Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Zhou Lingyi sighed.

In fact, it was thanks to Zhou Xuan that they could gather these 181 masters—he brought wealth and food resources to the Zhou Family’s Troupe.

If not for the current prosperity of Zhou Family’s Troupe, which could afford to sustain the masters, the troupe would have had to cut down on expenses and send some masters back home a couple of months ago.

Yu Zhengyuan also said: "Who wouldn’t say so? Back when the old Class Leader was still around, the Netherworld Play business was flourishing, gathering 188 masters was a simple task.

The troupe would even have to pick and choose, selecting excellent masters to perform the Nuo dance."

"It’s better not to bring up past matters."

Zhou Lingyi instructed: "Let those masters all go to Jingyi Hall to wait, while we arrange the tablet for the ’Fangxiangshi’ of the Nuo God sacrifice,

the Zhou Family Nuo Opera hasn’t been properly performed for many years, causing those Snow Mountain Prefecture barbarians to forget the trademark skills of Zhou Family’s Troupe."

The Jianghu of Jing Country is vast, but the small Zhou Family’s Troupe has become a restricted zone in the Jianghu.

Over the years, the only incident was the young master of Zhou Family’s Troupe being coaxed by ’actor’, ’Human Turtle’ Alien Ghosts and others.

But at that moment, the pull of the soul was not because the Human Turtle’s treacherous plan was cleverly crafted, but because—the Nuo God approved of that soul-pulling plot.

"Understood, Class Leader."

Yu Zhengyuan nodded his head and quickly left...

...

Inside Lotus Temple, Yun Ziliang, Zhao Wuya, and Li Changxun sat in the sunken ground of the temple, chatting.

Ever since Zhao Wuya returned to Ping Shui Prefecture to recuperate, he had not been in a dazed, sleepy state.

At this time, he appeared spirited, asking Yun Ziliang: "Grand Master, the Six Great Families of Snow Mountain, now that Buddha Slaves have entered the manor, can we defeat them?"

"The Buddha Slaves have not acted in many years, it’s hard to say, but those Six Great Families? They are just a bunch of half-skilled people."

Three hundred years ago, Yun Ziliang once went west with Tattoo Ancestor Peng Sheng in search of enlightenment and visited Snow Plain Prefecture, knowing well the weight of Snow Plain Prefecture.

"With such a grand name, claiming to be the Lords of Snowfield, are they truly so incapable?" asked Li Changxun.

Yun Ziliang snorted disdainfully, saying: "In the extreme cold of Snowfield Prefecture, if the Six Great Families had any skills, they would have expanded their power to other Prefecture Cities long ago,

why haven’t they expanded? Isn’t it because they lack ability?"

"One family among the Six Great Families, called the Kawa Clan, are tea merchants, they are extremely arrogant within Snowfield Prefecture, when they go to Jingchuan Prefecture and Yellow Field Prefecture, do you see them daring to make a sound?"

Yun Ziliang held the teapot, took a sip of tea, and said, "Among the Six Great Families of Snowfield, the incense-fire level is not high, but they each pretend to be noble, the Kawa Clan people were subdued by external Tangkou, and the other five families really believe their Snowfield divine skills are unbeatable."

"So today’s deciding factor is whether we can fight against the six Buddha Slaves?"

Zhao Wuya said so.

Yun Ziliang shook his head, saying: "Besides the six Buddha Slaves, we have to see if Yanfuti will step in,

though I suspect it won’t be a big issue, otherwise, Ya Zi, my good descendant, would be snatched back by Snow Plain Prefecture people as a sacrifice."

Li Changxun laughed heartily alongside.

While the three were engaged in hot conversation, the six Buddha Slaves approached the sunken ground.

Li Changxun heard the sound, smilingly greeted: "Mountain Ancestor Li Changxun, greetings to Snowfield Buddha Slaves."

Leading was the Golden Body Slave, who clasped both hands, performing a Buddha salutation, said: "Mingjiang Prefecture’s Mr. Zhou Xuan, truly formidable, I’ve seen four deities under your command."

As he spoke, he looked toward Yun Ziliang, fearing a mistaken identity, he carefully glanced a few times before exclaiming: "May I ask if you are the Mr. Yun from three hundred years ago?"

"You remember me?"

Yun Ziliang leisurely rose, his sleeves naturally falling, carrying an air of an expert.

He paced carefreely, speaking to the Golden Body Slave: "I once went dragon seeking in the Western Regions, beneath the Great Snow Mountain, found a Buddha Dragon, I intended to take the Buddha Dragon away, but you suddenly awoke and warned me the Buddha Dragon cannot leave Snow Plain Prefecture,

I was young and reckless then..."

The Golden Body Slave interrupted Yun Ziliang, saying: "So, you and I exchanged a few moves, Mr. Yun did not gain an advantage, nor did I manage to subdue Mr. Yun."

"You six Buddha Slaves have some skills, I cannot defeat you alone." Yun Ziliang admitted frankly.

Li Changxun, hearing this, realized the extraordinary skills of these Buddha Slaves,

the young Yun Ziliang, despite his youth, was a true Taoist genius, invincible within Taoism,

he carried such momentum into Snowfield, but could not gain an advantage over the Golden Body Slave.

"Enemies should be reconciled rather than remain hostile, Mr. Yun, I hope the matters from three hundred years ago can be forgiven, today, we are here to assist Mr. Zhou in building the Sea of Buddha."

"Hmm, long time no see, the demeanor of the Golden Body Slave remains as before."

Yun Ziliang laughed lightheartedly.

The slaves also performed a Buddha salutation toward Yun Ziliang.

"Mr. Zhou has not arrived yet, we several brothers will rest aside, conserving energy."

The Golden Body Slave led the group to sit in meditation under the shade on the north side of the sunken ground.

Sitting in meditation is more like scheming together.

Bead Holder Slave spoke to Golden Body Slave: "Master Slave, this situation in Ping Shui Prefecture is somewhat muddled."

"Who wouldn’t say so, four deities, and that nine sticks of incense Yun Ziliang, each is a hard nut to crack."

Ghost-faced Slave also said: "Whenever I think of that seemingly from Netherworld Zhou Lingyi, I feel ominous, Master Slave, do you think this murky situation can be navigated?"