Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Zhou Xuan’s "pep talks" came so naturally that they made Zhou Lingyi a little suspicious.

"Brother, are you hiding some side business from me—like being a con artist in the martial world or something?"

With such a succession of persuasive words, if Zhou Lingyi didn’t know Zhou Xuan, she might have wanted to follow him beyond the Starry Sky for further development.

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "I also picked this up from some miscellaneous books, those conspiracy-filled ambitious politicians, who love to shout slogans like ’happiness’, ’freedom’, ’a good life’.

Getting back to the point, Zhou Xuan pointed at the Buddha Country’s ghosts gathered together chanting scriptures, and said, "Sister, these people came to the Jing Country with dreams and good wishes,

but when they set foot on Jing Country soil, what did they become one by one? Fertilizer for flowers. What do you think they feel?"

"Of course, they resent the Buddha Country, hate the Buddha Country, wish they could tear Yanfuti to pieces."

Zhou Lingyi placed herself in the shoes of the Buddha Country People and naturally voiced her inner thoughts.

However, Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "Sister, you are different. You are a heroine among women, an unparalleled genius with an unconstrained nature."

"Am I really as good as you say?"

Zhou Lingyi chuckled, and with her smile, her eyes curved like crescent moons,

this brother of hers—he praises people with the slightest provocation,

and his compliments are so sweet to the ear.

Zhou Xuan laughed and said, "I have a habit of telling the truth."

"...." Zhou Lingyi.

"Sister, you can’t equate yourself with the Buddha Country people."

Zhou Xuan said, "These people are not you, nor are they normal Jing Country people; they were bewitched by the allure of the Buddhist Sect in Buddha Country from a young age!"

"You see them turning into fertilizer, yet one after another, they keep chanting Buddhist scriptures—what does this show? It shows they haven’t lost their true hope in the Great Buddhas of Buddha Country."

"They think being used as fertilizer was due to the sinister people in Buddha Country, some middle-level Buddha Country cultivators, at most like figures such as Six Sins Venerable,

In our eyes, Yanfutai Buddha Mother is a smuggling leader guilty of all atrocities, doing all kinds of evil,

but in these ghosts’ eyes—she probably is still an immaculate white lotus."

Zhou Xuan pointed at the prayer beads twisted in the ghosts’ hands and added, "Look at why they are chanting scriptures, it’s likely hoping that their sincerity will reach the Yanfutai Buddha Mother’s ears,

and then hoping that the Buddha’s Eye, the ’White Lotus Buddha’, will uphold justice for them."

After listening to Zhou Xuan’s insightful analysis, Zhou Lingyi felt a whirlwind of emotions, her thoughts quite conflicted.

Instinctively, she felt Zhou Xuan’s words were absurd—a common person after another being used as fertilizer and dying such tragic deaths, yet they don’t resent Buddha Country or Yanfuti; these people are too spineless, aren’t they?

Yet from a rational perspective, she found Zhou Xuan’s explanation indeed clever—after all, these people are really squatting down chanting scriptures, not going anywhere.

Zhou Xuan then added fuel to the fire, saying, "So, sister, now, do you understand what these people are obsessed with?"

"I understand, they want to chant scriptures and be heard by Yanfuti."

That meant Zhou Lingyi had essentially reiterated Zhou Xuan’s words.

Zhou Xuan nodded and said, "If that’s the case, then why are they gathering in this place?"

"This signifies... signifies... that the space where Yanfuti resides is in this hollow."

Zhou Lingyi seemed to have an epiphany.

Zhou Xuan clapped his hands together and said, "That’s right, whether it’s Lady Lianhua, Master Wu Ya, or Yanfuti, they’re all inside this hollow."

"You’re clever, brother. Is there anything in this world you can’t handle?"

Zhou Lingyi couldn’t help but praise.

"There are some things."

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "For example—how to enter the Yanfu Ti Space."

The Jing Country is a nation of Multiple Spaces, and the Buddha Country people are also skilled in deriving spaces,

these spaces within spaces, layer upon layer, without a wonderful method, one truly can’t enter.

Zhou Xuan at this time was already strolling around the area where the ghosts were gathered, constantly observing those chanting ghosts.

As he watched,

Zhou Xuan found a pattern.

All the ghosts’ gazes converged at one spot—following the convergence of many gazes, Zhou Xuan walked over.

"It should be here."

Zhou Xuan stood in the southeastern corner of the hollow, gazing forward and feeling tens of thousands of eyes staring at him.

"It’s right here."

Zhou Xuan had confirmed the location of the "Yanfu Ti Space."

But the problem still remained—he couldn’t enter this space, nor could he perceive its existence.

"Brother, is it right here?"

Zhou Lingyi, holding a red umbrella, also came over.

"That’s right, where I’m standing is the Yanfu Ti Space."

Zhou Xuan said.

"How to enter... how to perceive this layer of space?"

Zhou Lingyi asked.

Zhou Xuan slowly shook his head and said, "Some spaces, without mastering wonderful methods, we can’t get in,

moreover, this Yanfu Ti Space is also different from the others."

"How is it different?"

"The master of this layer of space is a Realm Master of the Seventeenth Heaven. If I go in alone, I’m afraid I might not be able to contend."