Capítulo 923: Chapter 374: Guardian
The divine statue of “Bi Fang” is within the painting, and after Zhou Xuan rembered every detail in the painting with extre clarity, he lit eight candles.
Candles, symbolizing incense offerings,
According to the rules of the Jianghu of Jing Country, offering portraits of ancestors in the Tangkou requires two candles, offering those of highly prestigious people requires four, and only when offering to the God-level beings linked behind the Tangkou, are eight candles used.
The candles were positioned in an eight-pointed arrangent, with Zhou Xuan placing the portrait among them, then a light wave of his hand caused the candles to fall over, setting the portrait ablaze.
The blue fla danced and in just monts, reduced the portrait to ashes.
“Bi Fang, I entangle you with cause and effect, please descend to the human world.”
Zhou Xuan left the door, firstly having his Divine Soul Day Trip to the storytelling venue, and after ensuring there were no issues with the place, he went to seek a bone token from the Painter, then headed to Little Turtle Mountain.
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Hui Feng dical College, Little Turtle Mountain.
Inside Turtle Mountain Taoist Temple, it was empty, but on the ground, so deer antlers, drained of their essence, would inexplicably appear.
These antlers had lost their tender hue, dried up like a thoroughly baked piece of clay.
“Old Turtle, co out.”
“Great sir.”
The Turtle Mountain Daoist crawled out from behind the wall where he was hiding, greeting Zhou Xuan.
Having continuously consud several antlers, the aura of the Turtle Mountain Daoist had already beco much stronger, his entire spirit much more vigorous than when he first t Zhou Xuan.
“Looking good.”
“Mainly due to the great sir’s mountain treasures, they truly nourish people.”
“I have a task for you.” Zhou Xuan extended his hand, letting a Western Palm Ginseng slide out from his sleeve.
The ginseng resembled a hand, as if it had life, trembling slightly, exuding an abundant Buddha energy, which made the Turtle Mountain Daoist’s eyes glow with desire.
“This… accepting such without rit is unthinkable!” The Turtle Mountain Daoist protested verbally, but his body was very honest, his gaze unable to tear away from the palm ginseng.
“Complete the task, and this ginseng is yours.” Zhou Xuan said.
“What kind of task is worth such a high reward?” The Turtle Mountain Daoist was tempted by the ginseng but reluctant to undertake hard and dangerous work.
Zhou Xuan asked, “How many incense sticks for your rank?”
“Four sticks…” Seeing Zhou Xuan’s incredulous look, the Turtle Mountain Daoist ultimately lowered his head, saying, “Fine, fine, three sticks.”
“…” Zhou Xuan.
What difference does it make, three sticks, four sticks? Why embellish it?
Zhou Xuan said, “Your cultivation level is low; a single palm ginseng is enough to raise you an incense stick’s worth, I ask you, is your sense of hearing keen?”
“Keen, great sir, that’s no boast, don’t be fooled by my low incense, it’s due to a lack of talent in cultivation, plus the issues with this temple’s incense offerings, as you rchants in the human world say — the capital chain is broken.”
The Turtle Mountain Daoist patted his chest boldly, saying, “However, I’ve practiced in this temple for long enough, this temple is formidable, linked to Little Turtle Mountain, as soon as soone enters Little Turtle Mountain, I can perceive them through this temple.”
“That perceptive?”
“In front of the great sir, how dare I boast, the mont you first entered the temple, I already sensed your presence.” The Turtle Mountain Daoist said.
Zhou Xuan nodded, saying, “That’s excellent.”
Before coming to the Turtle Mountain Daoist, he thought of him as a lingering soul in this land, like the Earth God, a character whose hearing was supposed to be sharp, now, the Turtle Mountain Daoist’s perceptive hearing level already exceeded his expectations, an unexpected delight.
“May I ask the great sir, what would you have do?” The Turtle Mountain Daoist rubbed his hands together, eagerly looking at the palm ginseng.
He’s just lazy, wanting to lie down, but it doesn’t an he has no desires.
Zhou Xuan said, “Simple, impersonate soone.”
“Who?”
“The Daoist.”
“…” The Turtle Mountain Daoist imdiately made to jump back into the wall he hid in: “See you, great sir.”
Zhou Xuan caught him, asking, “Don’t want the palm ginseng?”
“But must have life to want it, the Daoist? Figures from the heavens, pretending to be them?”
“What are you afraid of?” Zhou Xuan thought the Turtle Mountain Daoist was too timid – you’re not the Colorful Play Master, impersonating others won’t entangle you with cause and effect, what’s there to be scared of?
“Of course, I’m afraid, in case my impersonation of a Daoist is discovered by those from the heavens, and they crush …”
“I’m exactly trying to lure them down, if they co, that’s just what I want.”
“You, great sir, have divine skills, Divine Soul Day Trip is as simple as eating and drinking, I…” The Turtle Mountain Daoist poked his nose, saying, “I’m just a three incense sticks level, they’d crush like an ant, no, there’s a difference, crushing an ant is harder than crushing .”
“Mingjiang Prefecture’s golden bell is lifted, with round-the-clock monitoring, I have my Divine Eagle patrolling the skies, within the dical College, there’s a Tattoo Master from Peng Town inspecting, heaven and earth, all are my eyes.”
Zhou Xuan sat on the incense table, speaking solemnly, “If the Daoist descends, he can’t escape my eyes, you need not fear retaliation.”
“Really…”
“Really! Even if a fly enters Mingjiang Prefecture, it requires my consent.”
Zhou Xuan may not be able to catch the elusive Earth Abyss evil rats, but preventing a Daoist, he confidently grasped the situation, with victory in hand.
“If there’s no danger… this task doesn’t sound bad… but I can’t pull off the disguise.”
The Turtle Mountain Daoist said, “Those Daoists in the heavens, I’m aware, they’re all of eight incense sticks caliber, I might transform my appearance but how to transform incense prowess? Releasing the aura of eight incense sticks isn’t possible.”
“Who told you, a Daoist must be eight incense sticks?”
Zhou Xuan asked back.
“Isn’t that so?” The Turtle Mountain Daoist, having lingered in Hui Feng dical College for many years, was knowledgeable about certain secrets.
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