Day and night tour

Chapter 57 God in the Dream
"Um...what if the third incense stick doesn't work?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Then light the fourth incense stick!" Yuan Buyu gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence.

Oh, isn't this a silly wife kneading dough? If there's too much water, add dough, if there's too much dough, add water, water and dough are endless...

"You are such a weird kid. There are so many things about you that I don't understand."

Yuan Buyu admitted it honestly, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I'd better do something I can figure out."

After a breakfast of two steamed buns, two bowls of noodle tea, a bowl of beef noodles and a cup of soy milk, Yuan Buyu took Zhou Xuan to the outer courtyard to teach him the real skills of a storyteller.

Seeing this, several apprentices from the opera troupe who were training their voices went back to their rooms to practice, leaving the yard free.

Yuan Buyu first taught Zhou Xuan how to hold a folding fan and a wake-up stick.

“You have to learn this, too?”

"We are both gods and artists. When we perform, we must stand and sit properly. When we appear on the stage, we must be spirited.

When you open a fan like this, it should open crisply, and the fan blade should not hit the clothes, making them look messy..."

After correcting his facial expressions and movements, Zhou Xuan opened his folding fan and hit the wake-up stick with style.

"Such a talented person."

Yuan Buyu opened his folding fan with a snap, and walked around Zhou Xuan to start the second lesson: "The storyteller is the first person in Jing Country to hear the oracle. The gods are by your side, so be careful with your words and actions, and be self-disciplined and cautious in everything you do."

"What is the content of the oracle?"

Zhou Xuan's focus was strange.

"It's too long ago, it hasn't been passed down."

Yuan Buyu put away his folding fan, patted Zhou Xuan on the shoulder, and said, "Speaking of skills, what is the reason why we storytellers can make the audience so fascinated by our stories?
We use our voices as bricks, our bodies as beams, and our expressions as tiles to build an invisible and intangible daydream house with stories. The audience is intoxicated in the dream house until the wake-up stick is struck and the story ends, only then do they wake up from their dreams.

The storyteller’s skill is this daydream.”

"Were the cliff rock, thunder, strange hand, and folding fan yesterday all daydreams?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"of course."

"But I don't think it's a dream. I can feel their power. Take the thunder for example. If it struck an inch lower, it could have cut off my nose. And the folding fan, if it had used a little more force, it could have stabbed me to the core... I shouldn't be able to kill people in a dream!" Zhou Xuan still felt his heartbeat rising as he recalled that scene.

"If I were in your dream, it would be difficult to kill you! But this daydream was created by me through magic... This is my dream."

Yuan Buyu stared at Zhou Xuan: "What do you mean by a dream in plain sight? I use my power of perception to create my dream. In this dream, I am the master. I can make the wind blow when I want it to blow, I can make the thunder fall when I want it to fall, and I can make someone die when I want him to die!

The art of dreaming runs through the storyteller's nine incense sticks. During the first stick of incense, the dream is just an illusion. During the second stick of incense, the dream has a form. What others touch, hear, see and hear in your dream is no different from reality...

...If you burn the ninth stick of incense, your daydream is no longer a dream that is created, you yourself are the dream!

At this level, you are the only god in the dream, and every thought of yours can invade and pollute the people trapped in your dream!"

Zhou Xuan was fascinated by what he heard, especially the story about the dream god in the ninth candle.

"Old Yuan, have you burned nine incense sticks?"

“Not even close.”

"Has anyone ever burned nine sticks of incense in the storyteller's hall?"

"Um... three hundred years... For three hundred years, no storyteller has ever offered eight sticks of incense."

“……”Zhou Xuan.

If number eight hasn’t even come out, then forget about number nine.

"So you've never been a dream god, yet you told me you were obsessed with it."

"Don't be naughty. Eat your meal one bite at a time. First, you should master the means of dreaming, and then we can talk about the Dream God."

Yuan Buyu told Zhou Xuan about the storyteller's skills, and then began to talk about how to accumulate incense and Taoism. "The heart incense is inserted in the incense burner in your secret realm, and the fire on the incense is the incense.

