Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1122 - 433: Dividing the Demon Monk
"Thank you, great sir, for pointing out the way like an immortal. I’ll give this trick a try and see if it works."
Lu Xingzhou received the method and didn’t linger further; he transformed once again into a torrent of muddied river water, sweeping toward the sky.
Yun Ziliang scarfed down the lamb soup and steamed dumplings on the table, devouring them in a frenzy.
"Who’s rushing you? Why eat so fast?" Zhou Xuan asked.
Yun Ziliang replied, "I’m going to the Prefecture City to see the commotion. Anyway, that Fish Monk hasn’t yet been brought to justice, so I might as well catch the spectacle."
"Ancestor, are you just going to see the spectacle? I won’t point it out, but you’re definitely going to grab some fish meat to eat for virility."
Li Changxun barely finished speaking before Yun Ziliang gave him a light slap.
Zhou Xuan realized that the disciples of the Dragon Seeking lineage, whether celestial immortals or mortal apprentices, typically have two features.
First, they have loose tongues,
Second, they are resilient to beatings,
which is why Zhao Wuya’s consciousness was suppressed. His body was occupied by Wu Ya Zen’s consciousness, or else the one who got hit wouldn’t have been just Li Changxun.
"Let’s go then, since we want to see the spectacle, we’ll all go together."
Zhou Xuan shook his long robe, bid farewell to the lamb vendor, and led the group to the Prefecture City.
For Zhou Xuan, watching the spectacle of the Fish Monk was secondary. Observing the scenery and customs along the way was the main affair.
"Great sir, you say we should just ride the wind and breeze past, it’d be much faster, is it really worth exhausting ourselves with the journey?"
From the Water Fort to Prefecture City was quite a distant trip requiring first a waterway trek to the "Ming Miao Pier," then switch to a rickshaw, wasting no short amount of time.
"Li Shanzu, you ought to observe well, the Water Fort of Yellow Field Prefecture has a unique charm." 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Zhou Xuan leaned against the ship’s railing, gazing around.
Jingchuan Prefecture and Yellow Field Prefecture are both water villages, but their waters differ.
The waters of Jingchuan are gentle and tender, like a demure lady.
The waters of Yellow Field are far more boisterous, mingling with yellow sand that stings your face painfully like a rugged strong man, powerful and mighty.
Zhou Xuan recorded these beautiful scenes diligently, as Li Changxun beside him remarked, "Great sir, such refined interests, observing landscapes so earnestly?"
"My sister grew up in the Zhou Family’s Troupe, then went to Mingjiang Prefecture to learn arts and became Mingjiang’s Traveling God,
It was hard for her, returning to Zhou Family’s Troupe homeland, becoming the Class Leader, managing all affairs alone, keeping watch over the Ancestor Tree, never having a moment’s rest."
Zhou Xuan said, "My sister, with skills beyond compare, yet she’s never witnessed the landscapes and cultures of these nine prefectures. I’ll carefully observe them, so next time I see her, I can share it all—quite an enjoyable tale."
The others felt somewhat melancholic hearing this, realizing that the rugged wind had turned into prime scenery,
Except for Li Changxun, who was rather annoyed, saying, "Damn it, why flaunt such stories to me? You have family, while I have none, you’ve made me feel inferior out of nowhere."
"You asked me, so I told you."
"Don’t tell next time, please consider the feelings of us solitary souls."
After venting his anger, Li Changxun gazed up at the Heavenly Dome, saying, "My Divine Country, haven’t returned for ages, wonder how it fares now?"
"Why not return and take a look?"
Zhou Xuan understood the bitterness of homesickness, casually handed over the confiscated "Mountain Ancestor" Divine Status from the Secret Realm to him.
Li Changxun accepted the Divine Status, yet didn’t seem intent on ascending, remarking, "I can’t return; it’s all because of you."
"Why?" Zhou Xuan chuckled—why is everything related to him?
"Think about it, all those gods in the heavens want to kill you, and I’m closely connected to you. If I ascend, would they let me off easily?"
Li Changxun made such a statement, and everyone found some sense in it.
"Enough of the talk, let’s focus on the sceneries, we’re all just drifting clouds and solitary shadows, it’s rare to be this free today, let’s drink up."
Zhou Xuan bought wine, peanuts, and more from the boatman, drinking and playing dice with everyone in merriment,
while Li Changxun secretly thought, "Actually, I don’t plan on returning to the heavens, it’s too cold up there, the mortal world is much more beautiful."
He genuinely admitted this; in Mingjiang Prefecture, he felt himself transported back a century and a half ago to the Dragon Seeking Mountain times,
At that time, youthful and green, under strict tutelage, surrounded by cheeky fellow disciples, those were the days—Heavenly Dome, what could be good there? No warmth, Mr. Li won’t return!
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Huangyuan Prefecture City, Huixing Street,
The burly Ah Niu in "Yunde Medical Hall," seeking the doctor.
"Doctor Hu, you must save my mother. My mother took your medicine but hasn’t improved, coughing blood daily, on the brink of death."
Ah Niu was a hunter, hardly educated, but aware of a principle — when asking for help, you must show humility.
Visiting Doctor Hu, he dared not come empty-handed, carrying a white fox pelt on his shoulder.
The pelt had been carefully skinned, processed with ash water, aired dry, now softened and with resilient fur, an exquisite piece.
"People from the mountains lack sophistication, prepared a small token for you, with the weather turning cold, you should wear it for warmth."
Ah Niu cautiously placed the fox pelt on the table, it felt like the weight of his mother’s life to him.
Doctor Hu gently brushed the fur, his eyes unable to conceal admiration, though he was a man of principles—
