"My dear judge, today we are not going to talk about the disputes between the Three Kingdoms nor the heroes of the Water Margin. Let's talk about Manifest Saint True Lord..."
A table, a fan, and a piece of wood.
The storyteller is very good at his words. Although it is an old joke, there seems to be a kind of magic that attracts the audience's attention as soon as he starts it.
Li Yan is also a little surprised, what surprises is fate.
Ever since I came to Sichuan, I always seem to come across things related to Manifest Saint True Lord. Maybe there is a lot of opportunity there.
"Master, you are here."
Xie ZhengYuan As soon as he entered the door, the shopkeeper hurriedly came forward.
"We have brought distinguished guests, please find a seat."
"There's it upstairs."
Xie ZhengYuan arranged in front, while Li Yan looked around.
This teahouse is quite old, with blue bricks and gray tiles, a wooden frame, cornices on the outside, and bamboo tables and chairs inside.
Although it was early morning, there were quite a few guests who came to drink tea, including Three Religions and Nine Schools, mainly businessmen, either enjoying tea leisurely, or holding local cigarettes and listening to Quick Story silently.
In one corner of the main hall, there is a tiger stove.
There is a strong fire inside, and the big blackened iron pot is steaming. Teagoers can fill the pot by themselves if necessary.
Although it is not exquisite, it reveals a leisurely energy.
Soon, Xie ZhengYuan took him to the second floor. The private room had no door and was less than one meter away from the wooden railing. When he looked up, he could see the stage below.
"Bring me my tea."
Xie ZhengYuan explained, and the boy immediately went downstairs, took out a bamboo tube from the locked cupboard in the back kitchen, pasted red paper on it, and wrote the four words "Fragrant Mountain Tribute Tea".
Soon, the tea was brewed, and the table was filled with chestnuts, walnuts, dried tofu and other refreshments.
"Young Hero Li Don't dislike it."
Xie ZhengYuan smiled and said, "Those who come here Zouma Town are either driving big cars to travel around the world, or they are caravans earning hard money and don't have much money in their pockets."
"If a teahouse is built too well, people will not want to come to the door."
"Where."
Li Yan smiled and said, "This place is comfortable. I can run around everywhere and occasionally stop for a sip of tea. That's what I enjoy."
"The person below is not Li TieZui, right?"
He said, looking down at the stage.
Although the storyteller seemed stable, he was still a somewhat mature young man with green eyebrows.
"Hi."
Xie ZhengYuan smiled, "Li TieZui, that old guy, he gets too lazy when he gets older. If he doesn't sleep until midnight, he won't get up at all."
"I have already told someone that he will come directly over later. Young Hero Li Don't worry, have a sip of tea and listen to a book."
Li Yan nodded and took a sip of tea, but felt that the tea had a unique aroma and said with a smile, "Xie Dongjia is in a good mood, and I admire you from this generation."
"What's your state of mind..."
Xie ZhengYuan shook his head and said, "When I was young, I was also in a hurry, running around this Divine Land land, thinking about achieving a great career."
"But when I got older and couldn't run anymore, I realized that working hard all my life is just like that. Look at these tea drinkers, many of them are Zouma Town people, and they can't make much money on weekdays. Can't you still live comfortably with a pot of broken tea?"
"On the contrary, some of the old guys I know have disappeared long ago. They worked hard for half their lives and didn't even have the chance to relax and enjoy..."
As he said that, he ate peanuts by himself, occasionally drank tea, and listened to Quick Story on the stage, shaking his head.
Li Yan laughed dumbly, simply stopped thinking about other things, and enjoyed this long-lost leisure time...
At the other end, Sha LiFei and Long Yan'er also went out.
Zouma Town There are many caravans, mixed with dragons and snakes, and there are many hidden ID cards. They wear bamboo hats and cover their faces with black cloth, so they don't stand out.
This place is really prosperous, with small noodles, hand-cooked noodles, bean curds, and crispy snacks. Walking along the street, there are almost no duplicates in the restaurants with sheds.
Sha LiFei is eloquent, even if he is a foreigner, he can chat with people enthusiastically even if he speaks a few words. He eats and drinks sometimes, and even went to Gold Gate's fortune-telling stall and chatted with people for a long time.
Not long after, the entire Zouma Town situation was cleared.
Long Yan'er used to be a saint of Gu religion. Although she had experience in martial arts, she spent most of her time in the mountains and was protected by others when she went out. Later she went to Wushan to take refuge.
It can be said that this kind of smoke and fire in the market has never been contaminated.
Now I don't want to think about anything else, but I feel fresh.
She followed Sha LiFei without saying a word, just watching silently. When she came to a Sichuan embroidery shop, she stopped.
Sha LiFei turned around and saw Long Yan'er silently staring at the embroiderers inside, watching them threading needles and threads, and the shuttle machine whirling.
"What's the point of this?"
Sha LiFei was a little confused after stopping.
