Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 921 - 373: Ancestor Master’s Portrait_2

"Mom, didn’t Dad come today?"

"Mom and Dad can only come out one at a time."

Mao Qin brought out the prepared speech and spoke to Little Brother.

"Ah? Then... then..." Little Brother felt somewhat disappointed not to see his father.

"But your dad has prepared a little gift for you."

"Gift, what gift?" Little Brother perked up immediately upon hearing there was a gift from his father.

"I’ll show you a movie, watch closely."

Mao Qin pointed to the tent’s fabric with her left hand while gesturing to Zhou Xuan with her right hand behind her back.

Zhou Xuan instantly spoke to the Secret Realm, "Little Brain, show me."

"Ok!"

The Buddha Country Main Brain silently emerged from Zhou Xuan’s Secret Realm, descended onto the tent’s roof, and projected a black-and-white film onto the tent’s inner walls through a gap.

This was prepared in advance by Zhou Xuan, who told the story, while the Buddha Country Main Brain created the film "Fire Burning Red Lotus Temple."

The movie was very lively, instantly capturing Little Brother’s attention, who unknowingly leaned against Mao Qin as he watched the film.

Mother and son reunited, enjoying the thrilling film. This time was always beautiful, even though it was a false time created by Zhou Xuan.

Sometimes, falsehood can bring genuine hope and emotion.

As the film neared its end, Mao Qin lightly stood up to leave the tent, but Little Brother suddenly turned his head and grabbed her hand: "Mom, will you come back?"

"The Turtle Mountain Taoist told you, as long as Mingjiang Prefecture is rebuilt, your dad and I can come back and be with you forever, never to part."

"How long will it take to rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture?"

"The more you believe Mingjiang Prefecture can be rebuilt, the faster it can be completed. The duration depends on the strength of your belief."

"I believe, I believe Mingjiang Prefecture can surely be rebuilt, I believe it can be completed tomorrow."

Little Brother, as if making a vow, spoke determinedly.

"You can’t just believe with your mouth, you have to believe here."

Mao Qin pointed to Little Brother’s chest before her figure faded and disappeared.

"Mom, I believe, I surely believe."

Upon saying this, Little Brother took out paper and pen from a corner of the tent and forcefully wrote a line on the paper - Mingjiang Prefecture will definitely be rebuilt.

...

"Scared me to death, I performed a scene and was drenched in sweat."

The Turtle Mountain Daoist complained to Zhou Xuan.

"Except for some details, everything else was fine."

Zhou Xuan encouraged the Turtle Mountain Daoist, saying, "You’re a good actor, you have potential."

"I just want to go back to my little temple now, although it’s dilapidated, living there feels safe."

"You must seek fortune amidst danger, onto the next one."

Zhou Xuan pulled the Turtle Mountain Daoist to the next tent.

Throughout that afternoon, Zhou Xuan visited each of the children who wanted to end their lives, and in nearly every household, Zhou Xuan had Little Brain show a short film, "bringing theater to the countryside" was just like this.

It exhausted the Turtle Mountain Daoist, who had to alternately play the role of the children’s father, mother, and, most absurdly, even had to pretend to be one child’s sister.

"Old Turtle, you’re the one."

Zhou Xuan patted the Turtle Mountain Daoist’s shoulder, saying, "Old Turtle, I’ve arranged for King Xishan to send dozens of foxes to worship at your place every day, ensuring your little temple’s incense burns brightly."

"My temple is small, can’t accommodate such a large infestation of foxes, Great Sir, please restrain your divine skills."

The Turtle Mountain Daoist’s personality, much like the little Turtle Mountain, only seeks a secluded place where he can be full and satisfied, dreaming not of great wealth and fame.

"We must have great incense, later on, there might be tasks where we need you."

"..." The Turtle Mountain Daoist suddenly felt he should move.

"Don’t let me die not from lack of incense but from being worked to death."

...

The children were all comforted one by one, thanks to the excellent performance by the Turtle Mountain Daoist making them believe that once Mingjiang Prefecture was rebuilt, their parents would definitely return.

They became the first batch in Mingjiang Prefecture City to fundamentally believe in the rebuilding, believing their parents could come back to life.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

All those kids were deeply convinced, and Zhou Xuan was considered the omnipotent "Turtle Mountain Daoist."

Zhou Xuan’s "Feigning Momentum" achieved great success, the incense soared, and the second stick of incense burnt out immediately.

"Feigning Momentum, Teacher Gong told me if I mastered this technique, people would quickly believe the false identity I created."

Zhou Xuan returned to the bamboo building, first constructing a false identity for himself—a road-asking old man.

Just before entering the bamboo building, beyond people’s sight, he spoke out loud: "Excuse me, how do I get to the Medical College’s teaching building?"

Feigning momentum, neither seen nor heard, as soon as his voice was heard, Zhou Xuan’s Colorful Game Scam had already begun.

Inside the bamboo building, Little Fuzi was cooking, Zhao Wuya was reading on the second floor.

Upon hearing Zhou Xuan’s voice, Little Fuzi immediately looked up, saw the person in front was an "old man," then smiled and pointed southeast, saying, "Sir, head that way, walk straight ahead, when you see a tall building, that’s the teaching building."

"You’re a kind-hearted little one." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Zhou Xuan deliberately walked around Little Fuzi twice, but Little Fuzi didn’t realize that the "old man" in front of him was his young master.

"Sir, I see you look hungry, I’ve fried some rabbit meat, want me to serve you a bowl?"