Chapter 286: The Same Weird Dream
Some time ago, when the Bone Society was dissecting Mo Tingsheng, Zhou Xuan inexplicably started bleeding from the nose.

At that time, he had just learned about the “Book of Will” and immediately speculated whether it was Bifang in the sky who used the “Book of Will” to curse him to death.
Zhou Xuan has always had a wild instinct in terms of sensing danger, but this guess is too exaggerated, so he doesn’t take it too seriously.

At this moment, he started coughing up blood for no apparent reason.
After two consecutive unexplained illnesses, Zhou Xuan was completely certain that Bifang had really used the “Book of Will” to curse him to death.

Miss Qiang dispersed her consciousness and began to check Zhou Xuan’s secret realm. This investigation was extremely strange.

When Zhou Xuan had his nosebleed for the first time, an almost imperceptible blood spot appeared in the secret realm.

This time, the blood spot began to fester and took on a corrupted color, like a wild flower growing wantonly in an open field.

“Ah Xuan, your lesion is indeed very strange. It spread suddenly.”

Miss Qiang added: “Your body and the body of Da Nuo have the same end. I will use the broken bodies of the four Da Nuo statues to make a new body for you.”

“If the Heavenly Book is put into operation, it will not stop until it achieves its goal. Even if I change into a good body, I am afraid it will not take long before it will be destroyed again.”

Zhou Xuan politely declined Miss Qiang’s kindness, but Miss Qiang’s method might not be a bad solution.

“If this body of mine rots away and I replace it with a new one, I might be able to delay time a little longer.”

The method of getting a new body is only a temporary solution, but it can save lives at critical moments.

“For now, I need to find a way to lift the curse of the Heavenly Book.”

Although Zhou Xuan had learned how to make the Heavenly Book and what its functions were through the Kongming Mirror, in order to have a deeper understanding, he had to try it himself.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to drink this wine. I’m going to go home and have a good rest. I’ll go and create the Heavenly Book tomorrow.”

When Zhou Xuan said this, he thought about going back to Dongshi Street first.
However, he still has some things to explain.

For example, what should be done with Wuxiangyu and Daluotian, whose powers have been abolished?

For another example, before the ancient clan’s celebration banquet, his sister asked him through a link to help arrange Li Shuangyi and Liu Jiaotian’s trip to Huangyuan Prefecture.

Zhou Xuan put down the wine bowl, stood up, and said goodbye to the painter first: “Old Painter, I am a little tired after the battle with the three-headed stone Buddha. I will leave first. You should hurry up and swallow the incense of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter. The godhood of the Heavenly Official is still waiting for you.”

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Xiao.” said the painter.

Zhou Xuan then said to Lady Red Coffin and Shang Qingying, “Lady Coffin, Master Shang, I promised you in advance that you can choose one of the two Dharma bodies of Wuxiangyu, Daluotian, and the three-headed stone Buddha, and then you two can each take half and consume their Buddha power to increase the incense.

However, these two people are the first wave of Buddhists to land in Jing Country, and they are the Buddhist search team. “

The person behind the three-headed stone Buddha is called the Great Heavenly King, and his full name is Xunbo Great Heavenly King.

This name probably means that this great king, along with some highly skilled Buddhists, is looking for big countries to plunder. Those countries that are rich in resources and full of vitality are the extraterrestrial waves they are looking for…

The Blood and Flesh Divine Dynasty was found by the Great Heavenly King Xunbo and was completely annihilated. If it weren’t for the Nuo God guarding the Jing Kingdom three hundred years ago, its fate would have been similar to that of the Blood and Flesh Divine Dynasty.

“For the past three hundred years, the three Dharmabodhisattvas, Wuxiangyu, Daluotian, and Wansejie, must not have been practicing in a boring way. Perhaps they are doing something small.

I want to find out all the actions they take.”

Zhou Xuan said this, clasped his fists and said: “So, these two Buddhists are still useful, but I’m afraid you two can’t absorb their Buddhist energy for the time being.
But I promise that as long as they tell me everything they know, I can let the coffin lady and the business hall master absorb the Buddha’s energy.”

Shang Wenjun had a cold expression, but said, “I’m not in a hurry. It doesn’t matter if I raise the incense a few days later or a few days earlier. It all depends on whether the coffin lady agrees.”

“Mistress Shang, what do you want to do with me?”

The coffin lady held the wine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and said, “Even if I don’t study anymore, I still know some great principles. If the hair is gone, where will the skin be attached? If the Well Country is destroyed by the Buddha Country, what is the use of my cultivation until the ninth incense stick?

Young sir, you can interrogate them both. I can wait for as many days as you want.”

