Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 919 - 372: Pretending to Be a Ghost as a Ghost (Part 4)

Chapter 919: Chapter 372: Pretending to Be a Ghost as a Ghost (Part 4)

Since even Master Wu Ya couldn’t help, Zhou Xuan suddenly turned his head with a mischievous grin and looked at the "Turtle Mountain Taoist."

"Master Turtle..."

"Just call me Little Turtle."

"A single deer antler, how much incense can it add? I think the price can be raised a bit," Zhou Xuan said with a grandiose air.

The Turtle Mountain Taoist wasn’t greedy, quickly responding, "Just one deer antler, this price is enough for the little Taoist..."

"That’s not going to work, the Turtle Mountain Temple needs to hire a new temple priest and the incense must not be discontinued. Even if it’s a small temple, so what if it’s small, it still has all the necessary organs. I want to help your Taoist Temple erect a Golden Body."

Zhou Xuan declared boldly, which frightened the Turtle Mountain Taoist, who quickly said, "There’s no need for such effort, sir. Let the temple remain small."

"Enough with the nonsense. If I say I’ll sculpt a Golden Body and renew the incense, then it will be done."

Zhou Xuan grabbed the Turtle Mountain Taoist and asked, "Old Turtle, can you mimic a woman’s voice for me?"

"I..."

"Hurry up and do it!" Zhou Xuan commanded.

"Husband, do you miss me terribly... that’s Han Shuangxue..." The Turtle Mountain Taoist, unsure of which woman’s voice to imitate, began singing in a theatrical style.

His theatrical voice was quite flavorful, and after hearing it, Zhou Xuan was very satisfied and said, "Not bad, this voice has great versatility."

"I get bored in the temple, so I sing a few lines sometimes. Who knew one day the temple priest heard me during a performance. The next day, he resigned and returned to his hometown, spreading the word that the Turtle Mountain Temple was filthy, and no one dared to come as a temple priest."

The Turtle Mountain Taoist complained bitterly.

It turns out that the temple priest’s resignation and the two-year break of incense were all caused by the Turtle Mountain Taoist’s remarkable voice.

"Great, today you don’t need to do anything else, just pretend to be the souls of those children’s parents for me."

At this point, Zhou Xuan said, and the Turtle Mountain Taoist scratched his head straightaway, while Master Wu Ya laughed out loud, pointing at Zhou Xuan and saying, "Getting a ghost to play a ghost, only you, sir, can come up with such a rogue strategy."

People scaring people can be terrifying; ghosts playing ghosts... that must be convincing.

"Sir, please reconsider. I’m still a Taoist; to have me deceive..."

"Sculpt a Golden Body, renew the incense, and don’t give me any more nonsense," Zhou Xuan grabbed the Turtle Mountain Taoist’s hand and said.

"Alas!" The Turtle Mountain Taoist never expected that just wanting a deer antler would turn into such a big task.

Zhou Xuan turned back to Master Wu Ya and said, "Master, you must have a way to gather the memories of the children’s parents from when they were alive, right?"

To have the Turtle Mountain Taoist directly play the "children’s parents" would certainly be full of flaws.

Those children may be young, but they are not foolish. Whether it’s actually their parents, a couple of questions and they would figure it out.

So, some preparation was needed.

"Within the breath of the dead lies the images of memories from when they were alive."

Master Wu Ya nodded.

"Then please extract those memories for me so I can direct this play."

Zhou Xuan said.

"It’s a trivial matter."

Master Wu Ya asked, "Which children’s parents’ memories do you need?"

"Little Brain."

Zhou Xuan shouted, and from within the Secret Realm, the Buddha Country Main Brain flew out, projecting the images of the children’s appearances on the bamboo house walls.

After Master Wu Ya recorded them, he closed his eyes, and a tuft of bamboo leaves from outside fell from the branch, flying towards the Bodhi Tree by the Mingjiang River.

When those bamboo leaves flew back, images flowed within the leaves.

Each leaf held the memories of a child’s father and mother from when they were alive.

Holding a thick stack of these leaves in his hand, Zhou Xuan handed them to the Turtle Mountain Taoist, "Look carefully, learn well, and comprehend how to bring out the strength of the parents’ roles."

"This... this... seems a bit difficult."

"Sculpt a Golden Body, renew the incense... wealth is sought in difficulty, comprehend it for me."

At this moment, Zhou Xuan seemed like the director of a film set, and the Turtle Mountain Taoist became his actor, having to play more than ten roles.

"Sir, I don’t want such a resplendent temple."

"You need a sense of crisis, get moving."

The Turtle Mountain Taoist only wanted to relax and be a temple ghost, but Zhou Xuan insisted on making him the "King of Competitors among ghosts."

Meanwhile, Master Wu Ya chanted Buddha’s Spells on the side, continuously tracing in his palm, and as he traced, he suddenly looked at Zhou Xuan and said, "Sir, what you intend to do today is extremely important. This matter seems to determine the success or failure of rebuilding Mingjiang Prefecture."