Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 69 - 66 Forbidden Hall

69: Chapter 66 Forbidden Hall

69 -66 Forbidden Hall

As soon as Jing Deng’s voice faded, Zhou Xuan felt as if his perception was forcibly severed, and the misty, distorted walls around him swiftly returned to normal.

He opened his eyes, and Yuan Buyu immediately leaned in, “What did you all talk about?”

Zhou Xuan relayed the content of Jing Deng’s lesson to Yuan Buyu.

Lao Yuan listened, falling into silent reflection for a long time.

Several minutes later, Yuan Buyu finally spoke up, his voice a mere whisper, “No wonder my understanding of the Blood Well hasn’t improved at all.

It turns out the approach was wrong…

What drives the Blood Well Spirit Communicators mad isn’t the Blood Well, but dual consciousness!

This person, Jing Deng, has some skill.”

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

“I don’t drink that, too sweet.” Yuan Buyu declined the soda.

Zhou Xuan tilted his head back and took a gulp, “He is skilled, but I can’t help feeling that person has ill intentions.”

“What makes you think so?”

“I can’t say for sure, just a feeling…”

Zhou Xuan asked Yuan Buyu, “Since it’s dual consciousness, if I kill off the dark consciousness, won’t I go mad anymore in the future?”

“You won’t go mad, but you’ll become stupid!” Yuan Buyu was exasperated by the audacity of this idea and blew at his beard in irritation, saying, “The two consciousnesses form your spirit; missing one would be impossible.

Though what he said about using Buddha nature as the main spiritual fuel is a viable path, however…

Buddha nature is incredibly difficult to obtain.”

“How does one obtain Buddha nature?”

“Every Alien Ghost carries Buddha nature, and by consuming its flesh, you can gain Buddha nature.”

“Is there any other way?”

“The flesh and blood of high monks also carry Buddha nature.”

“Then why don’t we just tie them up…” Zhou Xuan suddenly had a bold idea.

“The Buddha nature is scarce in Jing Country, and they protect their accomplished monks fiercely.

If you act recklessly, be careful of ending up in the God Traveling Department.”

“Then forget it.” Zhou Xuan realized it was hopeless upon hearing this, and asked again, “”Tattoo” can also rid me of my madness.

This method…”

Yuan Buyu interrupted Zhou Xuan, “The Tattoo Tangkou is a branch of the Wu Family.

I don’t quite understand it; you should ask the Class Leader.”

He stood up, patted his backside, and said he was going back to his room to sleep.

He instructed Zhou Xuan, “Xuanzi, I’m heading back to the room first.

Be sure to attend the next gathering, and don’t forget to call me.

I want to see what powers the Blood Well really has.”

“Got it.”

Zhou Xuan replied.

…

“Eldest Senior Brother is busy with the troupe’s business every day, no problem. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Second Senior Brother…

also no problem.

Third Senior Brother, every day he’s in the troupe singing opera and training his disciples…”

Zhou Lingyi analyzed the daily routes of her five senior brothers against her notebook, finding nothing unusual.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The sound of knocking came,

Zhou Lingyi asked, “Who is it?”

“Sister, it’s me.”

“Come in then.”

Zhou Lingyi stood up and asked Zhou Xuan, who entered the room, “Is your gathering over?”

“Yeah.”

Zhou Xuan said, “I heard some news.

They say there’s a way to cure my madness from the Blood Well spiritual communication.”

“Really?

What way?”

“There’s a tangkou called Tattoo.

The tattoos they make can cure my madness.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Lingyi raised her eyebrows, “Then you can’t count on it.”

“Why not?” Zhou Xuan asked.

“The Tattoo tangkou is one of the Wu Family’s three Forbidden Halls.

Don’t be fooled by the gentle name; their methods are incredibly cruel.

They like to raise ghosts within living bodies.

Due to their brutal techniques, they are rejected by all major tangkous, so the Tattoo Disciples rarely emerge into the world.

They hide in the Wu Family’s Forbidden Lands, making them extremely difficult to find.

Unless…”

“Unless what?” Zhou Xuan asked.

“Unless a new Nuodai emerges from the Zhou family!” Zhou Lingyi’s tone carried a hint of regret.

With Zhou Xuan’s talent, if only the Zhou family’s ancestral Nuomian would allow him to enter the Nuodai tangkou, he would certainly become a great Nuodai…

“But what does a new Nuodai emerging from the Zhou Family have to do with the Tattoo Disciples emerging?

Aren’t they two separate tangkous?”

“The specific reason isn’t clear,” Zhou Lingyi said, “but at most, it’s a pattern.

Every time the Tattoo Disciples enter the martial arts world, it happens when a new Nuodai appears in the Zhou Family.

Once the Nuodai passes away, the Tattoo Disciples go silent again.”

