Day and night tour

Chapter 269: Storyteller's past (to be updated)

"The origin of the storyteller?"

When Zhou Xuan was promoted to the second incense stick, he saw a piece of history of Jing State.

——The last ball of fire between heaven and earth found the storyteller Bifang and asked him to spread the way of creating gods to every corner of Jingguo. After this spread, gods began to appear on the continent of Jingguo...

"The history you read is not false, but the people of Jingguo only think that the fire is the god of heaven. No... he is the will of Jingguo."

Mr. Feng said: "During this period of history, the will of the Jing Kingdom found the storyteller and blessed Bifang with the ability to know dreams, and also taught him the "Book of Will". "

"The storyteller is the first god in the world. According to the definition of the night-wandering god and the day-wandering god in Jing country, he is the first day-wandering god in the world.

The storyteller brought the law of creation of the gods to the human world. He is the servant of the will of the Well Country and also the follower of the will. "

Mr. Feng said: "The Book of Will was blessed by the will of the Well Country, and its role is also very great..."

When he was talking about these secrets, even Yuan Buyu couldn't help but listen attentively.

"This heavenly book can change the world of Jingguo."

"Change the world of Jingguo?"

Zhou Xuan couldn't believe his ears and asked in surprise.

"You heard it right." Mr. Feng said, "You condensed a heavenly book. From now on, you write down your wishes on this heavenly book, and the world of Jingguo will slowly change according to your wishes."

"Ah?!" Yuan Buyu's face was blank when he heard this, and he asked Mr. Feng: "Brother, how can you understand such a secret? Don't talk nonsense, okay?"

Yuan Buyu didn't disbelieve in Mr. Feng's character, but he felt that if the storyteller burned nine incense sticks, wouldn't he be invincible?

Even if I’m facing a god-level being, the wish I wrote directly in my little notebook…the god must die.

Didn’t the god just die that day?
By that time, being invincible really became a kind of loneliness.

"Wishes are written in the Heavenly Book, and changes are slow. The bigger your wish, the slower the change, and the more human willpower is consumed. If you use this Heavenly Book to fight the enemy, I'm afraid it won't work, and it goes against the original intention of the Heavenly Book."

Mr. Feng said: "As the servant of will, the storyteller is the supervisor of the transformation of Jingguo. He needs to use this heavenly book to make Jingguo develop in a good direction. Of course, the holder of the heavenly book must have a strong enough desire.

Three hundred years have passed. This generation's storyteller god, Bifang, has used the Book of Will. His wish is simple: to prevent the storyteller from burning eight incense sticks."

"Are you serious?" Yuan Buyu looked horrified.

He had always known that Bifang had set a trap in the hall's practice route, but he did not expect that he had used the Book of Will on the storyteller's nine incense sticks.

"His wish was real. He hoped that he would always occupy the status of the Sky God and always be the god of the storytellers. Therefore, after he wrote the Book of Will, it came into effect.
For three hundred years, storytellers have never produced a demigod of eight incense sticks, neither in the human world nor in the world of time. "

Having said this, Zhou Xuan felt as if something had suddenly become clear.

Ever since Yuan Buyu avenged him, realized the "method of tyranny", and gave up the storyteller's "restraint", he was promoted to the level of Seven Incense Sticks.

From then on, Zhou Xuan knew that there was a big pit in the storyteller's practice route.

But a big pit doesn't mean that cultivation can't go up. The Tianguan of the Gu Lao Society tried every means to prevent the disciples from raising their incense. But there are always people with super talents.

For example, the Saint Son and Saint Daughter, without using the Empty Mirror, also ascended to the Eight Incense Sticks of the Pain Sect.
There are always disciples with extraordinary talents among the storytellers. There are big pitfalls on the road to becoming a popular figure. Even if nine incense sticks cannot make it, eight incense sticks should be able to make it. However, in three hundred years, there has not even been a single eight incense stick.

It turns out that the source is in the "Book of Will".

"That's not right. If the "Book of Will" was this powerful, even if it started 1,500 or 1,800 years ago, the first Bi Fang would have written a prophecy on the book, cursing your disciples to be in the seven incense sticks forever. Was it necessary to wait until 300 years ago?"

Zhou Xuan raised an objection.

Mr. Feng said, "I have said it before, the Heavenly Book is to change the country of Jing for the better through the power of human will and under the wishes of the storyteller, not for private use."