The stronger the incense, the faster the incense burns, and the faster your secret ship sails.

After burning the first incense stick, your boat will reach the incense head of the second incense stick. After finding the new incense head, it still depends on whether your incense is strong enough.

If the incense is strong enough, you can light the second stick immediately. If it is not strong enough, you need to nourish the incense before you can light it.

When you light a new incense head, you will go from burning one incense stick to burning two incense sticks, and your level will naturally rise, and your Taoism will naturally become deeper.

The higher the level of incense, the more techniques the hall can master, and the basic techniques can be made more sophisticated.

Therefore, when it comes to the disciples' performance, the level of their dedication is extremely important.

The incense you lit yesterday still has some power, which can support you to sail in the secret realm for seven or eight days, but from now on, you have to take the initiative to accumulate incense."

Zhou Xuan carefully memorized all the knowledge points in his mind.

Yuan Buyu said again,
"Incense is almost equivalent to magic. So how do you collect incense? Go on stage and give lectures!

The bigger the stage you stand on, the more audiences will appear below you. After being fascinated by your performance, they will want to admire you. This is a kind of vow power.

Each person has a wish power, and when there are more people, the accumulated power can become a considerable amount. The wish power can serve as fuel to make the incense burn more vigorously. "

Oh.
Zhou Xuan suddenly realized that this is how incense is collected. No wonder the White Ghosts use the Buddhist name to recruit believers and open new temples. They just want to absorb the wishes of believers and disciples to collect incense.

"The White Walkers eat both ends. The power of wishes can increase the incense, and the flesh and blood soul bones with spirituality can also increase the incense if eaten."

Yuan Buyu added: "After you become a psychic, you will be able to read faces. This is the psychic feature that storytellers dream of the most. It can make it easier to collect incense."

Afraid that Zhou Xuan would not understand, Yuan Buyu explained: "Storytelling is different from singing opera and crosstalk. When singing opera, the audience can cheer loudly, and when crosstalk tells interesting things, the audience will laugh out loud.

But when telling a story, the audience is so enchanted by it that they are almost silent throughout the whole show. Whether they like it or whether they truly appreciate it is all hidden in their hearts. Who can know?
If you want to tell a story well, you need experience. Only when you have performed on stage more often and accumulated enough experience, can you know whether the audience likes to listen, whether they appreciate you, and whether you have accumulated more incense.

Therefore, a normal storyteller needs to study for ten to fifteen years, and wait until his storytelling performance is mature and wonderful, before he can increase the speed of accumulating incense to a considerable level.

But often by this time, both the person and the book have grown old, and many years have been wasted.

You are a good reader. When you are telling a story, you can see the audience's faces, whether they are bored or excited, or their thoughts are wandering with the characters in the book.

When you are doing a physiognomy, as long as you notice that the audience thinks your story is not exciting, you can adjust the content of the book and performance skills in time and still win applause. After a storytelling session, the number of readers will increase incredibly quickly.

With more incense, your level will naturally rise quickly. You are simply the chosen one of our storytellers."

Zhou Xuan was excited after hearing this and wanted to put it into practice immediately.

"So I will learn the dream method now?"

"If you want to learn the dream method, you need to find a sparring partner... Use your perception to create a dream around your sparring partner and see if the other person can detect the flaws in your dream."

Yuan Buyu said this and then said, "But I can't be your sparring partner. My level is too high. No matter what kind of dream you have, it will be broken with one poke. It's best to find an apprentice in a drama troupe."

"Can we find an outsider? Aren't you afraid of the secret being leaked?" Zhou Xuan was a little worried.

"They have never worshipped the storyteller, so even if they know the dream-generating method, it is useless. Let's go find it."

……

"Xiao Fuzi, you are lucky today. The young master will personally help you dream."

Zhou Xuan found Xiao Fuzi who had helped him clean the house.

"Young Master, my master told me to practice martial arts and I can't dream." Xiao Fuzi rejected Zhou Xuan's invitation.

"Forty dollars!"

"It's not that I'm greedy, it's that I just like to dream." Xiao Fuzi has no resistance to money...

(End of this chapter)