Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 130 - 123 Dragon and Tiger Brothers

Chapter 130: Chapter 123 Dragon and Tiger Brothers

Jing Country could only rope in a Public Servant to wash away injustice for either the arrest wards or the God Traveling Department.

Zhou Xuan, who had dealings with the arrest wards, was well aware that this institution only dealt with ordinary folks and some disciples from altars with low incense fire levels.

Moreover, to beat a dog, one must look at its owner; if the altar was significant, they wouldn’t dare to provoke it, and their understanding of Jing Country’s secrets was mediocre at best.

For instance, Liu Tianen, who thought the Zhou Family’s Troupe was easy to bully, was oblivious that Zhou Lingyi was the Night Patrol Deity. Had he known that, even if he was lent three times the courage, he wouldn’t dare to trouble the troupe over Mr. Dai’s incident.

The arrest ward’s authority was limited, and the chances of them owning a Magic Artifact like the Wash Away Injustice Talisman were slim.

Perhaps the God Traveling Department might own one, but considering his sister was unclear about the function of the diary, the grade of the Wash Away Injustice Talisman might be high even among the many Magic Artifacts and Forbidden Artifacts of the God Traveling Department.

"How could such a treasure appear at the Blood Well, and the blood-engorged woman who possessed it, her Taoist cultivation doesn’t seem to be strong?"

Zhou Xuan decided not to think too much about it – having the treasure in hand meant he had picked up a bargain.

What was left was to do whatever needed to be done; life had to go on as usual, at least on the surface, to prevent the Ancient Tattoo Clan from noticing anything odd.

He stuffed the Wash Away Injustice Talisman into his inner pocket and went upstairs to find Lv Mingkun.

"Junior brother, where have you been? We’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

Lv Mingkun had waited left and right without seeing Zhou Xuan, so he started applying makeup to himself first, and by now, he had done a good portion of it. His face was full of wrinkles, and if not for the "skin" not yet attached to his forehead, he would look exactly like an old man.

"I went to buy fish. I saw one that was pretty, to keep at home for decoration."

Zhou Xuan pulled up a chair to sit down, and as soon as he leaned back, it creaked noisily.

"We need to get new furniture in a couple of days; the legacy of the former landlord isn’t too reliable."

"Let’s make do with it today."

After Lv Mingkun attached the "skin" on his forehead, he used an iron awl to gently push against the sides of the "skin," making the wrinkles blend with the rest of his face, then he began to apply makeup to Zhou Xuan.

"Senior Brother Five, your makeup skills are wasted; it’s a pity you’re not in the acting business."

"Those no-goods are far worse than Wuzuo."

Lv Mingkun hated Wuzuo and completely scorned actors.

After a bit of tidying up, Zhou Xuan also turned into an elderly version and, dressed in Lv Mingkun’s oversized suit, looked a bit more rustic, like an old man who couldn’t keep up with the latest trends.

"For those who do Dark Door operations, makeup is also a basic skill."

Lv Kunming had turned into a coachman when he intercepted Li Lisheng a few days ago.

"Let’s set out and probe into Du Kaili’s background."

Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun went downstairs...

...

Mingdong Shande Hospital was not too far from East Market Street.

To get to East Market Street from Mingjiang Pier, one had to walk three streets, with Shande Hospital built opposite the pier.

They both chose not to ride in the rickshaw; according to Lv Mingkun, there were some gaps in the newly applied "skin," so walking in the sun, sweating a bit, would naturally tighten the gaps, and the effect would be more realistic.

Zhou Xuan also wanted to discuss accumulating incense fire; as a Nuoxiu, he had to accumulate incense fire using nine altars’ methods, and with altars for Ghosts and for Divine People. Now that Tattoo was a Ghost Altar, having Lv Mingkun to guide the way was indeed very helpful.

"Senior Brother Lv, absorbing Jiang Qi is really beneficial for accumulating incense fire. Do you think we can nurture Jiang by relying on the Yin Eye in the shop?"