"Then didn't this generation of Bifang use public power for private purposes three hundred years ago?"

"It's different. Since more than 300 years ago, the supervision of the will has weakened, and now it is even more decadent. It was at this juncture that the Buddha Kingdom invaded the Well Kingdom. The gods in the sky partnered with the Buddha Kingdom and dared to do such a big thing as destroying Mingjiang Mansion."

In the plan originally formulated by Mr. Feng and Mo Tingsheng, they could only utilize the millions of dead souls of Mingjiang Mansion to gather together to form a being above gods to challenge the sky god level and avenge the poor people who died in the drought in Huilang River.

Mr. Feng never imagined that when Mo Tingsheng was drawing up this plan, the Buddhist Kingdom had already signed a contract with the gods of Mingjiang Prefecture to destroy Mingjiang Prefecture.

"However, if the storyteller writes down his wish on the Heavenly Book and wants it to come true, in addition to infusing a large amount of willpower, he also needs the approval of the Sky God-level.
Smaller wishes require the approval of two gods, while larger wishes may require the approval of more than half of the gods.
If it is a huge wish, it may require the approval of all the gods in the sky.

"The Heavenly Book requires the approval of a god? That's a bit difficult... But I think I can find a bug!"

Zhou Xuan suddenly remembered that there were two divine powers now, one from Peng Hou and the other from Gui Shou.

The divine power of the ghost hand is now in the hands of Nuo God... In the hands of Nuo God, isn't that the same as being in his hands?

They are all real relatives - the Zhou family are all descendants of the Nuo god.

As for Peng Hou’s divinity, it is in Zhou Xuan’s secret realm.

With two divine attributes in hand, Zhou Xuan can specify in which hall a new god will appear, and the god will be the disciple with the highest level of incense in this hall.

"I have two godheads, so I can create two sky-level gods. If I write a smaller wish in the Book of Heaven, I don't need other gods to nod and approve it... It's much easier."

Zhou Xuan discovered that the godhead and the "Book of Will" were a perfect match.

"Zhou Xuan, listen carefully. To condense the Heavenly Book of Will, you need enough willpower. You are a good storyteller. It is not difficult to accumulate this willpower, but more importantly, the Heavenly Book is physical. It requires a Taoist's Book of Cleansing Wrongs to make it.

It is easy to accumulate vows, but it is hard to find many talismans for washing away grievances..."

"Look, what a coincidence! I actually have a copy of the Book of Cleansing Wrongs in my hand... Even the Green-robed Buddha is envious."

The Wicked Scroll in Zhou Xuan's hand came from the only Buddha in the sky.
When Zhou Xuan went to the time and space world to capture Mo Tingsheng, the Green-Robed Buddha even wanted to rely on the Taoist to come to the mortal world and snatch this talisman.

"How do you have the Book of Cleansing Wrongs?" Mr. Feng told Zhou Xuan the secret of the "Book of Will". He originally thought that it might take Zhou Xuan several years to condense the Book of Will.
After all, there are not many Taoists walking in the world. Even if you meet one, it will take at least eight incense sticks to kill him. It is not easy to kill one.
But he never expected that Zhou Xuan had a talisman on him.

"Well, it was thanks to my hard-working hands that I was able to save up this talisman."

Zhou Xuan never mentioned that this book of clearing grievances was brought back to the Zhou family by the "original owner Zhou Xuan". He was lying on the bed and took the book in his hand.

"Great, great, the timing is great. With the "Book of Will" in hand, you are worthy of being a storyteller who has cultivated to the ninth level of incense."

"Brother, how did you comprehend the Heavenly Book of Will? I have also burned seven incense sticks, but why can't I comprehend it?"

Yuan Buyu was still curious, so he asked.

If Jingguo wants to understand the secret, it is after burning seven incense sticks. The higher the incense, the more he will understand.

But Yuan Buyu and Mr. Feng both belong to the seven incense sticks. There is no reason why the senior brother understood it but the junior brother cannot.

"Junior brother, I once briefly touched the eight incense sticks."

"When did you touch the eight incense sticks?" Yuan Buyu asked.

"When we two killed the master together." Mr. Feng said calmly.

Zhou Xuan frowned when he heard this and turned to look at Yuan Buyu: "Master, you are a master-killer? You are quite vicious, aren't you?"

