Wandering Gods of Day and Night

No matter from which angle we look at it, Zhou Xuan, who has become the Shadow of Nuo Opera, should not possess those nine masks.

"Among those nine masks, two are dim and seven are radiant with divine light, clearly corresponding to my Incense Fire Level,

Beyond that, looking at the paints on those seven masks, the first is the graceful storyteller, the second is engraved with various tattoos, the third depicts dragon claws, corresponding to Dragon Seeking, and the fourth is adorned with dozens of Divination Copper Coins, corresponding to Dun Jia..."

Seven masks, each corresponds to the Incense Hall Zhou Xuan has passed through.

Thus, Zhou Xuan felt that these seven masks represent his own power,

He considered this matter quite unusual.

Becoming the Shadow of Nuo God was originally through the Zhou Family Nuo Opera, opening the power source of Ping Shui Prefecture, hosted by Zhou Lingyi, with the Zhou Family Ancestor Tree as the medium, to transmit the hidden power in the mountains of Ping Shui Prefecture to Zhou Xuan.

"The power of the Nuo God is extremely grand, while my Incense Power is certainly very weak, why after I became the Shadow of Nuo God, my seven masks also appeared?"

Zhou Xuan gazed at the masks, staring even more deeply, gradually his Heart Spirit unwittingly delved into the mask,

He naturally was looking at the "storyteller" mask at this moment,

The storyteller was the first Hall Zhou Xuan walked through, and also highly significant for his fame in Jing Country.

Perhaps within the realm of Jing Country, many know Zhou Xuan for tattoos, Dragon Seeking, Dun Jia, but among all the halls he passed through, the most widely recognized hall must be the storyteller.

In the Nine Prefectures of Jing Country, who doesn’t know, Mr. Zhou Xuan singlehandedly rebuilt the dilapidated Mingjiang Prefecture after the disaster with just two storytelling sessions.

Now, Mingjiang Prefecture once again displays the splendor of the past "Ye Ming River", intricately tied with Zhou Xuan’s storytelling.

When Zhou Xuan’s Heart Spirit entered that mask, he saw a vision—

—On a broad, festive red stage stood a person wearing a Nuo Robe.

Although Nuo in Jing Country is not the source of the Witch, it is an extremely important main vein within Witchcraft.

Thus, the Nuo Robe shares many similar elements with the Weshamen’s clothing,

On the robe, there are many cloud patterns of Fierce Beasts, Evil Ghosts, but these fierce figures are set off by the graceful flora.

Witches, compared to worshiping ghosts and gods, possess greater reverence for the vibrant nature.

The person in the Nuo Robe, though wearing a Nuomian, appears identical in shape and posture to Zhou Xuan.

The "Zhou Xuan" on stage did not move, like a still life painting.

As Zhou Xuan watched his "portrait", he was lost in thought, reality’s memory continuously resonating within his heart.

Yet, strangely enough,

The memories entangled in his mind were not representative within his brief life in Jing Country,

He merely recalled a few days ago, at Lotus Temple, when those Little Yellow Skins clung to his storytelling.

Lady Lianhua knew that the Zhou Xuan at that time was no longer the naive storyteller of the past but the famous Mr. of Mingjiang Prefecture,

So Lady Lianhua waved away those Little Yellow Skins, telling them not to cause trouble,

But Zhou Xuan frank and straightforwardly told Lady Lianhua,

"Lady, in a few days it’s the New Year, to reward the masters and apprentices who have worked hard all year, as the Young Master of the Zhou Family’s Troupe, I must narrate several stories well, to enhance the troupe’s atmosphere,

If your little ones at Lotus Temple love listening, just come over to listen in the Zhou Family’s Troupe."

This piece of memory lingered unaccountably in Zhou Xuan’s mind, stirring some impulsiveness.

He immediately became dazed, involuntarily muttering to himself: "Yes, it’s almost New Year, I should tell a story to the play masters and apprentices, and also to those Little Yellow Skins, they were my first batch of fans..."

Sincerely wishing, unexpectedly his thoughts also infected the "Zhou Xuan" on the stage.

The Nuo Robe-clad Zhou Xuan, the colors on the Nuomian surprisingly transformed—from the mysterious hues into white, with an extremely tiny folded fan imprint at the brow.

The folded fan imprint was originally closed,

But when the "Zhou Xuan" on the stage adjusted the angle to look at Zhou Xuan, the fan suddenly unfolded.

"Pa."

With the opening of the folded fan imprint, the Zhou Xuan on the stage took two steps forward, his left hand and right hand empty, but his left hand suddenly slapped as if striking a gavel, while his right index finger and thumb made the motion of opening a fan.

"Thousands of years of change in Jing Country, whether fox souls and wild ghosts, or the variety of the marketplace, or the vicissitudes of time, all converge in my writings."

"Though none hear from below, I must gracefully narrate."

"With countless matters on my heart, I speak it to... Mountain Ghost listens."

The last sentence reverberated in Zhou Xuan’s heart,

His spirit was electrified.

"I’ve connected with the mask."

Zhou Xuan suddenly opened his eyes,

He suddenly saw in front of him, a small incense stick appeared—it was extremely quaint in style, much like the storyteller’s attire.

Previously Yuan Buyu, when teaching Zhou Xuan to tell stories, remarked: "The storyteller’s robe, the color should be dark and the fabric should have no garishly flamboyant patterns."

If a storyteller dresses in garish clothes, on stage, his attire would easily distract the audience below.