"I’m afraid that’s not possible. Although the Yin Eye is rich in Yin Sha Qi, the hole is not large, like a spring eye. No matter how infinite the water is, if the orifice is too small, laying a corpse on top of it would mean the water drenching it each day is not enough, and it would take a tremendously long time to cultivate."

"Can we enlarge the Yin Eye?"

"The Yin Eye has no form or substance; it’s not as simple as enlarging a spring eye... Wait, hold on..."

Lv Mingkun thought his junior brother’s odd ideas were many, but after some thought, he felt it was not impossible.

"The location of the Yin Eye is a bit peculiar, growing on the ceiling. Perhaps the feng shui inside the house is a bit strange, leading it up inadvertently, but underground, there might be more spots where Yin Qi is concentrated."

"Then let’s find a better spot." Upon seeing a feasible plan, Zhou Xuan immediately became spirited.

"We can’t do it ourselves; we need to find a disciple from that altar to do it. This altar is called Dragon Seeking, and those who walk in the shadows to worship gods are called Dragon Seeking Heavenly Masters."

"Is that the Dragon Seeking that points to acupoints?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"That’s the one. In feng shui terms, the Yin Eye is actually the eye of a Yin Dragon. Yin Dragons can be big or small, long or short. It requires a Dragon Celestial Master to find it.

Dragon Seeking has many nuances, and if we dig and shovel rashly, I’m afraid we won’t find a big Yin Dragon and might instead blind the current Yin Eye."

After learning about Dragon Seeking, Zhou Xuan took note – find a Heavenly Master, and don’t start recklessly; the current Yin Eye might be small, but it’s already a treasure of the shop.

As they chatted along the way, they had already arrived at Mingjiang Pier, a crucial commercial port in Jing Country.

Countless travelers, whether coming from distant seas, overseas, or Longjiang, mostly set foot on the land of Mingjiang Prefecture from Mingjiang Pier.

Standing on the pier and looking out, grand buildings opposite each other, with a wide embankment snaking in front, bustling with traffic.

"We’re almost there." Zhou Xuan looked up to see the large signboard of Shande Hospital spanning across the riverbank.

...

The scale of Mingdong Shande Hospital was much larger and more upscale than that of Ping Shui Prefecture, with spacious corridors lined with a plethora of green plants. Despite being indoors, one could hear the pleasant rustling of insects.

Zhou Xuan still followed the approach he used last time to find the pharmacy, his nose working hard to sniff out the fragrant scent of cooking medicine, walking from the consultation room to the patient care room, and from there to the Cooking Medicine Room. The more he walked, the more he felt that someone was watching him from behind.

This feeling was very faint,

on East Market Street, at the pier, with the congestion of carriages and horses, mixed in with pedestrians, the inherent perception of his body was a bit dulled, not very sensitive to such faint feelings. But when he reached the Cooking Medicine Room, and there were fewer people around, Zhou Xuan’s perception became more active.

He sensed someone was following him, and very close by, not like the elusive and intangible tracking of the Ancient Tattoo Clan on him.

"There’s someone following us."

Zhou Xuan leaned close to Lv Mingkun and whispered.

"Kidnapper?"

"It’s not the footsteps of a kidnapper. Whoever is following us has some pretty skilled techniques."

Zhou Xuan actively released his perception, which stretched out like a rope on the ground, endlessly extending, trying to find the person hiding in the shadows...

...One, two!

"Two people, in the corridor to the right," Zhou Xuan said.

They must be from the Ancient Tattoo Clan. Tattoo Evil Ghosts!

Zhou Xuan thought to himself, other than kidnappers and people of the Tattoo Clan, he couldn’t think of anyone else targeting him.

Considering the Ancient Tattoo Clan was still casting their net and showed no signs of pulling it in, sending someone to tail him, Zhou Xuan guessed they were just in charge of "investigating" or "scouting" and posed no danger to him for the time being.

Just pretend not to see and "turn a blind eye" to continue searching for Du Kaili would be enough,

But at this moment, Zhou Xuan couldn’t play dumb. As he walked from the Cooking Medicine Room towards the pharmacy, apart from the two trackers, he had a new sensation—someone was writing on his back with their finger.