“Coffin Lady, that’s a righteous thing to do, but… if the skin is gone, where will the hair be attached? You just said it the other way around.”

“Oh…” The coffin lady was stunned at first, then she figured out the meaning of the idiom, and waved her jade hand, saying casually: “It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, as long as you understand the meaning, I am uneducated and have not read much, but my feelings… are all in the wine.”

The coffin lady grabbed another bowl of liquor and drank it in one gulp.

When she finished drinking the wine in the bowl, Zhou Xuan interrupted her and said,

“Coffin Lady, we were just talking about justice. Now I want to talk to you about something personal.”

“Go ahead, young sir.”

“My third senior brother, Li Shuangyi, turned into a zombie after his death, but Pingshui Prefecture is not suitable for raising zombies. He wants to go to Huangyuan Prefecture, but the public security in Huangyuan Prefecture…”

When Coffin Lady heard this, she knew what Zhou Xuan was going to say. She knew very well what the bad atmosphere was in the Huangyuan Mansion.

“I thought it was a big deal. I immediately sent a secret letter to Kugui’s old helmsman and asked him to pick some quick and skillful disciples to take your third brother to Huangyuan Prefecture at the border between Huangyuan Prefecture and Pingshui Prefecture.”

The coffin lady said, “When he enters Huangyuan Prefecture, the boatman disciples of our hall will accompany him throughout the journey. No one will dare to cause trouble to them, including pirates and river ghosts… Your third senior brother will not be spared even a hair.”

The Kugui sect was the number one gang in Huangyuan Prefecture. With the arrangement of the coffin lady, Li Shuangyi and Liu Jiaotian took precautions and could go wherever they wanted within the prefecture.

“Then I would like to thank the coffin lady first.”

Zhou Xuan said.

“Little things, little things.”

Lady Red Coffin didn’t take this matter to heart at all. She had gained a lot from this trip to Mingjiang Mansion. First, she comprehended the Empty Mirror and ascended to the Eight Incense Sticks. Then, in the next few days, she could also absorb the Buddha’s energy from the Buddha’s body.
No matter which one it was, finding some capable disciples to protect Li Shuangyi was just a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

After Zhou Xuan finished explaining the major events such as “Conferred Gods”, “Li Shuangyi’s trip to Huangyuan Mansion”, and “How to deal with the two Dharma bodies of the Stone Buddha”,

He then said to Peng Sheng: “Brother Peng, your body is in Pengjia Town. Bring your body to my shop tomorrow and I will ask Miss Qiang to help you rebuild your body…”

“That’s right, that’s right.” Peng Sheng handed Zhou Xuan a bowl of strong liquor.

Zhou Xuan waved his hand and pointed to his stomach, indicating that he couldn’t drink any more. Then he said, “In the Tattoo Forbidden Land, there are eight incense sticks like you, and the tree clan and the ancestral tree are helping us. The four remains of our Zhou family’s Great Nuo will be stored in the forbidden land first. You help our Zhou family guard it.”

“That’s natural.”

Peng Sheng nodded and agreed.

Zhou Xuan carried the scroll where Yun Ziliang was hiding, bowed to everyone again, and strode out of the largest wooden fort in Pengjia Town.

He walked towards the outside of the town, and when he passed by the peach blossom tree, he saw a human head hanging upside down on the tree.

The head looked old, with a copper coin tattoo on his face. It belonged to none other than the Copper Coin Priest.

Under the tree, the White Deer Priest, wearing deerskin, was sitting next to an iron barrel burning tattoos.

There was a pile of tattoos, made of unknown animal skin. Every time the White Deer Priest burned one, he would throw it into the iron bucket, as if he was offering sacrifices to the Copper Coin Priest.

The firelight cast a bright red shadow on the peach tree.

“Why did the copper coin die?”

Zhou Xuan walked up to the White Deer Priest and asked.

The White Deer Priest raised his head and looked at Zhou Xuan clearly. Then he knelt on the ground and called out respectfully, “Ancestor Xuan.”

Zhou Xuan’s map of mountains and rivers can be said to be the most powerful tattoo in the history of the tattoo clan.

This tattoo also impressed the members of the Tattoo Tree Clan, and they recognized Zhou Xuan as their “Xuanzu”.

“You call me old.” Zhou Xuan smiled and asked, “How did Tongqian die?”

“In the past hundred years, the copper coin priests have worked day and night for the lie of the three-headed stone Buddha.”

The three-headed stone Buddha used the lie of “Yumen Ascension” to deceive the ancient tribesmen, saying that as long as they gathered five big Nuos and tattooed the whole tribe, they would be able to gather their consciousness, ascend to the sky, and establish an eternal kingdom of God belonging to the tattooed ancient tribe.

