Day and night tour

Chapter 72 Strolling in the Garden
"Snapped!"

The sound of ringing wood comes again,
The dreams faded away,
Liao Zhongsheng was not bitten by a dog; he was holding a meat-cutting knife and cutting out his own flesh piece by piece.

As soon as he woke up from the dream, he threw the knife on the ground, feeling sorry for his bloody body.

Yuan Buyu stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly thinking about something.

"Old Blind... No... Old Master, I bullied your disciple a few days ago. It was my fault. I am willing to admit my mistake to your disciple. I will set up eighteen tables and serve the first wine. I will kowtow to him in public. Three... nine is fine!"

Liao Zhongsheng was afraid of death and kept admitting his mistakes. Since the master did not kill him in his dream, it meant that the other party had no intention of killing him. If he begged for mercy sincerely, he might be able to escape death.

In fact, according to Yuan Buyu's habit, the matter would have ended here.

He is a storyteller who has followed his ancestors' teachings all his life - to be self-disciplined and to forgive others when possible.

I won't pursue you relentlessly.
Although his reputation was high, over the years, almost no one had actually died in his dreams. He would only torture them to a point of madness or beat them to a state of disability.

Yuan Buyu was confused, and he seemed to be talking to Liao Zhongsheng, but also to himself.

"When my master taught me martial arts, he knew that I had a strong character and didn't know how to control my strength, so he gave me the statues of the Four Heavenly Kings. The Four Heavenly Kings' harps have no strings, umbrellas have no bones, swords have no sheaths, and dragons have no scales, which represent restraint."

"I have been very restrained over the years..."

Liao Zhongsheng seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw: "Then if you can restrain yourself today, I will kowtow to your disciple to apologize!"

"Let me correct you. Zhou Xuan is not my disciple..." Yuan Buyu lowered his head, his eyes like knives, piercing Liao Zhongsheng, and said word by word: "He is my successor!"

Liao Zhongsheng's heart sank quickly from hope to the bottom of despair. As a wanderer in the world, he naturally knew the importance of being the "successor".

Most of the apprentices are like sons, and the youngest apprentice is like a son.

Successor?

That's much closer than a son.

boom!
A wake-up stick, like a hammer, hit Liao Zhongsheng between his eyebrows. Because the force was too strong, half of the wake-up stick penetrated Liao Zhongsheng's skull, causing his brain to splatter.

"If I don't kill you, the kidnapper will only haunt my apprentice!"

Yuan Buyu waved his hand, took back the wake-up stick, and repeated the same thing to Yang Moxiang and the other two crutches.

Three muffled sounds meant that three dogs’ lives were harvested.

Yuan Buyu took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood off the wake-up stick, threw the handkerchief into the house, and left quietly.

This time, for Zhou Xuan, he no longer chose to restrain himself!

Leaving the storyteller's handkerchief behind was to tell the kidnappers that the Zhou Clan's god had taken action. If they didn't want to end up like the dog king, they should stay away from Zhou Xuan, farther and farther away...

……

On the way back with Zhou Xuan, Yuan Buyu asked, "Xuan boy, do you understand what you did tonight?"

"I see. It turns out that the storyteller's dream can be so varied."

"If you want more changes, you have to raise the level of incense. Each level of incense will bring a method."

"Yeah." Zhou Xuan nodded.

After returning to the Zhou family, before the master and disciple parted ways, Zhou Xuan suddenly called out to Yuan Buyu: "Master, thank you so much for today."

Zhou Xuan felt uncomfortable, knowing that Yuan Buyu had killed a whole room of people for him today, violating his life creed of "restraint".

"I should thank you."

Yuan Buyu waved his hand and said, "Go back to your room and sleep. Remember to write a book tomorrow. The Lotus Goddess in the Lotus Temple is waiting to listen to your book."

"Ah."

Zhou Xuan nodded and went back to the house.

Yuan Buyu didn't move, but looked up at the bright moonlight, muttering to himself: "Storytellers haven't produced eight incense sticks in three hundred years, perhaps it's because of the word 'restraint'!

"Xuan boy, I really don't know who is the master and who is the apprentice between you and me! I don't teach you much, but I have learned a lot from you."

……

It drizzled in the second half of last night and there was a fine mist in the early morning. Zhou Xuan took a lantern and went to the gatehouse as usual. After checking the newspaper, he did not find the secret code of the Blood Well Society.

"When is the next meeting?"

Zhou Xuan muttered something, threw down the newspaper, ate breakfast, and went back to his room to write Liangzi.

Zhou Xuan has his own plans for lectures at the Lotus Temple.

The purpose of this kind of customized book is naturally to make the host feel satisfied.

