tattoo.

The "eye" is a blood picture of a stick of incense, and it needs to be made with the mixed blood of "gods and yin people".

Zhou Xuan is a Nuo god. Although the second incense stick is for the Yin people, he is essentially a god.

He used his own blood and Lu Mingkun's blood to make the "eyes".

Zhou Xuan put the collected tattoos into the drawer in the inner hall. Senior Brother Lu was sewing a corpse for a "client".

I heard that this guest was a blacksmith. When he was forging iron, the furnace was knocked over and fell on him. The red-hot iron he was forging went into his throat. It was a terrible scene...

The death was very tragic, which meant that the job of Jingyi was difficult. If it were a chef from another shop, he would have cursed in public long ago. However, not only did Lu Mingkun not curse, he was very happy instead.

In his words, the more tragically someone's death was, the faster you could accumulate incense offerings.

"Brother, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go out for a walk."

Zhou Xuan stayed in the store for too long and felt uncomfortable, so he thought about strolling around Dongshi Street.

Before they even reached the boiled water shop, Lao Yang called out to Zhou Xuan: "Brother Zhou!"

"Old Yang, shouldn't you be at the Da Si Xi Mahjong Hall at this time?"

"Oh, don't mention it. It's bad luck. My luck has been really bad these past few days. I can't win more than two or three times a day. It doesn't matter if I make money or not. The key is that I feel uncomfortable. Now many people in Dongshi Street are saying that you have a tattoo spirit. Can you give me a tattoo to improve my luck?"

Lao Yang made his demands clear.

Zhou Xuan tilted his head and looked up at the sky, saying, "That's not necessary. Luck is something that will naturally get better if you take a break for two days. Can God let you be unlucky for the rest of your life?"

"Hey, help me." Old Yang pulled Zhou Xuan's hand and stuffed a pack of old knives into his palm.

Zhou Xuan put away the cigarette and said to Lao Yang: "Well, your luck has turned for the better. I can't help you, but I can help you win the game."

"How can you win the game without relying on luck?" Old Yang asked doubtfully.

Zhou Xuan was touched by Lao Yang's question.

It turns out that he never uses his brain when playing cards every day, and everything depends on luck.

Waiting for a hand depends only on luck, but winning depends entirely on horoscope?
Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan was a little skeptical. He suspected that even if he sold the "eyes" to Lao Yang, Lao Yang might not be able to win the game. "Brother Zhou, why are you silent?"

"Old Yang, let me ask you, if you could see the cards of both parties, could you win the game of mahjong?"

Zhou Xuan's question also touched Lao Yang's soul.

"Brother Zhou, don't you know how to play mahjong? There are only four players, I count as one, and I can see the cards of two more players. If I still can't win, I might as well be a maggot in a manure tank!"

After Lao Yang finished speaking, he patted his chest and said confidently, "I guarantee you'll win!"

"That's good."

Zhou Xuan said: "I'll get you a tattoo. As for the price, you can decide for yourself when you win the money."

He brought Lao Yang to the store, took out the "eye" tattoo and handed it to Lao Yang.

Whether a tattoo can be sold at a high price depends mainly on the financial resources of the client and whether the purpose of the tattoo is unique.

From a certain perspective, the "eye" tattoo can be regarded as an instant camera. It works quite well and can be used to peek at the cards. It is a must-have for gamblers.

However, Zhou Xuan didn't have time to go to the casino to sell his "eyes" to gamblers, and he couldn't afford to waste time. It just so happened that Lao Yang needed them, so he just sold them to him as a favor.

"I just want face. If I win money, it's all yours."

Lao Yang is not short of money, but if he is asked to spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy "eyes", he will definitely be reluctant to do so.

"Before using it, remember to put a drop of finger blood between your eyes! Also, you play cards in a private room, right? Hang the tattoo in a good position in advance so that you can see the positions of both parties' cards at the same time. Do you understand?"

Zhou Xuan instructed.

"I understand."

"Go ahead, King of Mahjong." Zhou Xuan waved his hand and continued to go shopping.

This time, before he reached the old painting studio, he heard Fu Zi calling him from behind.

"Master, Master."

"Xiao Fuzi, why did you come out when you weren't in the store looking after the hall?"

"A distinguished guest is here to see you." said Xiao Fuzi.

"Who is it?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"It's Madam Duan who bought the Blessing from Heaven." Xiao Fuzi said.

"Then I'll go back to the store and check."

Zhou Xuan walked into the store slowly and unhurriedly.

……

Li Chengfeng was a little fat, and he was only willing to focus on studying ancient books. Sitting on the bamboo chair, he looked very lazy.

"Young sir, the teacher agrees to your request and is willing to buy the tattoo."

Duan Qinglan said to Zhou Xuan solemnly.

"Okay." Zhou Xuan walked to the door of the store and turned around to ask, "Mrs. Duan, aren't you going into the store?"

"I'll just wait outside."

Duan Qinglan said with a smile.

"Ok!"

Zhou Xuan entered the store and saw Li Chengfeng: "Do you want to buy Tianguan Cifu?"

"Is it Mr. Xiao Zhou?"

"Just call me Xiao Zhou."

"Mr. Xiao Zhou is so polite. My name is Li Chengfeng, and I'm a teacher at Mingjiang Huifeng Medical College."

Li Chengfeng was not lying. He usually worked at Huifeng Medical College, a medical school funded by the Bone Society.

"Teacher Li, Mrs. Duan has told you the requirements for buying a tattoo, right?"

"I have." Li Chengfeng stood up and asked, "Can I choose the upstairs as the place for the sacrifice?"

"A private room is not very convenient. If you like, I can invite you to a place that is absolutely private."

Zhou Xuan said.

"Please lead the way, Mr. Zhou."

……

In the old painting studio,

Li Chengfeng said no more. The front and back doors were locked, and there was no one on the second floor, so it was absolutely secretive.

In addition, Duan Qinglan was standing at the door looking at Feng, so no one knew that he was accepting a human sacrifice.

He no longer cared and took off his shirt, revealing his wrinkled skin.

I saw him half-kneeling on the ground, with the five fingers of his right hand forming claws, and he drew five bloody marks on his chest.

"Young man, please stretch out your right hand." Li Chengfeng said.

Zhou Xuan's right hand was the hand of the Nuo god. Not wanting Li Chengfeng to notice anything, he stretched out his left hand.

Li Chengfeng doesn't mind whether it is the left hand or the right hand, it's just that most people are right-handed and habitually extend their right hand.

He dipped his own blood and did not write the blood words immediately. Instead, he asked, "Young Master, your human sacrifice ceremony does not seem to be very regular. There are some omissions and mistakes."

The old man in front of him seemed to understand rituals very well. Zhou Xuan was not surprised. Duan Qinglan was from Gu Lao, and her teacher must be more than just an "ordinary teacher in medical school."

"Old sir, where is the mistake and flaw in the ceremony?"

"Human sacrifice is the way believers communicate with the evil god, and the evil god will control the believers. His means of control generally include - calling names, eating hair, offering bones, eye blood, etc..."

This is quite a lot of research!

Zhou Xuan asked: "Why does the evil god want to control the believers? How do you do things like calling the roll and swallowing hair?"

(End of this chapter)