Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 84 - 81 Lord Buddha

At 4:30 in the early morning, there was fog in the sky, and not a trace of daylight could be seen, yet the Zhou Family’s Troupe became lively.

Today, the troupe had three major performances, three main stages for three hosts, and the entire troupe was mobilized.

Most of the troupe’s masters got up early to start their busy work.

Even Lao Ma, who stoked the boiler, was being urged to work.

"Lao Ma, stop sleeping and quickly stoke the furnace up. So many people are waiting for hot water."

Lao Ma pulled off his blanket, took up his shovel, and swiftly shoveled coal into the furnace, making the fire roar to life.

The more coal he burned, the more coal ash it produced. Plus, he had fallen asleep last night and forgot to clean the ashes, now almost blocking the furnace door.

He shoveled the coal ash into a small cart and ran toward the main gate.

The shadow that had been lurking on the wall followed Lao Ma.

...

Shortly after Lao Ma left, Jiwa from the Water Room carried a basin into the boiler room, then skillfully walked into Lao Ma’s wooden niche room, picked up a memorial tablet, and turned it over. There was a new crack, wave-like.

This was an encoded message between Jiwa and Lao Ma, indicating they were being watched.

Last night, Lao Ma supposedly repaired the memorial tablet, but in reality, he had seen the Zhou siblings from afar and astutely realized he might have been targeted, so he left a secret code on the tablet.

Jiwa returned the tablet to its original position, carried the basin to the bathhouse, and after returning to the dormitory, he took advantage of the bustling crowd at the main gate to slip onto the street. He walked two hundred meters west and entered "Back Mountain Lane."

At the end of Back Mountain Lane, there really was a back mountain, which was the favorite cemetery for nearby residents. When someone died, they sent their coffin up the mountain for burial.

Upon first entering the mountain, you could see many burial mounds, but as you ventured deeper, they became fewer. No one buried coffins on the mountaintop; it was usually a matter of proximity. Wherever there was space, a grave was dug, which conserved effort for annual tomb-sweeping and worship.

The selection of auspicious burial sites was something only wealthy families paid attention to. The nearby residents couldn’t afford such a spectacle.

After climbing over two hilltops behind the mountain, it became a completely barren mountain. Jiwa picked up a stick and swept it in front of him to clear the annoying brambles, gradually walking into a narrow path.

The path, once traversed, led to a bamboo forest.

Before the bamboo forest was a clearing, and on the ground, there was a well.

Inside the well was thick blood, with a thick layer of oil—corpse oil—floating on the surface.

Jiwa walked to the well, knelt down on both knees, and after three or four large bubbles rose from the bloody water in the well, a hoarse voice emerged.

"Why is it you?"

"Lord Buddha, Lao Ma is being watched."

"Besides Lao Ma, who else is being watched?" the voice from the well asked.

"I don’t know, there is no news."

"If he’s being watched, so be it. Lao Ma, you, and Lao Tian are all ordinary people. Zhou Lingyi won’t discover anything from you!

Find an opportunity to send a message to the actors’ branch to make a move quickly. As long as Zhou Xuan is alive, that item will not reveal itself!"

"Yes!"

After Jiwa kowtowed three times to the well, he asked, "Lord Buddha, do you need a meal?"

"The sky’s about to brighten, I can’t eat. As usual, come at 2 a.m. That’s when the oversight by the God Traveling Department is weakest."

"Then I will take my leave now."

After Jiwa kowtowed three more times, he retraced his steps back.

...

By six, the preparations at the Zhou Family’s Troupe were mostly complete, with ox carts, horse-drawn carriages, and rickshaws constantly transporting people.

Yu Zhengyuan stood at the main gate overseeing the work. This wasn’t his responsibility, it was the second senior brother’s job, but since Zheng Jiujang hadn’t been in good condition recently, the enthusiastic senior brother lent a hand.

"Good morning, senior brother."

Zhou Xuan greeted Yu Zhengyuan and went to the gatekeeper’s room to read today’s newspaper.

He initially thought it would be as fruitless as usual, but as soon as he opened the newspaper,

Zhou Xuan saw the pen name "Jing Deng."

