Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1033 - 405: Dream of the Celestial Venerable
"Why is the young monk crying?"
That tear did not escape Zhou Xuan’s eyes, and he immediately asked.
The young monk gently wiped away the tear from the corner of his eye and said, "The people are all ignorant and always believe in the legend of the Blood God. This tear I shed is for them."
Zhou Xuan thought that this tear of the young monk had something to say, but when he continued to inquire, the young monk never spoke the truth, so he had to give up.
Then he started talking about the Blood God again.
"Young monk, I don’t understand your persistence. Why does everyone say that the Blood God will descend, but you insist that he doesn’t exist?"
"Because he simply doesn’t exist."
The young monk spoke decisively, but Zhou Xuan did not find this reason convincing. He pressed further and said, "Young monk, those witches believe that the Blood God will descend and have made sacrifices because of it, and my friend has witnessed the descent of the Blood God with his own eyes,
wouldn’t the witches’ divination and my friend’s own eyes be evidence of the Blood God’s descent?"
The young monk shook his head but said, "Seeing is not necessarily believing. What your friend saw as the descent of the Blood God was not the Blood God. It is called the ’Cheng Huang’, born from blood, looking like a dragon with the body of a horse, feeding on human brains,
and the legends say they are the figures who summon the descent of the Blood God, but for more than a thousand years, we’ve only heard of Cheng Huang preying on humans, never of it carrying the Blood God into the human world."
At this point, the young monk sighed, "Ah, the Cheng Huang of the Nine Li Country is causing chaos; the country is no longer a country."
Yun Ziliang whispered to Zhou Xuan at this point, "The Nine Li Country is what our Jing Country once was. Jing Country was divided into nine prefectures, hence the name Nine Li."
"How many years ago was the Nine Li Country then?"
Zhou Xuan asked Yun Ziliang again.
Yun Ziliang, very sensitive to ages, said, "It was long before the twenty-four God-level beings ascended to the Heavenly Dome, a very ancient time."
"Is there any record of the Blood God from that ancient era?" Zhou Xuan asked again.
"The ancient era was too long ago, and many things have become unresearchable. As for the Blood God, at least in the ancient texts I’ve seen, I’ve never come across his name," Yun Ziliang said.
Thinking of this, Zhou Xuan asked the young monk again, "My friend saw the Blood God, or rather the ’Cheng Huang’, and what about the witches’ rituals?
Witches excel at divination. When they’ve exerted the full strength of their tribe to divine the ’Blood God’s descent’, it can’t possibly be false, right?"
"All witches do not revere the heavens but rather the ghosts, and demons in the human world - they perform evil worship. What could they truly understand?"
"You’re quite bold for a little bald head,"
Zhou Xuan glared at the young monk.
But the young monk said, "The witches’ prophecies change with every decree; their words are never reliable. Once they prophesized that the Blood God would descend from the boundless sea of blood, that his body would lose its golden color, and his bloody will would spread across Nine Li,
and yet, their latest prophecy was that the Blood God would descend on the Golden Treasure Mountain,
one moment descending from the sea, the next from the mountain—no certainty in what they say. Whoever believes them must be out of their mind."
"So the Blood God descends on the Golden Treasure Mountain; where is the Golden Treasure Mountain?"
Zhou Xuan no longer wanted to argue with the young monk and queried about the location of the "Golden Treasure Mountain".
"Little benefactor, do you believe in the Blood God’s descent or not?"
"I have to continue observing."
"Then it means you basically believe."
The young monk lifted the lantern, pointed at a distant direction, and said, "Look, see that high mountain across the sea? That’s the Golden Treasure Mountain."
Zhou Xuan followed the young monk’s direction; ahead of the mountain where they stood was a village, beyond it was a town, and further was a fishing village.
The fishing village neighbored the vast dark ocean, and Golden Treasure Mountain stood in the sea, its body golden yellow, shaped with both ends upturned and a dip in the center. From afar, it indeed resembled a giant golden ingot.
However, at this moment, this ingot bore some additional patterns of blood, the bloodlines forming one after another, outlining a flower—a Red Spider Lily.
"It’s sister’s flower."
Zhou Xuan called Yun Ziliang and asked, "Lao Yun, take a look, isn’t that flower sister’s Red Spider Lily?"
Yun Ziliang nodded and said, "That’s right, it indeed is a Red Spider Lily."
"Let’s go to that Golden Treasure Mountain."
Zhou Xuan said.
He and Yun Ziliang hurried down the mountain, with the young monk carrying the lantern, sighing sadly.
...
In Mr. Ye’s Main Hall, the courtyard was deeply set and extremely lonely,
with only Bi Fang sitting cross-legged on the ground.
His folded fan was open and laid flat on the ground.
This was a plain folded fan; there were many storytellers in the world, and folded fans and gavels were their weapons, accompanying them for years.
Over time, they wished to embellish their fans and gavels; some storytellers liked to paint patterns of flowers and birds, while others preferred beast patterns,
Bi Fang’s fan, however, was a blank sheet,
as white as snow, untainted, but at this moment, it was also tainted, blood dripping onto the fan surface.
Bi Fang hung his head low, and the blood was trickling from his nostrils.
Though his spirit was dispirited, a smile played on his lips, and he said, "Zhou Xuan, Zhou Xuan, this ’Dream of the Celestial Venerable’, you’ve already entered the dream,
as long as you’re in the dream, you can’t escape...you can’t escape...nor can I."
Saying this, he raised his right hand, as if grasping something in the air, and one of the nine golden stakes in the Ping Shui Prefecture, seemingly summoned, rose from the mountain ground by itself.
This golden stake sped across a thousand mountains and rivers, finally landing with great force by Bi Fang’s side.
