Wandering Gods of Day and Night

"This..."

The Boba Golden Buddha wanted to say something, but Zhou Xuan spoke quickly and said, "Regarding the golden Buddha, I have a suggestion for you."

"What suggestion?" Boba asked curiously.

Zhou Xuan looked at the Heavenly Spirit Magical Artifact in Boba’s hand and said, "You should play less with human bones, be careful, touching them too much might stunt your growth."

"Ho, ho, ho... Mr. really is a witty person, stunt your growth..."

Boba laughed coldly—because his stature was indeed short and stout.

"Golden Buddha, farewell."

After Zhou Xuan casually bid farewell, he left the Buddhist Hall with Zhao Wuya on his back.

Ning Yu led the way, and naturally, the Eternal Life Sect Leader and Tiancan Monk followed.

The Buddhist Hall, which was quite noisy moments ago, was now tranquil with only Boba remaining.

"Mr., Zhou Xuan... his eyes really are as terrifying as the rumors say."

"Wu Ya Zen can’t possibly reach Buddha Praise Heavenly Palace."

"However, although Wu Ya Zen didn’t come, this Zhao Wuya... is no ordinary person either..."

Boba tilted his ear, pressing it against the Heavenly Spirit Magical Artifact in his hand.

The patterns on the Heavenly Spirit Magical Artifact shimmered with a dark golden sheen while the entire artifact vibrated slightly.

The wind outside the Buddhist Hall snuck in through the door seam, blowing against the Heavenly Spirit, causing it to make some strange sounds.

Among these sounds, the most prominent was the sound of the wind howling, but on closer scrutiny, Boba also heard a sound similar to an "eagle’s screech" from within the wind.

The eagle’s screech was long and distant; he nodded in satisfaction, "All this time couldn’t find it, didn’t expect it to come right to me."

"Lord, you are pitying me, aren’t you?"

...

At the top of the snow mountain, a seven-story Buddha Tower stood,

Zhou Xuan and the others stood in front of the Buddha Tower, waiting for Ning Yu to open the door.

Inside the tower, it seemed something extremely bizarre was residing, Ning Yu kept lowering his voice, conversing with that bizarre entity.

This exchange was more like a plea, Ning Yu was begging the person inside to open the door and let Zhou Xuan and the others in.

The duration of this plea was too long; Zhou Xuan felt slightly bored and stood with folded arms, gazing at the Prefecture City below the snow mountain.

The entire Snow Plain Prefecture exuded a sense of impoverishment; the buildings in the city were mostly dilapidated and low-rise,

Such a sight naturally paled in comparison to the wealthy Mingjiang Prefecture, which was a city of lights and merriment.

"Compared to Yellow Field Prefecture, its level of prosperity is much lower."

But saying the Snow Plain Prefecture is excessively poor isn’t entirely true, at least Zhou Xuan saw several high-walled large courtyards in the city.

The decoration of those large courtyards was grand, even more majestic than those grand mansions in Mingjiang Prefecture.

In front of these large courtyards, there were mostly shelters, distributing some food and drinks to the passing poor people.

Zhou Xuan asked the Green Robed Buddha, "It seems there are wealthy families in the Snow Plain Prefecture?"

"Of course, there are."

The Green Robed Buddha smiled and said, "Master, there are six great families in this Snow Plain Prefecture, each wealthy in their own area. The repair of the Revolving Wheel Temple, the provisions for monks and disciples, are mostly supported by these families."

He pondered a moment and then continued, "Oh, right, there are quite a few large and small rituals at the Reincarnation Temple every year; these rituals are usually overseen by the God Traveling Department of the Snow Plain, with the resource and manpower provided by those families."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuan asked, "Then, from this perspective, aren’t the wealthy families of Snow Plain Prefecture quite powerful?"

In Jing Country, money indeed has its uses, but it only works in the secular, and the true local authority is the God Traveling Department.

Wealthy families in other states, no matter how arrogant, cannot be as arrogant as the God Traveling Department.

But the situation is different in the Snow Plain Prefecture.

The Revolving Wheel Temple’s reputation is too prominent, dominating the Snow Plain, and they love conducting funerals and temple repairs, all the while not engaging in production.

Their expenses are huge, relying on the six great families for financial support, giving gold and silver. Over time, the local wealthy families naturally gained significant influence.

"Of course they did."

The Green Robed Buddha said, "You know what the monks at the Revolving Wheel Temple call the clan leaders of the six great families? They call them ’Master’."

"Master?"

"Exactly."

The Green Robed Buddha said, "I’m not used to calling them Master, so after practicing at the Revolving Wheel Temple for some years, I left the Snow Plain Prefecture."

"Not only monks at the Revolving Wheel Temple call people from the six great families ’Master’, but we Broken Robes must also call them ’Master’."

Beside him, Tiancan Monk agreed.

Zhou Xuan was quite surprised, he asked, "That’s not right, Old Can, didn’t you say initially that you Broken Robes are Ghostly,

Monks enjoy appearances; celebrations and rituals come in turns, each requiring hefty amounts of money. It’s normal for them to call ’Master’ a few times."

Taking money from the pockets of wealthy people, then saying a few auspicious words with a smile, is also human nature.

But—this bunch of Ghostly, not having a place to spend money, yet calling those wealthy people ’Master’?

That’s hard to understand."

"Though Robe Ghosts are Ghostly, but these Ghosts, the reason they can keep their soul together and even cultivate on the Snow Plain, not being summoned by the Soul Shepherd City, is because of those Masters."

Tiancan Monk snapped his fingers toward the ground, and a snow brick fell into his hand.

He applied some incense, and the snow brick quickly melted, eventually becoming a white snow token.

"Master, each of us Broken Robe has a soul plate in the human world, made of birch wood, the same size as the snow token in my hand,

The soul plates of Robe Ghosts are all maintained by the six great families, held in a ’Ten Thousand Spirits Tower’,

If any Robe Ghost offends those six families,