Wandering Gods of Day and Night

"Forbidden Tattoo Map."

"That's right." Yun Ziliang asked, "Do you remember me saying that a Tattoo Master once buried a Forbidden Tattoo at the home of a Great Calculus Master in the Capital City, causing the demise of five generations of that Great Master?"

"I think you mentioned it once."

"Exactly. The Tattoo Master caused the Great Calculus Master's demise for five generations, and all descendants within the five generations were born with turtle shells on their backs, short hands and feet. Because of this, the two Tangkou harbored enmity. If you met a disciple of Dun Jia, you'd be lucky if they didn't beat you up. Do you still wish to learn their skills?"

Yun Ziliang's words shifted, "However, I have very good connections. I'll help you find a disciple of Dun Jia, you treat them generously, flatter them with gifts, and in time, they might teach you a thing or two."

Zhou Xuan couldn't help but fall into thought. Is this path of cultivation all about human relationships, rather than battles?

"Let's talk about it at home."

Yun Ziliang and Peng Sheng then exited the burial chamber one after another.

Mu Hua was no longer insane, but needed a good rest at home. Sister Cui naturally wanted to return home too.

Zhou Xuan carried Little Fuzi back to the store as well.

Only Huang Xi stopped Yun Ziliang, "Mr. Yun, Miss Hu is taking her nephew home to rest, which is right, but you can't leave."

"What's wrong?"

"Did you forget about our Huang family's ancestral burial grounds?" Huang Xi said.

"Oh, right, your family burial grounds."

Yun Ziliang finally remembered why he came to South Mountain and said to Zhou Xuan and Peng Sheng, "You two head home first, I'll pay a visit to the Huang family burial grounds."

With that, he left with Huang Xi, while the others returned to their homes...

...

Inside Zhou Ji Jingyi Store,

Zhao Wuya was still watching over "Time" and Mo Tingsheng.

Mo Tingsheng was mentally unstable, having been traumatized by the massacre at Buddha Country's Baoshan Temple and deceived by Zhou Xuan into thinking his whole family perished in the massacre,

His mental state was currently very unstable, his eyes constantly gazing at the street. Seeing a little boy brought tears to his eyes.

Before coming to Jing Country, he had two sons, the younger one around five or six years old.

Previously, he viewed Jing Country people as pigs or dogs, but now he longed to see boys of five or six years old, as a comfort to his soul.

Zhou Xuan carried Little Fuzi and entered the store with Peng Sheng, lifting his leg to kick Mo Tingsheng not for any reason, but simply because he found this Buddha Country man repulsive.

"Brother Xuan, you just rest, let me watch over these two," Peng Sheng said.

With Peng Sheng on guard, Zhou Xuan was naturally at ease,

Today he was busy all day, now utterly exhausted, desperately needing rest, but Little Fuzi's disheveled state required his treatment for wounds.

His hands were bitten horribly by Mu Hua, some wounds were so deep that the bone was visible.

He entered the Secret Realm, inquiring with Li Chengfeng.

"Old Li, Old Li, I have something to ask you."

Li Chengfeng was meeting with the Painter, Music Master, and other You Shen, discussing the disaster relief planning for Mingjiang Prefecture.

The flood in Mingjiang Prefecture had receded, but Mingxi District suffered severe damage. How to provide relief to the victims and repair the villages and small towns devastated by the flood was an urgent matter.

These duties were originally the responsibility of the government, but the disaster area was too extensive this time, so the Bone Elder Association, Witches, and City God Tangkus also needed to collaborate on formulating plans to quickly restore Mingjiang Prefecture to normal operations.

During the meeting, Li Chengfeng heard Zhou Xuan's inquiry from within the Secret Realm. He excused himself from the meeting room, found a secluded corner, entered the Secret Realm with his mind, and responded to Zhou Xuan.

"High Priest, what do you wish to ask?"

"The hands of Little Fuzi from our store are badly bitten, do you have reputable doctors in the Bone Elder Association who can treat Little Fuzi's hands?"

There were many doctors for injuries on East Market Street, but no specialists for suturing wounds.

"Oh, High Priest, you are looking for copper coins while holding gold. For matters of flesh recovery, you should ask the Sighing Mother Wall."

The Sighing Mother Wall—Miss Qiang, who created the Bone Elder Association adept in the secrets of blood and flesh. What's a hand bitten to shreds? They could reattach a hand even if it was bitten off.

"True, you handle your business then."

Zhou Xuan was about to disconnect,

At that moment, Li Chengfeng said, "By the way, High Priest, Bone Elder, Witches, and City God have united many small and large Tangkou to discuss disaster relief. Would you like to attend?"

"I won't go, I'm not a specialist."

Zhou Xuan thought that such specialist matters should be left to specialists. He also said, "I think your meeting is unclear. The Witches are always dozing off, Bone Elder always studies the secrets of Jing Country, City God always catches this and that. Who among you knows about disaster relief?"

"That's a good point. No wonder the meeting has been going on for so long without any clear solutions."

Li Chengfeng's words almost made Zhou Xuan burst into laughter.

They say expertise has its domain. Letting a group of Tangkou disciples, who don't care about people's welfare, manage it is absurd, isn't it?

"You should contact some government people for a thorough discussion. Just make the final decision, let them propose the plans."

"The High Priest is right." Li Chengfeng, hearing this, cheerfully cut the connection.

The Painter was still waiting for the Heavenly God Scholar of the Bone Elder Association to come up with a disaster relief plan. He had been unable to make suggestions, but now he had ideas.

...

Zhou Xuan ended the conversation with Li Chengfeng and walked to the Black Water in the Secret Realm.

Miss Qiang was playing cards with three Blood Well human brains at that moment.

Zhou Xuan found it peculiar,

Are these three brains not smart? They are the first generation Blood Well Spirit Communicators, and their brains function well.

If you say these three brains are smart, they are playing cards with Miss Qiang, who is well-versed in algorithms… The most unbeatable feature of an unbeatable algorithm is what? Chess and card games, overpowering all chess and card masters.

"Miss Qiang, playing cards?"

"Yes, it's a game from our Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty, called Main Brain and Civilians."

"This name sounds a bit familiar."

Zhou Xuan craned his neck to take a closer look at the cards Black Water manifested and paid attention to the card game, and after watching for a while, he felt this game was down-to-earth, invoking a vague sense of familiarity.

"Isn't this Double Ascension?"

Zhou Xuan was slightly amused; it seems the Blood Flesh Divine Dynasty has some similarities to his previous life...