Long Yan'er was silent for a moment, "I remember that my mother was also a famous embroiderer before she died. She has been listening to this voice since she was a child."
"You say, how about I open a shop too?"
"I don't think so!"
Sha LiFei sneered and said, "These things are all inherited. It will be fresh after a few days. If you do this for a lifetime, it will bore you to death."
"I heard that factories in Jinling and Tianjin have opened, and hundreds of embroidery girls are working at the same time. You will only lose money if you go there."
"If you can enjoy happiness, who would want to suffer this trouble!"
The emotions that Long Yan'er finally aroused were suddenly destroyed. He immediately said angrily, "Then what do you think we should do? Is it possible to follow Li Yan and the others?"
"You are young and full of potential. You are not just a creature in the pond. One day you will fly to the sky. By then you will be old and can't even hold a gun. Why don't you think of a way out for yourself?"
Sha LiFei's face darkened, "Mom, you bitch, you really have to pick up the pot if you don't want to boil it. Laozi is also free!"
After saying that, he walked forward in an energetic manner.
Long Yan'er suddenly felt that he was in a good mood, and followed behind him and said, "You are such a bastard, you can't even look away, why are you pretending?"
Sha LiFei was too lazy to pay attention to her and looked around.
After they left, Lu San appeared on the opposite side. He looked at Sha LiFei's retreating figure, thoughtfully...
In the teahouse, Li Yan suddenly felt something and looked to the right.
The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs could be heard, and the sound had already arrived before anyone arrived.
"Oh, thank you, boss, for keeping you waiting."
But I saw an old man in black robe walking into the private room, with white beard and white hair, very neatly groomed, holding an iron fan and a pocket watch hanging on his chest.
She looks good, except for her mouth, which is full of protruding teeth when she smiles.
"You're quite good at talking!"
Xie ZhengYuan stood up and shook his head and said, "You never give me face. You told me in advance that you are here now."
"Ouch, I'm too old to fall asleep, I'm sorry."
It can be seen that the relationship between the two is really good.
After exchanging greetings, Xie ZhengYuan introduced him, "This is a distinguished guest from Ezhou. I want to ask you something."
"Oh?"
Li TieZui narrowed his eyes slightly, held the fan in his hands and said, "This little brother, I guess he is not an ordinary person. I am just Storytelling School. What do you want to ask?"
Xie ZhengYuan winked and asked the waiter to block the door, and then took the person out of the room in a smart way, leaving only the two people in the room.
Li Yan raised his hands seriously and said, "Senior, I'm here to ask you about 'Gray-robed Mad Monk'."
"'Gray-robed Mad Monk', I know this!"
Li TieZui laughed and slapped the iron fan on his palm, "This 'Gray-robed Mad Monk' is Tang Era, a strange person who has been hanging around the CD market all year round. He wears shabby clothes and is crazy."
"He often makes shocking remarks, and those who offend him will die inexplicably. Over time, he is regarded as a fairy by the local people, but in fact he is just a madman..."
Li Yan frowned slightly, "Senior, you should have guessed that this is not what I want to hear."
Li TieZui laughed dumbly, "What do you want to hear?"
This old man has something hidden in his heart...
Li Yan already noticed something was wrong, so he pointed it out directly, "I heard that he has the inheritance of Xing He Pu, or 'Living Underworld Messenger'..."
"Stop!"
Before he finished speaking, Li TieZui's expression changed drastically, he stood up suddenly and stared at Li Yan, "Who are you?"
Li Yan looked calm, "Senior, there is no need to worry, I have no malicious intentions, I just want to find him and ask some questions."
He became more and more certain that this old man knew some secrets.
The strange thing is that at first I could tell Cui Song and included it in the story telling, but now I keep it secret...
Could it be that something happened in the middle?
"I don't know what you're asking about, so I'll take my leave!"
On the opposite side, Li TieZui cupped his fists and turned around to leave.
"Senior, don't be anxious."
Li Yan quickly stood up and prepared to stop him.
Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly turned around, shook his iron fan, and stabbed Li Yan Chest Center Point directly.
Yoho, this old man still wants to play...
Li Yan was so happy that he stood still without moving.
He could tell that the old man was using Iron Fan Skill, which was relatively unpopular, but very powerful, and was derived from Shaolin secret routines.
This pair of iron fans looks quite substantial.
Daily practice can strengthen the body, cultivate one's moral character, and can also be used against enemies, mainly by hitting acupuncture points.
If a blade is installed, there are more changes.
Bang!
Li TieZui just wanted to force him back, but to his surprise, Li Yan refused to dodge, and the iron fan hit Chest Center Point directly.
"Ah, why don't you hide?"
Li TieZui was immediately shocked.
One of the Eight Meeting Points is also the sea of Zong Qi, and the Qi will be in the Tanzhong. If it is hit, it will cause chest tightness, coughing, and upset.
In severe cases, it can cause breathlessness, stasis of blood and Qi, and even death.
