Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 1195 - 456: Capturing Zhou Xuan

The so-called "filling the dirt" is to put a living person’s organs into the body of a paperman to make it spiritual.

For one organ, it requires a living person’s life to fill. Seventy organs would need over seventy lives.

"Master, let’s not talk about whether we can find these seventy plus lives; even if we can find them, from now until tonight, how long is that really?

If you let me kill seventy pigs, I might not even manage that many."

The Turtle Mountain Taoist kept complaining,

Zhou Xuan changed the topic and asked, "If seventy can’t be done, then how many can?"

"Seven at most." The Turtle Mountain Taoist felt that if he gave it his all, he could probably complete around ten organ fillings.

But he feared Zhou Xuan would haggle, so he left himself some leeway.

To his surprise, Zhou Xuan straightforwardly said, "Alright, seven it is. Do your best and deliver by tonight."

"Ah? No haggling?" The Turtle Mountain Taoist was quite surprised.

"I originally planned to fill three organs. You’ve agreed to seven, and I’m already very satisfied. Haggling further would just wear you out." Zhou Xuan said cunningly.

"..." The Turtle Mountain Taoist further questioned, "Weren’t you just asking for seventy?"

"Oh, it’s like if I want to open a window, I tell people I want to tear down a house. People won’t let me tear down the house but will naturally let me open a window. It’s the same as asking you to do this."

"..." The Turtle Mountain Taoist sighed, "Master, you’ve got quite the tricks up your sleeve."

"It’s settled then, seven organs. The materials for filling the dirt, go to Li Chengfeng to get them. He has plenty of people who deserve to die."

After discussing the number of "filling the dirt," Zhou Xuan didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he circled around the "Turtle Mountain Taoist Temple," rubbing his hands along the temple pillars while asking, "Old Turtle, if I remember correctly, you’re a guardian, right?"

"That’s right."

"So, you don’t have incense offerings. This temple is your incense offering."

"Exactly. My abilities can only be exerted within this temple."

The Turtle Mountain Taoist explained.

Zhou Xuan then asked, "Can your temple move around?"

"If I reach the level of seven or eight incense sticks, then naturally yes. However, I currently don’t have that much incense power. Moving the temple would require advance preparation for a ritual."

The Turtle Mountain Taoist explained thoroughly.

"That’s good." Zhou Xuan said, "After you finish filling the dirt, prepare to move the temple elsewhere."

"Move where?"

The Turtle Mountain Taoist asked.

"Xie Family’s Cave, where I’m giving a talk tonight. Bring your temple and filled organs over."

After reminding the Turtle Mountain Taoist once more, Zhou Xuan decisively left.

The Turtle Mountain Taoist stared in a daze at Zhou Xuan’s departing silhouette, unaware why this master wanted to fill organs and move the temple for tonight’s talk.

"How can my paperman filled with organs and this small temple help him?"

After pondering for a long time, the Turtle Mountain Taoist couldn’t figure it out. Finally, he decided not to bother figuring it out and murmured to himself, "Master is a high-level person. How could someone as inconsequential as me guess his thoughts? Better not to guess, just focus on doing my tasks."

At once, he left the temple to find Li Chengfeng and obtain the materials for Zhou Xuan’s instructions...

...

East Market Street, Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop, Zhou Xuan flipped through the scripts he wrote and carried out the final preparations for the stage debut.

The Painter, Music Master, and King Xishan entered the shop to take Zhou Xuan to Xie Family’s Cave.

"Master, the stage is set, those catching luck and listeners have mostly gone to Xie Family’s Cave. We should head out too."

"Hmm."

Zhou Xuan put the script into a drawer, stood up, and asked King Xishan, "Lao Xi, Sister Cui tonight will set up a pill furnace for me, requiring many fox lives to build..."

"Don’t worry, Master, our Fox Clan has already made arrangements, there will be no delays."

"That’s good."

Zhou Xuan walked towards the shop exit,

The Painter drove, taking Zhou Xuan to "Xie Family’s Cave."

The car drove out of East Market Street, Zhou Xuan noticed red lanterns hanging at every household’s gate and asked, "Why have so many families hung red lanterns?"

"Master, everyone knows that tonight marks the day our Mingjiang Prefecture returns to Ye Ming River. They also know it’s a festive night, so they’ve prepared red lanterns ahead of time."

"Once the reconstruction is complete, the whole Mingjiang Prefecture can be said to be full of lanterns and decorations, with every household smiling openly."

The Music Master chimed in.

"Hmm."

Zhou Xuan responded, not overly enthusiastic, merely saying, "However, tonight, killing is unavoidable."

"Both prefectures’ God Traveling Departments have already assembled." The Music Master replied.

"Whoever comes will leave empty-handed." King Xishan threw out a fierce remark.

Currently, only two figures in Mingjiang Prefecture possess nine incense sticks - one is Li Changxun and the other is King Xishan.

But as for Li Changxun, his combat power is not comparable to King Xishan’s.

This Fox Immortal, who has cultivated for years, is the greatest asset of Mingjiang Prefecture.

"With you here, I can rest assured."

After speaking, Zhou Xuan closed his eyes, intending to rest briefly and restore his energy.

...

At Xie Family’s Cave, in a hollow space the size of several football fields, pits were filled.

To heat up the place a bit, Gu Ling led the singers from the "Metropolitan" here, singing and dancing.

Yet, the singers’ enchanting voices and white thighs today only leave the audience uninterested.

Their gazes either scatter or burn intensely, fixed on the road, awaiting the nearly divine figure to appear.

As two car lights illuminated the street bright as snow, at the moment Zhou Xuan stepped off the stopped car...