Day and night tour

Chapter 66: Forbidden Hall
As soon as Jingdeng finished speaking, Zhou Xuan felt that his perception was abruptly cut off, and the hazy and distorted walls around him quickly returned to normal.

He opened his eyes, and Yuan Buyu came over immediately: "What did you talk about?"

Zhou Xuan told Yuan Buyu about Jing Deng's class content.

After listening to this, Old Yuan remained silent for a long time.

After several minutes, Yuan Buyu finally spoke quietly, "No wonder I haven't made any progress in my understanding of the Blood Well. It turns out that my thinking was wrong... What drives the Blood Well psychic crazy is not the Blood Well, but the dual consciousness!
This one is called Jingdeng, it’s quite good.”

Zhou Xuan went to the food cabinet and took out two bottles of soda, opened them and handed one to Yuan Buyu.

"I don't want it, it's too sweet." Yuan Buyu refused the soda.

Zhou Xuan raised his head and gulped, saying, "He is capable, but I always feel that he has bad intentions."

"How did you know that?"

"I can't really put it into words, it's just a feeling..."

Zhou Xuan asked Yuan Buyu: "Since it is a dual consciousness, if I kill the dark consciousness, will I not be crazy in the future?"

"You won't be crazy, but you will become stupid!" Yuan Buyu was so angry at this bold idea that his beard blew. He said, "The two consciousnesses combine your spirit, and one less will do. But what he said about using Buddha nature as the main incense fuel is a way, but... Buddha nature is too difficult to obtain."

“How do I obtain Buddha nature?”

"Every White Walker has Buddha nature. By eating his flesh and blood, you can gain Buddha nature."

"Other than that?"

"The flesh and blood of the great monks also carry Buddha nature."

"Then just tie them up..." Zhou Xuan suddenly had a bold idea.

"Buddhism is rare in Jing Country, and the protection of enlightened monks is very strong. If you act recklessly, be careful of entering the Youshen Division."

"Then forget it." Zhou Xuan knew it was hopeless, and asked again: "Tattooing can also get rid of my madness, this method..."

Yuan Buyu interrupted Zhou Xuan and said, "The Tattoo Hall is a branch of the Wu family. I don't quite understand it. Let's go ask the owner."

He stood up, patted his butt, and went back to his room to sleep. He reminded Zhou Xuan: "Xuan Zi, I'm going back to my room first. You must attend the next gathering. Remember to call me. I want to see what power the blood well has."

"understood."

Zhou Xuan responded.

……

"Big Brother is busy with the business of the troupe every day, no problem. Second Brother... no problem either. Third Brother, he is in the troupe every day, singing and training apprentices..."

Zhou Lingyi analyzed the daily routes of the five senior brothers with a notebook, but couldn't find anything wrong.

"Boom, boom, boom."

There was a knock on the door,
Zhou Lingyi asked: "Who is it?"

"Sister, me."

"come in."

Zhou Lingyi stood up and asked Zhou Xuan who had entered the room: "Is your meeting over?"

"Ah."

Zhou Xuan said, "I heard a piece of news that there is a way to cure my madness caused by the spiritualism of the blood well."

"Really? What can we do?"

"There is a gang called Tattoo. The tattoos they make can cure my madness."

When Zhou Lingyi heard this, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Then you can't count on it."

"Why?" Zhou Xuan asked.

“The Tattoo Hall is one of the three forbidden halls of the Wu family. Although the name sounds gentle, the actual methods are extremely cruel. They like to raise ghosts in the bodies of living people.

Because his methods were too brutal, he was not tolerated by the major halls, so the disciples of Tattoo rarely came out and hid in the Wu family's forbidden area. They were extremely difficult to find. You can forget about it in a few years, unless..."

"Unless what?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"A new Da Nuo has appeared in the Zhou family!" Zhou Lingyi said with a hint of regret in his tone.

With Zhou Xuan's talent, as long as the Zhou family's ancestor Nuomian agrees to let him join the Great Nuo Hall, he will definitely become the Great Nuo's...

"What does the birth of the Great Nuo in our Zhou family have to do with the birth of the tattoo disciple? Aren't there two halls?"

"The specific reason is unclear." Zhou Lingyi said, "It's just a pattern at best. Every time a tattoo disciple enters the martial arts world, a new Da Nuo appears in the Zhou family. When Da Nuo dies, the tattoo disciple disappears."

"We don't know when the new Nuo of the Zhou family will appear. There's no hope..."

Zhou Xuan sighed, it seemed like he had listened to the class for nothing. He had found a method, but it was almost impossible to realize it. Buddha nature and tattoos were both harder to obtain.