"It's all a misunderstanding." Yuan Buyu was also embarrassed to face the past, so he made up an excuse.

Fortunately, Zhou Xuan was not a gossip lover who randomly asked for information, and he trusted Yuan Buyu's character very much - if Yuan Buyu killed his master, it would mean that his master was a person who deserved to be killed.

"Zhou Xuan, I have told you everything I know. I also know that you want to use my body as a sacrifice. You also have some questions to ask about the food in my body. When I die, you can take everything as my reward for helping me to avenge myself."

When Mr. Feng said this, he turned around and glared at Mo Tingsheng fiercely.

His words showed his determination to die, and he also hoped that Zhou Xuan could leave for a short time.

But Zhou Xuan understood his intention and did not leave.

"I want to ask you now." Zhou Xuan asked Mr. Feng: "The descendant of the god who finally polluted Mingjiang Zulong was "Shizi". The birth of this descendant should be attributed to Shi Weitian. How was he born?"

"I don't know." Mr. Feng said, "Many of my memories were eaten by Shi Wei Tian, ​​including the memory of how he gave birth to his offspring."

"Then I have nothing to ask."

After Zhou Xuan glanced at Yuan Buyu, he turned and left the cell.

……

A folding fan slipped out from Yuan Buyu's wide sleeves. His hand holding the fan was shaking a little, not because of fear, but because of excessive sadness.

He and Mr. Feng had the same master.

The master only looked up to Mr. Shangfeng and taught him the storyteller's skills, but he looked down on Yuan Buyu and even deliberately delayed Yuan Buyu's future.

Mr. Feng and Yuan Buyu were very good friends before they came to pay homage. Mr. Feng looked down on Yuan Buyu, so he taught him Taoism in private.

"Brother, when you returned to your sect from the Corridor River, it would have been great if you had not set up the Kidnappers Hall."

"I have a great grudge, so how can I not take revenge? I just regret that I listened to Mo Tingsheng and recognized the wrong enemy all these years."

After Mr. Feng came out of seclusion, he arrived at Huilang River. After hearing about the tragedy in Fengjiazhuang, he met Mo Tingsheng.

Mo Tingsheng pretended that his family and clansmen had also died in the drought. In order to gain Mr. Feng's trust, he also showed his Buddha image "Taiping Scale" and later told Mr. Feng that he saw with the Taiping Scale that the drought was a dirty business of several gods in Mingjiang.

Mr. Feng believed it and wanted revenge, but at that time, he was not too radical about revenge. He returned to the sect with Yuan Buyu and asked his master, who was waiting anxiously, to contact the temple god Bifang and ask Bifang to ask the god of Mingjiang Mansion for an explanation.

"How dare you! We respect the gods, not our slaves. Are you worthy of contacting the gods for your trivial matters?"

"That's not a small matter. That's the lives of hundreds of people in Fengjiazhuang and tens of thousands of souls who died in the drought in Huilang River."

"Master, please help Second Brother." Yuan Buyu also requested.

"It's still the same little thing. I named you "Mo Yan" because I hope you can control yourself. Only restraint can be the magic weapon for us storytellers to practice.
Feng Moyan, you asked me to ask Bifang for help for the trivial matter of Huilang River. That is not restraint. How can the incense be further promoted in the future?"

The master disagrees.
Yuan Buyu and Mr. Feng knelt down and begged. The confrontation lasted for two hours. Finally, Mr. Feng's last bit of patience was worn out.

He stood up, showed his folding fan, and said, "Master, please."

"What do you mean?"

"Among the storytellers, only the hall master can communicate with Bifang. If I kill you, I will be the hall master."

Mr. Feng didn't wait for his master to respond and started fighting him to the death. Both of them were experienced storytellers, and the fight was a life-and-death struggle.

The master had a dream of Buddha, in which the blue-robed Buddha stepped on Mr. Wind.

Mr. Feng also had a dream about Buddha, in which he took on the form of the Seven-Leaf Venerable and carried the Blue-Robed Buddha.

But the master was an old hand after all, with more experience. After fighting for dozens of rounds, Mr. Feng was at a disadvantage.
Seeing that Mr. Feng was in danger, Yuan Buyu, who had been brainwashed by "restraint", finally stood by his best friend. He also showed his folding fan. At that time, he had six incense sticks and attacked his master by surprise. He broke his master's defense by using the method of gods entering dreams.
The master's defense was breached and Mr. Feng succeeded in one strike.

