Chapter 224 [There are gods on Nanping Mountain]
Next, the storyteller changed the topic and started talking about another book, and it took a long time before everyone was satisfied.
Keep the buttons, someone didn’t want the storyteller to leave, but ordered him two plates of dim sum, and brought up the story about Yun Zhongshan and the pangolin just now:
"Mr. Yang, is it true about the old fairy Yun Zhongshan?"
"of course it's true!"
Mr. Storyteller said confidently, then he took half a mouthful of the snack, chewed it and swallowed it, and said with a smile:
"Thank you for the snacks sent by this guest. The taste is really good—I heard this story from other places. Anyway, the people who told this story said it was true. Just a few years ago, it happened in Yunzhongshan, Jingzhou."
"In the few prefectures around Yunzhong Mountain, this story has been widely known, and many people even use it to coax dolls before going to bed. Of course, I just heard everything. As for whether the rumors are true or not, that is You all have different opinions."
After finishing speaking, Mr. Storyteller continued to eat his snacks with his head down.
In this teahouse, there is a storytelling session. Although the teahouse will provide unlimited tea, dim sum is not provided. If you want to eat, you have to pay for it yourself.
Because he was reluctant, Mr. Storyteller usually didn't eat these refreshments often, but he didn't eat too much, but left half of the plate. He called his little apprentice in Tsing Yi over and handed it to him.
The latter was overjoyed, thanked Master, and began to enjoy it happily.
It was the diner who looked forward to it, raised his head slightly, and said:
“It’s no wonder you tell this story, it feels so immersive, it sounds like you were there and saw it with your own eyes.”
"I really want to see the demeanor of that old fairy, and how vicious that monster is. Unfortunately, I am a mortal body and don't have this ability."
Mr. Storyteller leaned back on his chair and unfolded the fan with a clatter:
"Everyone will praise me for my good books, but this is my ability to eat, so naturally I have to polish it well. If I can't make you feel like I'm in the scene, then I'm not good at it."
The last two sentences he said to his little apprentice, the latter stopped and nodded repeatedly, and then the storyteller continued:
“I have been in the business for so many years, I have heard many stories, and I have told many stories. Unfortunately, they are all other people’s stories. As for myself, I have never experienced it, and even my life has no waves.”
"Sometimes I even think, if I can have a thrilling experience like the people in the story, it would be great..."
At the table not far away, Fang Chang was picking up the teapot and pouring the last tea into the cup in front of him. Hearing this, he secretly smiled:
Human beings always admire the life that they can’t get. If this storyteller had to experience the thrilling scenes in the story a few times, he would cry and cry to return to a peaceful life.
I only heard that Mr. Shu continued to preach:
"However, if you just want to meet someone like the old god, I have some news."
Speaking of this, it seems to be a professional habit, and he even refuted it. Seeing that the little apprentice didn't stand up to pay the money with the basket, he came back to his senses and stopped playing tricks:
"From here to the west for more than a hundred miles, there is Nanping Mountain. In the middle of the mountain, there are several old gods who live together with mortals."
"It's just that they tend to be erratic, and they often travel around the world without knowing where they are going. Moreover, they have never liked immortal seekers, so they are usually very low-key."
"If you want to see it, you must prepare in advance to enter the fairy mountain without encountering a fairy, and remember, don't disturb the fairy Qingxiu, otherwise the fairy is angry, and everyone can't afford it."
"The family has a lot of business, how can it be possible to go to the mountains to find immortals, that's something only a prodigal son will do."
"Parents are here, don't travel far, and this is a journey without a destination."
"My wife won't agree."
"..."
Fang Chang put down the teapot, got up silently and went out.
He suddenly changed his mind and turned to Nanping Mountain on the way. Anyway, there is no rush to go to the Western Regions.
Moreover, Fang Chang was very impressed with those comrades who had lingered on Xianqi Cliff for a while.
Including Sang Ziping who took two apprentices up the mountain and once beat a mule away together, Sang Ziping's young apprentice Mu Anning, and the second apprentice Wei He who abandoned his cultivation and went down the mountain to manage the water.
Since it is very close, there is no reason not to go there.
Stretching out his fingers without putting them in his sleeves, Fang Chang pinched a few times in front of him and smiled softly.
Following calculations, he already knew in his spiritual sense that his trip to Nanping Mountain would not be in vain: the master and apprentice had finished their wanderings and returned to the mountain.
Similarly, there is no rush for things like home visits.
Fang Chang left the teahouse, found an inn slowly, and asked for a clean room in the second building. Although the furnishings inside are simple, it can be seen that the shop has put a lot of thought into it, and there is even a water tray with freshly burned incense ash in it.
The bedding on the bed is also new. After nightfall, there are young men carrying large copper pots to deliver water to each house. That is the clean boiled water that the store has boiled after scrubbing the iron pot on the stove early. It can be used for cleansing the face and making tea while it is hot.
He was not in a hurry to leave the city, but stayed in the city for a day or two according to the scheduled plan.
Sitting at the table, looking at the oil lamp on the table like beans, Fang Chang drank the tea in the cup, then got up and opened the door, and jumped onto the big tree outside with the gourd.
The summer night is cool and breezy.
In many families, in order to avoid the heat, the whole family set up a platform outside, spread mats on it, or simply take a ladder to spread on the roof, and then sleep on it with thin clothes and cattail fans.
It's just that there are a little more mosquitoes outside, and they need to be driven away constantly, but even children will endure the bites for the sake of coolness-after all, there are mosquitoes in the house, and it is still hot.
But Fang Chang will not be disturbed by the buzzing of mosquitoes, even if the two cheat books are still in the package in the guest room.
These two books have always been good at repelling mosquitoes, but Fang Chang can no longer use this function. After all, no mosquitoes can bite his skin. Moreover, Fang Chang has very good hearing, and the sound of mosquitoes within half a mile cannot escape his ears, so for him, a mosquito near his ears has the same effect as being tens of feet away.
Similarly, Rishne's voice was also clearly heard by him.
Holding up the gourd, he gulped a few gulps of wine boldly, Fang Chang looked at the night sky above.
After removing the chaotic celestial phenomena, this night sky scene is still very beautiful. The universe is like a black velvet cushion, and the bright stars are shining pearls dotted on it. A curved silver moon hangs above the horizon, shining with cold moonlight, with long eyesight, you can see the unevenness on it.
The surrounding area is not quiet, and there is never a lack of family chats at night.
There are even a few ordinary people who tell the stories they heard to their dolls and lull them to sleep: "Once upon a time, there was a mountain in the clouds, and there was a..."
Fang Chang smiled, stuffed the wine gourd and hung it back around his waist, and lay flat on the tree for a long time with his arms as pillows.
It wasn't until the second watch that he jumped off the tree and returned to the guest room to rest.
(end of this chapter)