Wandering Gods of Day and Night

The Green Robed Buddha said, "That Dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables is intricately connected with the Ancient Buddha. Although my master never practiced the Buddhist path, he is highly proficient in the ’Prajna Wheel Collection’ method. What does that signify?"

"Signify what?" Lu Shenjun faced the answer that was about to burst forth, but in his heart, he still found it hard to believe, so he asked intently.

The Green Robed Buddha replied, "It signifies that my master must have received the Ancient Buddha’s guidance."

"Is there anyone in this world so fortunate?"

Lu Shenjun sighed.

A person who first obtained the true teachings of the Tao Ancestor, then inherited from the Ancient Buddha—Jing Country has four mysterious Heavenly Venerables, among whom two have an extremely close relationship with Zhou Xuan.

"Two great Heavenly Venerables passing on their arts—if one is not favored by great fortune, it’s hard to explain it away."

The more Lu Shenjun thought about it, the more uneasy he felt—it seems, between people, comparisons shouldn’t be made, simply shouldn’t be made.

But the Green Robed Buddha didn’t have such thoughts; he appeared more delighted and simply said, "Divine Monarch, my whole life, dedicated to Buddhist career, what is it for? Just to follow in the Ancient Buddha’s footsteps, hoping to get as close as possible to him."

He was originally a fisherman, and at the moment of attaining Buddhahood, he assumed the Dharma Image of the Green Robed Buddha, standing at the riverside, overlooking the splendid landscape of Jing Country,

However—not all sights could be overlooked by him; some people, some forms, he could only look up to,

In the Snow Plain Prefecture’s Great Snow Mountain, there is a colossal Buddha hand.

That Buddha hand, beyond knowing how many tens of thousands of feet high, lightly swayed towards the massive Dharma Image of the Green Robed Buddha.

From that day on, in the eyes of the Green Robed Buddha, there was an added flame, and he, too, became a moth to the flame.

"My master Zhou Xuan, must have received the Ancient Buddha’s guidance in the Dream of the Four Heavenly Venerables; he is the one to transmit the fire of the Ancient Buddha, indeed a disciple of the Ancient Buddha,

I worship Zhou Xuan as my master, thus becoming a grand-disciple of the Ancient Buddha,

To follow the honored master is to follow the Ancient Buddha."

The Green Robed Buddha closed both his eyes, speaking as if enraptured: "I saw the green lantern when the Ancient Buddha recited scriptures, I touched the remnants held in the hands of the Ancient Buddha, my Buddha, awaiting my conversion..."

"Alas."

Lu Shenjun, seeing the appearance of the infatuated monk that is the Green Robed Buddha, felt even more uneasy inside.

"Alright, for you, it’s all complete."

Lu Shenjun sighed, losing even the mood to play chess with the Green Robed Buddha, visibly tired, he walked towards the depth of the Golden Crow Palace.

From his perspective, for the Green Robed Buddha to recognize the person who bears the Ancient Buddha’s flame as his master, that is a great merit.

Zhou Xuan, having the capable assistant that is the Green Robed Buddha, will soon be able to smooth over the hardships encountered in the human world, fulfilling his desires,

As for Qing Yangyu, this guy won an ’Insect Pill’ without even breaking a sweat, which is also quite a completion indeed.

"Alright, you all are complete, but only I am hurt."

Today, Lu Shenjun, in the Changsheng Palace, not only made a complete fool of himself but also lost a highly precious ’Red Worm Pill.’

"Damn it, everyone else is enjoying life, only I am hurt."

"What kind of world."

Lu Shenjun’s heart cursed a string of profanities, very dirty and crude...

...

As the sun set in the west, the Zhou Family’s Troupe was enveloped in a warm afterglow,

Zhou Xuan held a tea mug, sitting under the tree petting a cat, sipping tea, while Li Yutang stood under the tree, looking towards the doorway.

"Young Master, Mr. Zhao has been out all day, this begging along the street, I’m afraid he will suffer greatly."

"Let him experience some hardship, he’s used to being wealthy from a young age, it’s a life experience for him."

Thinking of Zhao Wuya being born in the "Steel King’s" family, Zhou Xuan ground his teeth in frustration.

"This is what you call a fortune-favored life; from a young age, he hasn’t suffered a bit, definitely a class enemy."

Zhou Xuanzheng was speaking when, in a daze, a figure appeared at the entrance of Zhou Family’s Troupe’s courtyard.

A young man in a dark long robe, wearing a hat, carrying large and small bags, walked into the courtyard.

Li Yutang squinted for a long time, somewhat unsure, and asked Zhou Xuan, "Is that Mr. Zhao? He looks somewhat like him."

"Looks a bit like, but the dress is off, isn’t it?"

Zhou Xuan also glanced sideways; he remembered Zhao Wuya left wearing ragged clothes, face full of dirt, but after a day out, he had returned to a rich young noble’s attire.

"Brother Xuan."

Zhao Wuya raised his hand holding the bag, enthusiastically calling out.

That familiar voice made it clear it was indeed Zhao Wuya, and Zhou Xuan got up to greet him, saying as he walked, "Ya Zi, you went out to play a beggar, how did you come back spending money?"

"Didn’t spend any money."

Zhao Wuya walked to Zhou Xuan’s side, turned around several times, and asked, "How is it, doesn’t this outfit look smart?"

"Where did you get the money?" Zhou Xuan asked, then scolded Li Yutang: "Little Yutang, didn’t you take Ya Zi’s wallet up front?"

"I did long ago. I assure you, Mr. Zhao didn’t have a single copper coin on him."

"No copper coin, yet there’s money for clothes?"

Zhou Xuan was quite puzzled.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuya tilted his nose and hummed, "Hmph, me going out once, I have plenty of ways to make money."

"How did you get the money, tell me?"

Zhou Xuan pulled up a chair and had Zhao Wuya sit down to talk.

As soon as Zhao Wuya’s bottom touched the seat, he animatedly began to speak.

The more he talked, the clearer Zhou Xuan understood—it turns out, earlier that morning, Zhao Wuya did go out to beg, wanting to find something softer to eat.

As a result, when he went to squat by Cotton Street, a Rich Sister spotted him.

Rich Sister was generous, and despite Zhao Wuya being filthy, his handsome face was truly undeniable.

Rich Sister chatted with him for a while, becoming more and more in tune, feeling as if they had met too late, then without further ado, she took Zhao Wuya to the bathhouse, to the teahouse, to the movies, and after watching the movie, to shop and spend...