"Yuan Buyu, I never thought that you are a storyteller who only has six incense sticks. Did Feng Moyan teach you the Dao? How can a lowly person like you learn the Dao? You should be a miserable bitch who tells stories to support your family for the rest of your life!"

The master was badly hurt, but he still taunted.

Yuan Buyu's eyes turned red with irritation, and he wanted to stab his master's throat with his folding fan, but was stopped by Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng said to the master lying on the ground: "If you don't teach me, I can't delay my junior brother's talent."

After saying this, he stabbed his master's throat with his folding fan.

Looking at the blood on the folding fan, Mr. Feng sighed and said, "Junior brother, please go out. I want to see Bifang."

After Yuan Buyu left,

Mr. Feng's incense began to break through unexpectedly. He killed his master out of hatred, secretly conforming to the domineering method, and unexpectedly broke through the confinement inadvertently and was about to enter the Eight Incense Sticks.

He might become the first storyteller to break through the Eight Sticks of Incense in three hundred years, but before he passed the promotion ceremony, he realized the existence of the "Book of Will" and even realized that this generation's Bifang used the book to seal the hopes of promotion for all the disciples in the hall.

He even saw Bifang's appearance in the secret realm.

Bi Fang showed a ferocious look and was full of murderous intent. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with this disciple who was about to break through to the Eight Incense Sticks level, and he wanted to kill him as soon as possible.

Mr. Feng harbored a great hatred, so he naturally could not just die like that, but he had already uncovered Bifang's conspiracy - the Heavenly Book had blocked the way forward for his disciples, so Bifang would not let him off.

And he also knew at this moment that with Bifang's character, she would never help him with revenge no matter what.

Mr. Feng wanted revenge, so he killed his master and faced Bifang directly, but now his master is dead and Bifang has also seen it. What he has to do is to survive.

His incense was linked to Bifang. No matter where he ran to, Bifang would find him and hunt him down through Bifang's Taoist priests. Bifang would even come directly through the Taoist priests and kill him, a disciple who had just been promoted to the rank of Eight Incense Sticks.

Mr. Feng acted decisively, broke his own incense stick, pulled the broken incense stick out of his body, saved his useful body, and escaped.

As for how he later rebuilt the incense stick, became a renegade, and formed the notorious "Knapping" sect with Mo Tingsheng, that is a story for later.
Yuan Buyu was worried about Mr. Feng, so when he entered the house again, he saw a broken incense stick. The incense had lost its spirituality and was as lifeless as stone or tile.

Yuan Buyu went to look for Mr. Feng, but he did not find him. From then on, he did not know where Mr. Feng had gone...

Now, time has passed, and Yuan Buyu is holding the folding fan in his hand, ready to take Mr. Feng's life. Thinking back to their past friendship, how can he not be so sad that his hands are shaking.

"Junior brother, back then, you lost your mind after being mocked by the master and wanted to kill the master. Do you know why I stopped you?"

"Killing the master is a great sin, you don't want me to bear it." Yuan Buyu said.

"Then today, do you know why I want you to kill me?"

"I don't know."

"Because I am a traitor who killed my master, a villain who established kidnapping, and a sinner who is intolerable to this world, I will die in your hands."

Seeing that Yuan Buyu had no intention of taking action, Mr. Feng supported himself on the ground with his hands, raised his head high, leaped forward, and hit his throat on Yuan Buyu's folding fan.

"Senior Brother." Yuan Buyu loosened his hand, and his folding fan was stuck in Mr. Feng's throat.

He quickly squatted down and helped Mr. Feng up, but tears couldn't help but flow down.

Mr. Feng reached out his hand, gently supported Yuan Buyu's shoulders, and said, "We are brothers. I will bear the infamy, but you should accept the good reputation... My life... has been wonderful enough..."

Before he could finish his words, his hand slipped weakly from Yuan Buyu's shoulder.

Yuan Buyu's eyes were red and he looked up. He recalled many scenes... When he was a child, he and Mr. Feng carried their own cured chicken and fish, and carried condiments and pots and bowls to go for an outing in the suburbs.

Mr. Feng is different from other storytellers.

Many disciples joined the storyteller's hall because this hall was powerful enough and had an incredible reputation - the leader of the nine ancient halls and the first sun-wandering god in the world.