He just wanted to get away and didn't mean to hurt anyone.
But soon, Li TieZui felt something was wrong.
My iron fan weighed seven or eight kilograms, but when it hit Li Yan, Martial Power disappeared instantly like a mud cow drowning in the sea.
At the same time, Li Yan pushed forward slightly, and suddenly there was a surge of force. The iron fan in Li TieZui's hand flew up high out of control.
It is Undying Imprint Method of Li Yan.
Although this old man is a Storytelling School senior in the world, he is just an artist, and his skills are also Peak of Manifested Strength.
Li Yan Just stand here and let him hit you, and the only one who gets hurt will be the opponent.
Seeing this mysterious kung fu, Li TieZui's face was also filled with uncertainty. He clasped his fists helplessly and said, "I've made a fool of myself. This is really terrible. Why do you have to push me so hard?"
Li Yan also smiled and clasped his fists, "Senior, don't be afraid. If you have any difficulties, just tell me and I will help you solve it."
Li TieZui hesitated for a long time, but seeing that Li Yan didn't let go at all, he finally sighed, "I thought this matter was over..."
He was a little depressed. After sitting down, he took a sip of tea and said, "If I had known that it would be such a troublesome matter, I would rather not have had any contact with this matter."
"I heard about 'Gray-robed Mad Monk' by chance. Even in the legend of Strange Tales, there are few records."
"In our line of work, fresh stories are indispensable, so I inquired in many places and spent a lot of effort before I learned some things at Zhaojue Temple in Chengdu."
"Although this 'Gray-robed Mad Monk' is a monk, he has dabbled in Confucianism, Daoism, Buddhism, and witchcraft, and he also placed orders on Zhaojue Temple."
"Later, because everyone who offended him died inexplicably, Zhaojue Temple couldn't bear it anymore, so he kicked him out."
"But there was a young monk who always accompanied him. Later, this 'Gray-robed Mad Monk' died suddenly. After his death, his body emitted a strange fragrance, and the people nearby built a temple called Attendant."
"The young monk packed up the relics of 'Gray-robed Mad Monk', returned to Zhaojue Temple, and then spread the news that the other party was Living Underworld Messenger."
"I traveled all over the country, listened a lot, and knew what this Living Underworld Messenger was. I was curious, so I followed the clues to find the Gray Monk temple."
"But over time, the temple has long since collapsed. According to local people, strange things often happen in the Gray Monk temple. There are candles burning in the middle of the night, and the sound of people chanting sutras and poems can be heard."
"One more time, thunder was rolling from the sky. Local people smelled the stench and searched for it. They found a wild dog that was struck to death by lightning lying behind the temple."
"Moreover, there is a local legend that Gray Monk turned into a zombie and harmed people. Over time, no one worshiped him, and the temples became abandoned and collapsed."
"It was nothing at first. After I returned to Zouma Town, I turned these stories into country folk tales to make people laugh."
"Who knows..."
As he spoke, his eyes were full of fear, "After I told this story for a long time, one night, I dreamed of Gray Monk."
"He was blue all over, his clothes were in tatters, and his nails were long. He had turned into a zombie. I was warned not to mention him again."
"I thought it was a dream, but when I woke up, there were a pair of bare footprints on the ground in front of the bed, and the room was filled with the smell of corpses..."
"Oh?"
Li Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Didn't you invite City God Temple?"
"Found it!"
Li TieZui gritted his teeth and said, "At that time, the Chongqing Prefecture City God's Temple was still under the jurisdiction of the Daoist priests on Qingcheng Mountain, but I found them and was warned not to mention this matter again."
Li Yan thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Senior, there is no need to be afraid. Just don't mention this matter in the future. He wants to harm you, so why do you need to warn him?"
"That being said... sigh."
Li TieZui shook his head, "I have been talking about ghosts and foxes for most of my life, but I don't really believe it in my heart. I was frightened by this thing, so I decided to retire."
"Don't ever mention that it was me who said this."
"That's natural."
Li TieZui didn't seem to want to stay any longer. He stood up with a gloomy look on his face and left in a hurry.
"Young Hero Li, is there any harvest?"
After he left, Xie ZhengYuan came in to ask.
"Unfortunately, it's not what I'm looking for..."
Li Yan made a random statement, vaguely guessing in his mind.
This "Gray-robed Mad Monk" also threw away the ultimatum, chose to live in the world, and repaired Grand Yin Body Refining Art. So far, Divine Soul has not been infected.
Perhaps because he had been Living Underworld Messenger, the other party was very careful and tried his best to hide his traces.
But most people on Qingcheng Mountain know about this.
It seems that I'd better go to Qingcheng Mountain to inquire again.
After returning to the inn, it was noon, and everyone had a quick meal. As soon as Li Yan went back to his room and lay down, Lu San knocked on the door and came in.
His expression was solemn, "I have a way, maybe it can help Old Sha..."