“Who knows when the new Nuodai of the Zhou Family will appear, so it’s hopeless…”

Zhou Xuan sighed, realizing he had listened to a lesson for nothing.

Although he found a method, it was almost impossible to carry out.

Buddha nature and tattoos, both were incredibly difficult to obtain.

Zhou Xuan walked out of the room with a hint of sorrow, and just as he was about to reach the door, he suddenly felt an itch at the back of his head.

His right hand reached over his head to scratch, and just as he scratched, he heard, “Brother, what are you doing?”

“Oh, just scratching an itch.

What’s up?”

“Nothing.” Zhou Lingyi smiled, but after Zhou Xuan left the room, her expression turned surprised, “Was he really scratching an itch?”

She thought Zhou Xuan’s movement just now resembled that of an actor putting on a Nu opera mask.

Nuomian masks came in various types, some like helmets, some as light as regular masks, but even the lightest were wooden and needed to be tied with a thick red cord at the back of the head.

The cord had to be tied tightly, so the arms had to reach over the head to exert enough force.

“Scratching an itch like tying on a Nuomian?

Hmm, I must be overthinking.

He’s already joined the storyteller tangkou, so he’s got nothing to do with Nuodai anymore.”

Zhou Lingyi sighed.

…

In the northern outskirts of Taiping Prefecture, at Baihua Ridge Alley,

Yang Moxiang, carrying two blood-soaked heads in his left hand and holding three Copper Coins in his right, walked along the alley step by step.

He wore a long robe stained with blood and a top hat whose color was no longer discernible.

His face looked as if the flesh had rotted, falling off in clumps.

In fact, much of the flesh on his body had also fallen off, but it was hidden by his clothes, unseen.

“Soon, soon I’ll be home.

As long as that dog skin covers me, I’ll be fine…

Hang in there…”

Three meters, two meters, one meter.

He made it,

Exerting the last ounce of energy, Yang Moxiang pushed open the door.

With the door opening, he staggered forward and fell, the two human heads in his hand rolling to the table’s leg nearby.

On that table, there was a copper hotpot, and three men sat around it, devouring dog meat from the pot.

From the table leg hung a blood-stained, intact dog skin.

“Xiao Yang, how did today’s job go?

Finished those three tasks?”

The man at the head of the table, with a mustache and a lean frame, was none other than the notorious Dog King of the Kidnapper Hall, Liao Zhongsheng.

“Two journalists exposed our kidnapper’s dark dealings.

I killed them, and those are their heads.”

Yang Moxiang lay on the ground, unable to get up, tremblingly pointing at the heads with his finger.

Liao Zhongsheng looked down at the heads, then kicked them away, “Those dogs dare to publish anything!

They’re seeking death!”

After cursing, he asked, “What about Zhou Xuan?”

“Tested him.

Zhou Xuan’s become a storyteller now.

His incense fire level is low, guarded by a shadow.

I sparred with her; she seems more skilled than me, at the level of the Four Pillars.”

“Four Pillars?

Good!

We’ll find a time these days, and as soon as Zhou Xuan leaves the Zhou Family’s Troupe, we’ll take his head.”

Liao Zhongsheng set the plan.

“Dog King, we need to be prudent, as the Zhou Family’s Troupe has a Divine Person.

Rumor has it that their level is very high,” Yang Moxiang reminded.

“What’s the use, even if it’s high?

He has an agreement with the Zhou Family; inside the house, he can protect Zhou Xuan, but outside, it’s not his concern.”

“But Zhou Xuan suddenly became a storyteller.

Could he be that Divine Person’s disciple?”

Liao Zhongsheng glanced at Yang Moxiang, “Zhou Xuan is the Young Master, huh?

I suppose the Class Leader paid the Divine Person to take on a disciple.

Is such a bargain disciple even considered a disciple?

Would a Divine Person back such a disciple?”

“You’re right, Dog King.”

“Haha, put on your dog skin, and don’t dirty my place.” Liao Zhongsheng grabbed the bloodstained dog skin hanging from the table corner and tossed it at Yang Moxiang.

The dog skin descended from above, enveloping Yang Moxiang swiftly, tightening quickly as the dog skin merged with the man, transforming him into a large black dog with glossy fur.

“Much better.”

Now transformed into a dog, Yang Moxiang felt fully rejuvenated, energy restored.

That dog skin was now sustaining half of his life.

“Haha, you’re a good dog.

Don’t go hungry.”

After speaking, Liao Zhongsheng tossed a piece of dog meat onto the ground.

Yang Moxiang trotted over, pinned down the dog meat with his two paws, and started tearing it apart.

“Eat your fill, eat your fill.

When the time comes to kill Zhou Xuan, you’ll need the strength.

Once it’s done, I’ll give you a slice of Zhou Xuan’s flesh.

He’s no ordinary man; he’s a fine offering…”

After Liao Zhongsheng spoke, he tossed another piece of dog meat.