*"There is finally a breakthrough,"* he thought, his eyes lighting up. After comparing four different newspapers carefully, Zhou Xuan found the secret code and time for today’s meeting.

"On the fifteenth of July, it’s suitable to boat on Dragon Lake."

7:30 p.m., the secret meeting code: Suitable to boat on Dragon Lake.

Zhou Xuan put down the newspaper, waiting for the second gathering of the Blood Well Society.

...

Zhou Family’s Troupe, cafeteria.

"Xuan boy, how many inches has the incense burned?" Yuan Buyu took out a small bamboo basket, which contained Zhou Xuan’s lavish but dull breakfast.

Zhou Xuan leaned close to Yuan Buyu’s ear and said, "Eight inches already."

"What?!"

Yuan Buyu was initially astonished, but after thinking it over, he knew it had to be due to the Alien Ghost. Otherwise, how could the incense burn so fast?

He held the bamboo basket high and forcefully stuffed it into Zhou Xuan’s arms, saying, "Eat well now, so you’ll have strength later."

"Why would I need so much strength? Once I’m done eating, I’ll go back to my room and write a book, Liang Zhi," Zhou Xuan tapped his head, saying, "It’s the brain at work, not fists and kicks."

"What’s the rush with book Liang Zhi? Later, go to the training ground, and I’ll give you some proper guidance..."

"Alright then, I’ll go eat first."

After a whirlwind meal, Zhou Xuan washed his rice bowl and intended to sit at the gate, sharing a post-meal cigarette with Yu Zhengyuan. However, Yuan Buyu spotted him and dragged him to the training ground.

"Lao Yuan, why are you so eager to guide me now?" Zhou Xuan thought that Yuan Buyu usually didn’t have such a strong sense of responsibility. He only offered guidance when he saw him practicing Dream Generation.

"Training is urgent work. We can’t wait a hundred years; we seize the day."

With much persuasion, Yuan Buyu finally convinced Zhou Xuan to the training ground.

"Good disciple, you’ve mastered the method of Six Incense Sticks. Let me teach you the method for the seventh.

For us storytellers, the seventh incense stick is a killing move when facing an enemy, called Dream Buddha. Start by envisioning a Buddha."

This was relatively easy for Zhou Xuan to imagine. Many masters’ homes in the Zhou Family’s Troupe had Buddhist altars, mostly worshiping Maitreya Buddha and Medicine Buddha.

"Should I imagine Maitreya Buddha or Medicine Buddha, which one is stronger?"

"They are equally strong."

Yuan Buyu explained, "Dream Nightmare, God Dream Invasion, and Dream Buddha are less deceptive than the previous layers. Their potency relies on incense fire!

Take Dream Buddha, for instance. The higher your incense fire level, the stronger the Vajra pressure of the dream Buddha, regardless of which Buddha you envision.

The god-like power of God Dream Invasion and the eerie path of Dream Nightmare are the same."

Zhou Xuan expressed understanding. It seemed, as Yuan Buyu said, incense fire and the methods must not be confused together.

Accumulating incense fire was crucial for walking the Yin path and worshiping God!

"Lao Yuan, I’m starting my envisioning!"

Zhou Xuan was particularly familiar with Maitreya Buddha, having memorized the statue details during those few days fighting Mr. Dai.

"Go ahead."

Yuan Buyu closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, he heard the Sound Wood.

He felt as if there were a ten-thousand-foot-tall Buddha in front of him, gazing down from above, causing his knees to almost want to bend.

"That’s the feeling! Unfortunately, the incense fire isn’t enough."

Yuan Buyu recalled when, ten years ago, he had seen the most powerful storyteller, called "Old Incense," use this method. The moment the Buddha appeared in the dream, it was as if a giant foot would stomp him into the ground!

Recalling the experience, Yuan Buyu felt his heartbeat accelerate.

"Lao Yuan, do you know the method for eight incense sticks?" Zhou Xuan inquired.

"No storyteller in three hundred years has possessed eight incense sticks, how would I know?"

Yuan Buyu said, "But, I know what the eighth incense stick looks like! Let me tell you, and you try it out for me..."

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