Written extremely slowly, the characters were very clear—Wash away injustice!

At the same time, the Wash Away Injustice Talisman pressed against Zhou Xuan’s chest also started trembling slightly, as if reminding Zhou Xuan that someone "behind" him was seeking to state their grievances, urging him to agree quickly.

This trembling seemed connected to his heart. Although light, it disrupted the normal rhythm of his heartbeat, making him very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that he wanted to turn around immediately to ask the person behind him—What injustice do you have to plea?

But he could not turn around,

The Tattoo Evil Ghost was tracking him and was able to "watch" him; if he decided to "Wash away injustice" for someone now, the talisman would likely be exposed to the eyes of the Tattoo Evil Ghost.

"We need to take out those eyes."

Zhou Xuan asked Lv Mingkun, "Senior Brother Lv, the eyes following us are a bit special. When I just released my perception, I felt that their eyes could see through walls. What kind of technique is that? Is it also perception?"

"It is perception."

Lv Mingkun explained: "Some Tangkou’s techniques can see through walls. Some people are born with special features, like double pupils, blood pupils, etc., and some rely on Magic Artifacts, but they all fall within the category of perception."

It’s perception, that’s easy to handle then.

Zhou Xuan instructed, "Senior Brother Lv, follow me," and then they didn’t head to the pharmacy but found a staircase to go upstairs.

...

"Peng Hu, the Nuo God has discovered us." Peng Long’s Spiritual Snake tattoo could not only see but its six ears were even more sensitive, hearing the conversation between Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun crystal clear.

"Brother, should we keep following them?" Peng Hu was somewhat undecided.

This morning, the two were in a tea house at a street corner, using the Spiritual Snake to lock onto Zhou Xuan, but strangely enough, the snake suddenly went blind, and Zhou Xuan inexplicably vanished under its watch.

No matter how they tried to find Zhou Xuan with the Spiritual Snake, they couldn’t locate him.

That’s when they felt if the Spiritual Snake was malfunctioning, but now it seems... Zhou Xuan is not easy to tail, his perception is very sharp.

"Keep up with him, the Nuo God is not yet fully grown, and with that person by his side, they can’t handle the two of us brothers, there’s nothing to worry about."

Peng Long had the typical mindset of a strong person, believing that as long as one is powerful, they can look down upon everything else. He did not consider Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun a threat, quite underestimating them.

Underestimating the enemy leads to arrogance, and it made Peng Long’s actions even more resolute; he went up the stairs along with Peng Hu.

Because of their hesitation a moment ago, Zhou Xuan had already gone far ahead, and now to find him again would take some time.

From the first floor to the second, and from the second up to the third, all the way to the fifth floor, and then it would be the roof.

"What is the Nuo God doing in this place?"

Peng Long summoned the Spiritual Snake.

The Spiritual Snake tattoo moved under his skin, traveling from his back all the way to his face.

The snake’s eyes were right where Peng Long’s eyelids were. When he closed his eyelids, the eyes of the snake clearly emerged, as if the resentful snake had opened its eyes.

The snake’s eyes were blood-red, seeing through the floors, the rooftop door, and the ground of each level in the most direct and violent way, searching for Zhou Xuan.

Because his attention was so focused, Peng Long entered an unprecedented state of concentration in controlling the tattoo, not letting the howling wind from the rooftop or the noise from the lower floors penetrate his ears.

He became a closed-off little world of his own, only hearing the "whooshing" sound of the Spiritual Snake sticking out its tongue, and the friction of its scales as it moved...

Finally, Peng Long saw them—he saw Zhou Xuan and Lv Mingkun walking on the rooftop.

"The Nuo God seems to be enjoying the sun; he’s stretched his arms, mumbling something in his mouth. Is he praising the good weather?"

Peng Long once again tracked down Zhou Xuan, his mood also relaxed, interestedly speculating what Zhou Xuan was doing at the moment, what he was thinking,

But he would never expect that after Zhou Xuan’s rapid muttering, the Spiritual Snake suddenly heard whispers like the surge of a river, saw a maniacal world full of slaughter...