All the ancient people were fooled, and the one who believed in the three-headed stone Buddha the most was the copper coin priest.

“In order to achieve the “Yumen Ascension”, the copper coin priest killed two children in the tribe. They were born with tattoos in their mothers’ wombs and were the future prides of the tribe.”

“So, the copper coin priest atoned for his sins?”

“Well, apart from those two geniuses, many of the tribesmen who were used as food by the Stone Buddha in the Ancestor’s Grotto were persuaded by the Copper Coin Priest to go in.
Now, he has come to his senses and doesn’t know how to face his people, so he performs a blood sacrifice ceremony, scattering his body and his spiritual power throughout Pengjia Town, using his last bit of strength to nourish Pengjia Town.”

“Well, the copper coin priest has both pitiful and hateful aspects, which interweave together and make people sigh.”

After Zhou Xuan figured out the whole story, he said goodbye to the White Deer Priest and left Pengjia Town…

……

In the forbidden area of ​​tattoos, there was a lively atmosphere.
The tribesmen escaped the fate of slavery, and welcomed back the tattooed ancestor, the ancestral tree in their dreams, and the “Xuanzu” who revealed the miraculous map of mountains and rivers.

Although the past is too painful to recall, the future is bright, just like the rising sun slowly from the darkness.

In Pengjia Town, people are singing and dancing.
Jiuli Mansion is much quieter than Pengjia Town.

Standing in front of the Zoroastrianism, Zhaxing received many images from the Zoroastrianism.

Among them is a scene of Zhou Xuan comprehending the Sixteen Postures.
There are scenes of the three-headed stone Buddha and the Holy Son and Holy Daughter being executed, as well as scenes of Zhou Xuan, the ancient clan, and the Mingjiang Youshen drinking and settling the score victoriously.

Zha Xing was in a very depressed mood.

“Zhou Xuan is so powerful. I dare not face the sharp edge of this Sixteen Forces Sword. I need to be careful when dealing with it.”

In a sense, Zhaxing also witnessed Zhou Xuan’s growth.

When Zhou Xuan first entered Mingjiang Prefecture, he was just an ordinary little person with two incense sticks.

For such a person, Zha Xing even felt that he was not worthy of dying in his hands.

From then on, it was Zhou Xuan’s road to greatness. With his outstanding knowledge of human relations, he hooked up with Si Ming and Duan Qinglan from the Thief’s Hall.

Then, through the Thieves’ Hall, he made friends with the people in the Bone Elders’ Society.

After the City God’s Monument King, the Temple Master, and the Painful Scholar died one after another,

Zha Xing finally began to understand that some people’s spiritual attainments were not at the level of incense and candlelight.

She began to think of ways to kill Zhou Xuan, and even sent out the most powerful person in the world – Mr. Feng.

But at this time, Zhou Xuan had grown strong, and Mr. Feng was defeated by his Sun-roaming Spirit.

Later, Zhou Xuan mobilized the three major halls to destroy the entire kidnapper hall and killed three god-level people in a row.
What now?
Now Zhou Xuan no longer completely relied on personal connections and skilled acting skills. Instead, he relied on the “repaying the incense from the Nuo family” to condense sixteen postures and cut off the three-headed stone Buddha’s life with one sword.

“Zhou Xuan, I have a feeling…you and I…are of the same kind.”

“We are the same kind.”

Zha Xing looked up at the moonlight and sighed, completely ignoring the communication between Zoroastrianism and her.
“Fortunately you didn’t go today. Huo Jun felt the breath of the incense Taoist priest… Zhexing… Are you listening to me?”

In Zha Xing’s mind, there were images of the Sixteen Postures, and the light and shadows kept shaking…

……

Zhou Xuan returned to the store under the stars.

The lights were still on in the store.

Just as Zhou Xuan was about to push the door open, he heard someone reciting a poem inside.
“A loving mother sews clothes for her son.

Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. “

This poem is so sad when it is recited.

As soon as Zhou Xuan opened the door, he saw Zhao Wuya doing needlework under the light of the shop.

“You’re finally back.” Zhao Wuya glared at Zhou Xuan dimly, “You went out for an outing and didn’t even take me with you.”

“It’s not a good thing, why bring you along?”

Zhou Xuan hung Yun Ziliang’s painting on the wall, went to the copper basin, washed his hands and wiped his neck, complaining as he wiped: “Ya Zi, you are really something. You don’t sleep at night and come to me to pretend to be an old lady in the deep palace. Is there anyone in this world who has wronged you that you come to me to show your hatred for me?”

“You guys are going on an outing without me.”

“Take you with me? I’m afraid you won’t dare to go.”