Zhou Xuan felt that the host family should be divided into "Lady Lotus and her great-great-grandchildren". The great-great-grandchildren could tell a story of "White-eyebrowed Hero", which they would also like to listen to, but Lady Lotus might not like it.

She is old and a Buddhist, so she probably doesn't like lively books about fighting and killing. If you want her to be happy listening to the books, you may have to prepare another set of books besides Baimei's.

What book should he prepare? He hadn't decided yet and needed to think about it.

“Let’s not think about the next book yet. Let me write a few more chapters about Bai Mei’s feud.” Zhou Xuan wrote quickly.

He wrote so seriously that Lu Mingkun brought him breakfast and lunch.

"Thank you, Fifth Brother."

"Junior brother, the masters in the Jingyi Room are very dissatisfied with you now." Lu Mingkun said.

"Why?" Zhou Xuan expressed his incomprehension. He usually didn't deal with the people in the Jingyi Room, so how did he provoke them?
Lv Mingkun said with a bitter face, "The masters in our Jingyi room all work at night, but we can't hear you lecturing every night."

“……”Zhou Xuan.

"Let's talk about it one afternoon, so that our master in the ritual room can also listen to something interesting."

"I'll try my best, Fifth Brother." Zhou Xuan agreed vaguely.

……

After lunch, Zhou Xuan wrote another episode of Shuliangzi. Together with the two episodes he wrote in the morning, there were three episodes in total. His progress was pretty good.

He felt dizzy from writing so much that he put down his pen and paper and went to the outer courtyard to relax.

The sunlight on the dirt field outside the courtyard was a little strong. There was almost no one there except Xiao Fuzi, who was standing in the corner stretching her legs.

"Fuzi, are you so diligent in practicing?"

"Master thought I was stupid and punished me."

“You’ve got nothing to do anyway, why not practice with me?” Zhou Xuan’s popularity has been increasing rapidly recently, and he wanted to see if he could create fewer flaws in his dreams by using the technique of creating dreams out of thin air.

Xiao Fuzi shook his head and said that he dared not disobey his master's punishment.

"Fifty."

"It's not about the money..."

"seventy!"

"That's fine... Anyway, Master said that I have a stubborn nature... This is not the first time that I have disobeyed Master. Young Master, let's practice."

Fuzihang, if you pay more, they will really do the job!
Zhou Xuan asked Fuzi to stop and first imagined a dream about drinking tea in a teahouse in his mind.

The fans and wood blocks hit each other, and a dream came into being on the ground.

At the moment when the dream came true, the figure of the paper boatman flashed before Zhou Xuan's eyes again.

Xiao Fuzi trembled and fell asleep.

He was in a tea room, which was more like a Zen room than a tea room. The lighting was a little dim, and the walls were hollowed out, with six bronze Buddha statues placed inside.

In the center of the room, there were four futon mats surrounding a platform. A hook hanging from the beam held a teapot, and below the pot were several empty teacups filled with tea leaves.

Xiao Fuzi walked to the platform, grabbed the empty teacup, and went to pick up the teapot to pour hot water to make tea.

Before he picked up the teacup, he heard a "tick-tick" sound. He looked in the direction of the sound and found that there were drops of blood in the empty teacup.

He thought of something and looked up suddenly, and found a broken woman's face on the roof beam.

The blood was dripping from the broken cracks on the face.

"Wow...wow..."

Fuzi was so scared that he started crying.

"Could it be that there is something scary in my dream?" Zhou Xuan wanted to go into his dream to see the truth. With this thought, he took a step forward...

……

In the kitchen, Yuan Buyu's stove faced the corner of the dirt yard in the outer courtyard. Several chefs who went out to purchase goods had something to do and came back late, so they asked him to cook a few more dishes. So while he was cooking, he watched Zhou Xuan and Xiao Fuzi training outside.

"Xuan Zi is having dreams faster now, so the rapid increase in incense has some effect."

"Why is Xiao Fuzi crying again? Xuanzi's dreams always have some scary things in them..."

Yuan Buyu picked up the vinegar bottle and started to put vinegar into the dish. Suddenly, he saw that Xiao Fuzi was still dreaming, but Zhou Xuan had already walked to Xiao Fuzi's side and was talking to her.

It seemed that Zhou Xuan entered into his own dream in the middle of his dream.

"Ah? Being able to come and go freely in a dream, is this 'strolling in the garden'?" Yuan Buyu couldn't believe his eyes.

Strolling leisurely in the garden is a trick that the storyteller needs to use after three incense sticks, but Zhou Xuan actually used it easily?

"Yuantou, vinegar... vinegar... vinegar! You poured the whole bottle of vinegar on the dishes..."

The guy who serves the side dishes reminded Yuan Buyu.

(End of this chapter)