Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Zhou Xuan found himself utterly confused—Ya Zi had gone out to get a soft meal, which he understood, but this meal seemed a bit too soft, didn’t it?

"That Rich Sister even asked me to meet up tomorrow, said she wanted to take me to the park, and take some photos."

Zhao Wuya was quite pleased with himself, saying, "I, too, wanted to suffer through begging, but what could I do, Heaven blessed me with this face, even begging is a missed opportunity, don’t you think? Ah, one is truly insignificant and can’t go against fate."

"You’re quite pleased with yourself."

Zhou Xuan was at a loss. Making Zhao Wuya pretend to be a beggar was really challenging—the man ends up charming a Rich Sister while begging.

"Wait, something’s not right."

Zhou Xuan suddenly thought of something, walked up to Zhao Wuya, and lifted his chin with a folded fan for a closer look.

Beside them, Li Yutang was somewhat exasperated, constantly muttering, "What now, taught you to be a beggar, but there’s constant slip-ups,

at this rate, how many years will it take to learn the real demeanor of a beggar?"

"Hold on, Little Yutang."

Zhou Xuan put down the folded fan and said, "I suddenly realize, Ya Zi’s appearance is too delicate, this refined look paired with dirty clothes, is already quite intimidating,

a noble face of a poor soul, makes it appear more mysterious."

"A noble face of a poor soul?" Li Yutang felt he learned something new.

"Exactly, his attire should look like a beggar’s, as for his speech and behavior, no need for more training, Little Yutang, take him tonight, and spend a night with those beggars, tomorrow, we set off."

"Alright... Young Master."

Li Yutang agreed repeatedly.

Zhou Xuan then turned to Zhao Wuya and said, "Ya Zi, did you hear? Endure for one more night."

"Are we leaving tomorrow?" Zhao Wuya asked.

"Yes."

"Then what about my Rich Sister? She asked to meet me tomorrow."

"Stop imagining things about that lovelorn Rich Sister, don’t let her mislead our Beggar Gang’s Living Buddha."

Zhou Xuan laughed while scolding Zhao Wuya...

...

The next morning,

Zhou Xuan and Zhao Wuya stood in the courtyard, waiting for the Green Robed Buddha, Tiancan Monk, and the Eternal Life Sect Leader. Once everyone was ready, they headed straight for the Snow Plain Prefecture.

Zhao Wuya was dressed even more shabbily today. His clothing couldn’t just be called ragged; it was as if countless mop strips were cut and sewn into an outfit.

He kept scratching his itches, yawning lazily, and said, "Brother Xuan, help me scratch my back, it’s unbelievably itchy, feels like I’ve got lice crawling all over."

"Aren’t you the one who can control the wind? Just use the wind to scratch."

Zhou Xuan looked at Zhao Wuya’s greasy back, a bit unwilling to do it himself.

"You want me to play the Buddha, but if I control the wind, won’t I be exposed? Everyone would know I’m a Taoist disciple."

Zhao Wuya kept thinking about his "role-playing."

Zhou Xuan said, "What are you afraid of? That Ancient Buddha was once obsessed with the Tao Ancestor’s Alchemy Technique and wore a Daoist robe to pretend to be a Taoist. What’s wrong if a Buddhist Sect disciple knows some Taoist Technique?"

"You just don’t want to help me scratch."

Zhao Wuya conjured a whirlwind, swirling with sand, continually rubbing his own back, occasionally roaring with "satisfaction."

Zhou Xuan frowned and scolded, "Keep it down, this gusting sand and stone, people can’t see what’s happening, but with those weird screams, I’m afraid they’ll misunderstand."

"Don’t rush me, don’t rush me, just let me be comfortable for a while longer."

After a short while, Zhao Wuya reluctantly stopped the whirlwind.

It turns out, stopping the wind led to a strange occurrence.

The "cloth strip clothes" he wore were blown by the wind, appearing like a tail-plucked mountain chicken, revealing his back completely.

"A bit of an eyesore..." Zhou Xuan promptly quipped, but suddenly froze.

He noticed a thumb-sized spot on Zhao Wuya’s back.

The spot was very light in color, slightly reddish, but if you didn’t look carefully, it was hard to see.

"Hold on, Ya Zi."

Seeing Zhao Wuya adjusting his clothes, Zhou Xuan stopped him.

"What’s up? Trying to take advantage of me?"

Zhao Wuya felt Zhou Xuan had ulterior motives.

Zhou Xuan shook his head, stood behind Zhao Wuya, and practically pressed his eyes to Zhao Wuya’s back.

He examined closely, and indeed, he found something remarkable, saying, "Ya Zi, did you know there’s a spot on your back?"

"How would I know? It’s not like I have eyes on my back." Zhao Wuya huffed.

At this, Zhou Xuan couldn’t help but laugh. He said, "Ya Zi, you’re not wrong; this spot on your back looks a bit like an eye."

"What nonsense."

Zhao Wuya turned his body.

At this time, the Eternal Life Sect Leader also arrived.

Soon as he appeared, Zhou Xuan greeted, "Little Changsheng, come help us take a look, does Ya Zi have an eye on his back?"

"Really? That strange?"

The Eternal Life Sect Leader settled down, looked at Zhao Wuya’s back, after a glance, nodded, and said, "It really is an eye, has corners and a pupil, but the color is too light, can’t make out what kind of gaze it conceals."

"Is there?"

Zhao Wuya turned his head sharply, trying to see his own back, but could not—how could one possibly see their own back?

The more he tried, the less he saw, eventually getting anxious, said to Zhou Xuan, "Brother Xuan, get your Little Brain to take a picture for me, let me see what it looks like?"

"Okay."

Zhou Xuan called into the Secret Realm, and Little Brain responded, scrutinizing Zhao Wuya’s back more intently.