Yun Ziliang walked out of the painting and gave Zhao Wuya a slap on the forehead: “Can you do something serious? Is sewing something a man should do?”

Zhao Wuya still lowered his head to sew and asked Yun Ziliang: “What on earth did you do?”

“We… went to fight the Buddhists. The three-headed stone Buddha, the Saint Son and the Saint Daughter are all ruthless people who are in their prime. You, a young man, are also going to fight them?”

Zhou Xuan wrung out the towel, hung it on the pine rack, sat next to Zhao Wuya, and said.

“Then…then…I will forgive you.”

When Zhao Wuya heard that it was a matter of life and death, he stopped caring. He could bully others with the help of incense, but he would never do anything too desperate.

Why bother risking your life? If you use too much strength you might just hurt yourself.

He tied a knot in the sewing thread, bit off the excess thread, and shook out a monk’s robe. He said, “I have been sewing all day today and sewing this robe. Look at it and see how good my handwork is.”

“Isn’t this what a fucking bald man wears?” Yun Ziliang narrowed his eyes and stared at the monk’s robe.

“Hey, Taoist priest with a cow nose, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Zhao Wuya directly provoked Yun Ziliang with a sentence.

“Your uncle’s.”

This time Yun Ziliang didn’t take off his shoes. He just picked up a bench and wanted to hit Yazi on the head.

“Grandmaster, I was just joking with you…don’t chase me.”

After Zhao Wuya finished talking nonsense, he quickly ran around the table and played a trick of “King Qin Circling the Pillar” with Yun Ziliang, which made Zhou Xuan laugh out loud.

“Yazi, you really deserve a beating for that mouth of yours sometimes.”

“Grandmaster, I was wrong…I was wrong…please forgive me this time.”

“Burn your tattered clothes for me, and I will forgive you.”

“That won’t work. I have a great affinity with Buddha.”

“Damn it, Taoist Xunlong is always thinking about Buddhist matters. Are you attracted to some pretty nun in some temple?”

The old man and the young man chased after Zhao Wuya relentlessly, and finally, after Yun Ziliang suddenly ran in the opposite direction, they caught Zhao Wuya and pinned him to the ground.

Lao Yun replaced the stool in his hand with a feather duster and thumped Zhao Wuya’s butt hard. Suddenly, rhythmic sounds were heard in the store.

Zhou Xuan thought the situation was a little…wrong…Yazi seemed to be enjoying it.

“Lao Yun, Yazi insulted you so much, and you actually rewarded him.”

After beating him with a feather duster, Yun Ziliang stood up, straightened his messy Taoist robe, and scolded, “If you dare to call me a Taoist priest with a big nose next time, I will beat your ass into pieces.”

The two had fought and quarreled enough. Zhao Wuya sat on the bench, gasping for breath. He was exhausted after being beaten.

“Brother Xuan, no matter what, you must come with me to tell fortunes tomorrow.”

Zhao Wuya changed the subject.

Zhou Xuan smoked a cigarette, took a newspaper and read it, and said, “No, no, I have a big job tomorrow.”

“What kind of work?”

“Look for a good place to give a lecture. I want to condense the Heavenly Book of Will.”

Zhou Xuan said: “If I don’t repair the ancient monitoring tripod for Youshen Division, the tripod will break down. The Zoroastrianism will have to form a group to come to Mingjiang Mansion. I can’t handle it.”

“Will that delay the fortune-telling?” Zhao Wuya said, “I am familiar with Mingjiang Prefecture. I will ride on a donkey and take you to look for a place to tell fortunes while we are at it.”

Yun Ziliang also chimed in, saying, “Xuan Zi, although Ya Zi is a man with a lot of bad mouths, his suggestion just now finally made him look like a human being.”

“…” Zhao Wuya.

Yun Ziliang added: “After you understand the incense of seeking dragons, you will go around to ask for divination. Sometimes, you can get some knowledge. Whether you can quickly complete the incense of seeking dragons depends on everything you encounter on the way.”

“What will happen?”

“Strange people and strange things, strange things, and strange things. The incense of dragon hunting has grown among these strange things and strange things.
You will know the details when you take a walk tomorrow.”

Yun Ziliang added: “Remember, the essence of finding a dragon is to find a person.”

“Then I’ll follow Yazi tomorrow and go to the street to take a look.”

Zhou Xuan said.

……

That night, Zhou Xuan had a strange dream.

In the dream, there seemed to be a huge abacus moving, and dozens of accountants were clacking the abacus.

Zhou Xuan was disturbed in his dream, so he asked, “What are you calculating?”

“When will you, young man, die?”

The accountants looked up, and saw purple, creepy blood flowing out of their seven orifices…

(End of this chapter)