Wandering Gods of Day and Night

After carefully discerning, the Green Robed Buddha said to Zhou Xuan, "Master Zhou, the inscriptions are from the ’Snow Mountain Reincarnation Sutra,’ totaling thirty-nine thousand words. I once borrowed and browsed it at the Revolving Wheel Temple, but it’s obscure and hard to understand.

Fortunately, I have a good memory. Over the years, I recall the text quite clearly."

"You mean there are thirty-nine thousand words on this small human skull?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"Exactly."

"Were the words carved onto it? Or how else did they appear?"

Zhou Xuan turned his head, asking the Ning Yu Master who had just come upstairs.

The Ning Yu Master replied, "Mr., the owner of this skull was Zhaba Buddha from the Revolving Wheel Temple, a direct disciple of the Ancient Buddha,

He spent years understanding Buddha and meditating, leading his bones to grow dense Buddhist inscriptions. This is a sign of profound cultivation,

Only with such a marvelous state can his remains after death be qualified to become a Magic Artifact to absorb the Great Snow Mountain Buddha Qi."

"Oh... Words grew on bones."

After nodding, Zhou Xuan said to Ning Yu Master, "Do you know who the last person I met with scripture-growing bones was?"

"It’s our first meeting, how could I possibly know whom you’ve met."

Ning Yu smiled tightly and said.

Zhou Xuan chuckled and said, "His name is Mo Tingsheng."

"Um..." Ning Yu had a natural look, saying just, "What kind of eminent monk is Mo Tingsheng?"

"A Taiping Monk from Buddha Country."

Zhou Xuan unfolded the paper fan and moved it slowly across Ning Yu’s chest and abdomen, while covering his mouth and nose with his left hand as if in disgust.

He spoke slowly,

"Back then, I inserted the blade into these places, removing Mo Tingsheng’s ribs, and what came out was a piece of bone engraved with scripture... Alas... Master Ning Yu, I’m talking about Mo Tingsheng, not you. Why is your forehead sweating?"

Ning Yu hurriedly wiped his forehead with his sleeve but found—his forehead was completely dry, without a drop of sweat.

"No sweat, no sweat, Mr., you really know how to joke..."

Zhou Xuan admired Ning Yu before him and casually waved his hand, "Ning Monk is too honest and straightforward; I often like to joke with you, and this is not good, truly not good."

"Oh, it’s of no consequence. I’m the host of the Snowfield, should accompany Mr. to have fun."

Ning Yu always felt Zhou Xuan’s smile had hidden malice, quite intimidating.

He dared not let Zhou Xuan manage the conversation anymore and quickly shifted the topic back to the skull, saying,

"Mr., you might not know that when the Great Snow Mountain Buddha Qi flourishes, the sutras on Zhaba Buddha’s skull glow with golden streams,

But now, the texts are dim, indicating our Great Snow Mountain’s Buddha Qi has become extremely thin."

Ning Yu continued, "Therefore, Mr. wishing to gather a Sea of Buddha in Ping Shui Prefecture, our Revolving Wheel Temple cannot aid."

"Hmm."

Zhou Xuan nodded seriously, saying, "The Buddha Qi flowing within the skull is indeed scarce. I can sense it."

"Alas, the Revolving Wheel Temple has ultimately declined, and the Buddha Qi is no longer as before..."

Ning Yu began lamenting the troubles within Revolving Wheel Temple, hoping to quickly change Zhou Xuan’s mind and dissuade him.

This troublesome spirit is better off not appearing at the Revolving Wheel Temple, preferably not even at Snow Plain Prefecture.

However, Zhou Xuan didn’t follow Ning Yu’s direction but interrupted him, saying, "In my view, the Revolving Wheel Temple is not declining but rather quite abundant."

"Mr., how do you explain this?"

Ning Yu asked.

Zhou Xuan said, "I have a feeling that your Great Snow Mountain Buddha Qi hasn’t dried up, but rather the monks of your Revolving Wheel Temple have lent it out."

"Buddha Qi is extremely precious; how could we give it away?"

"Oh, did you not loan it?"

Zhou Xuan sneered, "If you didn’t loan it, why is the Buddha Qi in the entire skull less concentrated than the temple’s ’Wu Cang’?"

"You... You can see ’Wu Cang’? You can sense Buddha Qi?"

Ning Yu was startled by Zhou Xuan’s words, uttering without realizing.

With a "pah" sound, Zhou Xuan opened the folded fan, his words as sharp as a blade, "Within Jing Country, if I say my Perception is second, who dares claim to be first?"

"Right now, ’Wu Cang’ is lurking beneath the floorboards, listening to our conversation, isn’t that so, Wu Cang?"

Speaking the last sentence, Zhou Xuan lowered his head, directing his words to the hidden ’Wu Cang’.

"Woo... Groan..."

Throughout the tower, the angry roars of ’Wu Cang’ echoed.

Ning Yu was truly frightened and hurriedly said, "Master Wu Cang, it’s all a misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding, please don’t resort to violence."

"There’s no misunderstanding here."

Zhou Xuan lightly shook the folded fan, saying to Green Robed Buddha and the rest, "Old Buddha, Tian Can, Little Changsheng, since you’ve arrived, there’s no need to hide or skimp. Why play games or schemes with these people,

Let’s get serious... Slay Ning Yu and Wu Cang for me, extract their souls—I have questions for them."

Tian Can Monk turned to look at Zhou Xuan, "Master Zhou, this is Snow Plain Prefecture’s territory. You dare to act against the Six Great Families and Revolving Wheel Temple?"

’Wu Cang’ is from the Six Great Families, while Ning Yu is Boba Golden Buddha’s junior disciple,