Zhou Xuan walked out of the room with a little sadness. When he was almost at the door, he suddenly felt an itch on the back of his head. He reached over his head with his right hand to scratch it. After scratching it for a while, he suddenly heard "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Oh, tickling? What's going on?"

"Nothing." Zhou Lingyi smiled. When Zhou Xuan left the room, her expression became surprised: "Is it really a tickle?"

She felt that Zhou Xuan's actions just now were very similar to a Nuo opera actor wearing a mask.

There are many types of Nuo masks, some look like helmets, and some are as light as ordinary masks. However, no matter how light they are, they are still made of wood, so when wearing them, they need to be tied behind the head with a thick red rope.

To tie the rope tightly, you need to put your arms over your head to apply more force.

"Is tickling like tying a Nuo mask? Well, I must be overthinking it. My brother has already become a storyteller, so he has no chance to be a Nuo."

Zhou Lingyi sighed.

……

In the northern suburbs of Taiping Prefecture, Baihualing Hutong,
Yang Moxiang held two bloody human heads in his left hand and three copper coins in his right hand, and walked into the alley step by step.

He was wearing a bloodstained robe and a top hat whose color could no longer be seen. The skin on his face seemed to be rotten and was falling off in clumps.

In fact, a lot of flesh had fallen off his body, but it was covered by his clothes and trousers so it couldn't be seen.

"It's almost there, we're almost home. As long as I can be wrapped up in that dog skin, I'll be fine...Hold on..."

Three meters, two meters, one meter.

arrive,

Yang Moxiang used his last bit of strength to push open the door. As soon as the door opened, he staggered forward and fell, with the two heads in his hands rolling to the foot of a table not far away.

There was a copper hot pot on the table, and three men were sitting there, eating the dog meat in the pot with big mouthfuls.

There was a bloody, intact dog skin hanging on the corner of the table.

"Xiao Yang, how was your work today? Did you finish the three tasks?"

The man sitting at the main seat at the table had a mustache and was thin. He was the famous dog king in the kidnapper's hall - Liao Zhongsheng.

"I killed two reporters who published negative news about us kidnappers. Those are their heads."

Yang Moxiang was lying on the ground, unable to get up, pointing at the head with trembling fingers.

Liao Zhongsheng looked down at the head and kicked it away: "You dog-like thing, you dare to publish anything in the newspaper! You are looking for death!"

After cursing, he asked again: "Where is Zhou Xuan?"

"I have tested it. Zhou Xuan is now a storyteller. His incense level is very low. The one guarding him is a shadow. After fighting with her, she should be more skilled than me, at the level of four incense sticks."

"Four incense sticks? Great! Let's find a time in these few days. If Zhou Xuan dares to leave the Zhou Clan, we'll take his head."

Liao Zhongsheng made a plan.

"Dog King, I'm afraid we need to think about it carefully. There is a genius in the Zhou family, and it is said that he is at a very high level." Yang Moxiang reminded.

"No matter how high it is, it's useless. He and the Zhou family have an agreement that he can keep Zhou Xuan safe in the house. Once he leaves the house, it's not his responsibility."

"But Zhou Xuan suddenly became a storyteller. Could he be the disciple of that god?"

Liao Zhongsheng gave Yang Moxiang a look and said, "Young Master Zhou Xuan is probably the master who paid the god to accept him as a disciple. Can you still call this kind of cheap disciple a disciple? Can a god help this kind of disciple?"

"The Dog King is right."

"Haha, put on your dog skin and don't dirty my floor." Liao Zhongsheng grabbed the bloody dog ​​skin hanging on the corner of the table and threw it at Yang Moxiang.

A dog skin fell from the sky, covered Yang Moxiang, and then quickly tightened. The dog skin and the person merged together, becoming a big black dog with shiny hair.

"Much more comfortable."

After turning into a dog, Yang Moxiang felt relaxed all over and his strength returned. This dog skin was now hanging on half of his life.

"Haha, you are a good dog, don't go hungry."

After Liao Zhongsheng finished speaking, he picked up a piece of dog meat and threw it on the ground.

Yang Moxiang trotted over, pressed the dog meat with his front paws, and started tearing it into big bites.

"Eat more, eat more, and then you can kill Zhou Xuan. You need to put in more effort. After the task is completed, I will give you one of Zhou Xuan's feet. He is not an ordinary person. He is a good sacrifice..."

After Liao Zhongsheng finished speaking, he threw another piece of dog meat.

(End of this chapter)