Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Zhou Xuan’s words were like a sharp sword, thrust straight into the heart and belly of Wan Xiang Tongzi.

Wan Xiang Tongzi was deeply shocked inside, yet he couldn’t show it on his face—he truly couldn’t tell which of Zhou Xuan’s words were bluffs and which were his true intentions.

After a long period of internal silence, Wan Xiang Tongzi finally spoke: "Zhou Xuan, you’re thinking too much. The nourishment for those Silver Bodhisattva Flowers is the hillside full of dead bones.

These flowers are called ’Silver Bone Flowers’ in our Buddha Country. From the name, you can infer—this flower feeds on human bones."

"Nonsense!"

Little Brain listened angrily and scolded outright: "How dare you deceive our Mr.? The ’Silver Bone Flowers’ of Buddha Country, whether in shape or characteristics, are completely different from those Silver Bodhisattva Flowers."

"..." Wan Xiang Tongzi.

Zhou Xuan almost laughed out loud, holding the folded fan, tapping the boy’s forehead, and said: "It seems you’re not only unaccustomed to our Jing Country people’s strong perception, but also to my Little Brain.

My Little Brain is your Buddha Country’s main brain. After receiving our education, it has turned against Buddha Country. You might be able to deceive me with Buddha Country episodes, but not it."

Wan Xiang Tongzi immediately felt the world was filled with pitfalls... a careless step, and the slippery path led him deep into a trap.

Zhou Xuan walked around the boy, speaking as he went: "You made up a nourishment story just to stop my investigation into Silver Bodhisattva Flower’s nourishment. Now it’s clear—the nourishment of those Silver Bodhisattva Flowers is, indeed, a secret.

Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been so keen to cover it up."

He lifted a stone only to drop it on his own foot,

Wan Xiang Tongzi wanted to cry but had no tears.

Zhou Xuan addressed the boy again: "Tell me, where is Yanfutai Buddha Mother? How about Lady Lianhua? And my Master Wu Ya, where is he?"

After a series of three questions, Wan Xiang Tongzi defiantly lifted his head high and said very directly: "I don’t know. Cut me down. Even if you chop off my head and dig out my heart, I still don’t know."

His attitude was very determined,

Zhou Xuan was used to this attitude—Buddha Country people are like stones from a lavatory: both stinky and hard.

These people truly aren’t afraid to die.

But,

Zhou Xuan had many methods "more terrifying than death" waiting for Wan Xiang Tongzi.

He coldly laughed and said: "You wish to die, huh?"

"I have resolved to die. If you could be swift, just chop me dead in one stroke. If you want to torture me, then send me into the oil pot and fry me seventeen or eighteen times. If I scream in grievance, I won’t count as a Buddha Country Venerable."

Wan Xiang Tongzi suddenly started shouting,

While Zhou Xuan lightly tapped his palm with the folded fan, said: "You wish! You think casually frying you would end it. Since you’ve fallen into my hands, I’ll show you how I’ve tortured those stubborn Buddha Country people before."

Having said this, he ceased wasting words and gently tapped the wooden fan.

"Plop."

The storyteller’s Dream Generation.

"You emerged from the belly of the Ghost Woman, so I grant you a dream of corrosion in the womb."

Zhou Xuan quickly wove a grand dream.

Wan Xiang Tongzi’s soul wobbled and fell into the dream.

He saw everything around him change.

He returned to the time of his birth, curled up inside the Mother Palace.

"Gurgle gurgle."

A kind of amniotic fluid bubbling sound, like soft white noise, filled with a certain sense of security, allowing him to sleep soundly.

Wan Xiang Tongzi had been in Laijing Country for many years and never had one day been able to sleep so peacefully.

"What’s Zhou Xuan selling in his gourd? Not torturing me, allowing me such comfort?"

Wan Xiang Tongzi could not have known—this was merely the prelude to the coming storm.

"Hiss hiss."

The boy suddenly heard the sound of a "venomous snake spitting its tongue," hurriedly opened his eyes and saw a flower-patterned snake slither from the fetal wall of the Mother Palace, swimming towards him.

This snake didn’t have much to say,

But crucially, within the Mother Palace, there were at least thousands of these flower-patterned snakes.

On each snake’s body were bulging light-yellow venom blisters, bursting one after another as they moved.

The venom seeped out, carrying strong corrosiveness, burning and rotting the flesh of the Mother Palace, filling the air with that nauseating smell.

These little snakes did not rest and swam towards the soul of Wan Xiang Tongzi.

They, thousands of snakes, coiled within the boy’s soul, continued to erupt venom.

The boy immediately screamed endlessly—snakes were corroding his soul.

"Ah... Zhou Xuan... this venom isn’t strong enough, not strong enough."

"Don’t rush to jest."

Zhou Xuan’s folded fan flew into the Mother Palace. When the boy had been corroded by venom till riddled with holes, the fan "boomed" open.

On the fan’s surface was painted an ancient well.

Blood gushed from within, rewinding time.

Wan Xiang Tongzi’s body returned to normal, as if the snake bites and venom corrosion had never happened.

But the next moment, thousands of venomous snakes emerged again from the fetal wall of the Mother Palace, swimming toward Wan Xiang Tongzi.

At this moment, Wan Xiang Tongzi finally comprehended and murmured: "Eternal Hell?"

Eternal Hell... daily torment repeatedly occurs, but it also constantly restarts,