Mr. Feng simply liked to tell stories. After he cultivated the ability to have no distance between humans and humans and was no longer afraid of Bifang's pursuit, he went to the Mingjiang Grand Theater to tell stories. He went there every day without missing a show, and earned the reputation of "the number one storyteller" in Mingjiang Prefecture.

When they went outing, Yuan Buyu took garlic sprouts and chili peppers and fried cured chicken and cured meat, while Mr. Feng imitated the storytellers in the county town and told Yuan Buyu stories.

After listening to Mr. Feng's book, Yuan Buyu said, "You should become a storyteller in the future."

Mr. Feng tasted Yuan Buyu's bacon with garlic sprouts and said, "You should be a cook in the future."

This is like two flowers blooming, each showing its own beauty. How can the complicated things in the world compare to the prophecies coming out of a baby's mouth?
Many years later, Mr. Feng became a talented storyteller and was noticed by his mean-spirited master, who passed on his skills to him.

After being disheartened, Yuan Buyu went to Zhou's troupe and became a cook.

"Brother, once I take out the food from your body, I will have my disciple send your body to the Corridor River... You are too naive. You are just a stick of incense without any distance in the world. If you want to be a sacrifice for my disciple, I will not even look down on you."

Yuan Buyu's words are erratic, while Lao Liu's are unrestrained and free-flowing. The combination of the two, on the contrary, brings out a strong sense of sadness.

……

Zhou Xuan was waiting outside the cell door.

"Creak" sound,
The door opened,
Yuan Buyu walked out, and Mr. Feng's body was already neatly placed on the stone bed in the cell, with his hands on his chest.

"Master, I am sorry for your loss."

"No need to mourn. My senior brother said that he has lived a wonderful life."

Zhou Xuan nodded and said, "It is indeed wonderful."

Mr. Feng was very smart since he was young. After he worshipped incense, he became the designated successor of the storytelling hall. After removing the incense, he became a human without barriers. With a folding fan, he killed several bone elders in one day. When he was telling stories in Mingjiang, he became famous.
Success seemed to always be with him, and more importantly, Mr. Feng also had a close friend throughout his life.

"Xuan Zi, Master, I have a wish."

"I understand. You want to take Mr. Feng back to Pingshui Prefecture. No problem. Take out Food for Heaven, and I will ask someone to send his body to Huilang River."

Yuan Buyu's voice trembled again. He didn't know what blessing he had suffered, as his first half of life was always unlucky - when he was a storyteller, he was looked down upon by his master, who took in four apprentices, three of whom betrayed him, and the one who didn't betray him was sealed in a blood well, and they have been separated from each other ever since.

He originally thought that this was the end of his life, but who would have thought that in his later years he would have accepted a good disciple, who was an excellent lecturer and made rapid progress in his cultivation. More importantly, this disciple was very stylish in his conduct and actions.

"Alright, Master, you can go back to Pingshui Mansion first. I, Zhou Xuan, dare not say anything else, but my promise comes first. I said I will not touch Mr. Feng's body, so I will not touch Mr. Feng's body."

"Thank you very much."

After Yuan Buyu forced a smile, he was pulled back to the Zhou family group by Zu Shu.

Zhou Xuan entered the room and said to the painter, "Old Hua, send Mr. Feng and Mo Tingsheng to Huifeng Medical College."

"You sent Mr. Feng to the medical school to remove the White Walker from his body. Why did you bring me there?"

Mo Tingsheng was very frightened. He was not as free and easy as Mr. Feng, and he valued his life very much.

Zhou Xuan squatted beside him, poked his finger between his eyebrows, and said, "As for you, your incense is too low, but there is some Buddha spirit in your body. I will keep it for Yazi. However, your Buddha statue Taiping Scale is indeed valuable. I will ask Fifth Brother to cut it out and see who to replace it with."

"You...you can't dissect my Buddha-like appearance."

"Others may not be able to do this, but my fifth senior brother will definitely be able to do it. He is the best swordsman in Mingjiang Prefecture."

Buddha appearance is what the Buddhists call it, while the people of Jing call it "psychic characteristics."

Mo Tingsheng's peace scale can measure whether a world is peaceful. If this "psychic characteristic" is used properly, it will probably play a huge role.

"Don't waste it." Zhou Xuan stared coldly at Mo Tingsheng's brow...

ps: My good brothers, I have paid back what I owe you, muah.

(End of this chapter)