The real young master is also the real devil

storyteller

Buzhou Mountain, the foot of Shishan Mountain, the Special Forces Office.

In a simple one-story house, several people sat in the yard and talked:

"I don't know who the special executive will be in this year's rotation."

"I heard that there are a few more talented newcomers in the subordinate office. If they are absorbed into the special executive office, they may be able to take turns."

"That's great, I'm tired of seeing your old faces every day."

"Oh, don't think about it. When Senior Brother Cheng came down the mountain, people from the Kunlun Garrison specially came. The latest news I heard is that there is a Taoist talisman genius in that group of newcomers."

"Alas……"

Several people shook their heads regretfully.

As we all know, the talents of Fu Dao are dying nowadays, even the little Taoist priests who can only draw low-level talismans are well protected, let alone the officially recognized geniuses of Fu Dao, it is absolutely impossible for such a treasure to come to Buzhou Mountain for adventure.

"But the fat and water don't flow into the field of outsiders. The office is not the special executive. When we go out, we will have our own talisman teacher. There are three middle-level talismans that we can pick up at random!"

"Wow, you are so greedy. I don't have high requirements. Just send me one of the mid-level evil talisman and fire talisman every month, and I will be satisfied."

"Your requirements are too low, isn't it? When someone enters the special enforcement office, he will be the youngest in our department. You have to show more filial piety to your brothers. Let's get three of these evil spirit talismans too!"

Several people giggled while talking, as if they had foreseen a bright future.

Only one monk who was sitting aside from the beginning to the end was unmoved, and even snorted coldly: "Genius of the Dao of Talisman? There are no geniuses of the Dao of Talisman in the wild nowadays, and they are still in the low spirit world. I'm afraid it's not an exaggeration."

A few people were silent. To be honest, they also felt that the possibility was not high, but the authenticity of the news from the garrison was higher than that of other places, and people tended to avoid disadvantages. Naturally, they hoped that it was true. Hmph, I suddenly calmed down again, but I felt that the possibility was unlikely.

One of them laughed and said, "It's really not accurate if this person didn't come, so let's stop talking. I heard that the shopkeeper Zhang invited Mr. Ouyang to write a book again today. Why don't we go quickly? There is no place for us when we go late."

The monks stationed at Buzhou Mountain are all monks above the Nascent Soul stage. However, from the foot of the mountain to the mountain, and then to the two peaks, the distribution of evil spirits is different, and the monks stationed are also different. In addition to the office at the foot of the mountain, there are also mountainsides. There are many resting places such as the top of the mountain, but there is only one place for entertainment, and that is Wangshan Tower.

It is said that Wangshan Tower was opened by disciples of Tianshan Mountain. The tea and dishes inside are not very good, but most of them are aura. Storytelling has become a thing of the past in the low-spirit world, but the high-spirit world still retains a lot of traditional entertainment, but whether it is for monks in the high-spirit world or the low-spirit world, this entertainment is all entertainment.

It can be said that, except for some ascetic monks and garrisoned monks who were unable to go down the mountain that day, Mr. Ouyang said that all monks who were not on duty in Buzhou Mountain would be gathered on that day.

Wangshan Building

Shi Qian leaned on the lacquered pillar with his chest folded, seemingly looking at the scenery, his eyes wandering around: "How come this Buzhou Mountain is so guarded, you can't even sneak in."

Li Mengchun rolled his eyes: "Everyone said that it's fine to just break in. It's just me in the stage of transforming into a god, and Bai... in the stage of crossing the catastrophe. I can't break in."

Shi Qian clicked his tongue: "Then you go and see if you show your cultivation at the stage of transformation, then Liu Buyu, who doesn't know if it's real, will come to arrest you."

Li Mengchun stopped talking.

Bai Xuzhi glanced downstairs, "The situation is wrong."

Shi Qian sat up straight, "What's wrong?"

Bai Xuzhi: "There are too many people."

Shi Qian followed his gaze, and saw monks coming in twos and threes, whether they were guarding swords or walking, they all had the same purpose.

He was stunned: "Didn't you say that Liu Buyu was standing by the top spring? His sensory coverage is so great? Does that mean we're here?"

Li Mengchun rolled his eyes again, let out a laugh, and when both of them looked over, he said: "This building is the Wangshan Building, there will be storytellers at this time of the month, and they come here for this. You two think so much...here, that is the storyteller Mr. Ouyang."

Li Mengchun raised his chin and looked towards the desk under the landscape screen in the middle of the downstairs, where an old man with long gown and white beard was already sitting there.

Shi Qian: "From the high spirit world?"

Li Mengchun held grudges: "Not necessarily, wearing long gowns is not necessarily the high spirit world, and now restaurants still wear cheongsams for the atmosphere, which is from the Qing Dynasty?"

Shi Qian clicked his petty eyes, but propped his chin and looked down with great interest, wanting to see what interesting stories this modern storyteller can tell.

Before he was asked to wait long, the first and second floors of the Wangshan Building gradually filled up. Mr. Ouyang also took out his folding fan and fanned it slowly a few times, and the whole Wangshan Building became quiet.

His old voice also gently spread throughout the building: "Thousands of years ago, the world of comprehension was chaotic and infighting, and there were demon clans invading. It can be said that there was endless turmoil. It was all because of one person who won the short-term peace."

What the monks here love to hear most is the story of geniuses born thousands of years ago. This opening is even more fascinating. Some people can't help but say: "Who is it?"

Mr. Ouyang slapped the fan, but didn't let it go: "Zhenjun Yaoling."

A young monk frowned and said, "I've heard of him. He was born in a family but joined the Tianshan sect. He killed his master to prove the Tao even though he had a bright future. He slaughtered countless cultivators. He is a crazy bad person. I also heard that The Immortal Venerable and the Demon Emperor fought for him for a hundred years, and they both retreated until they were both injured."

Mr. Ouyang shook his head: "It's wrong, it's wrong, that one..."

The storyteller stopped suddenly, as if lost in memory.

Shi Qian didn't expect to hear this story from himself. Thinking about those old things who yelled at him thousands of years ago, cursing and cursing at every turn, he was very peaceful, and smiled lazily with his chin: "What's wrong with that one?"

The storyteller came back to his senses, looked at Shi Qian, and said with a smile: "That one, he is the most amazing, beautiful, kind and considerate little fairy I have ever seen."

Shi Qian slipped his hand and his chin almost fell to the ground.

Facing Li Mengchun's strange eyes with a suppressed smile, he coughed and sat up straight: "Why did you say that, sir?"

The young monk who spoke before also said: "Yes, why is what Mr. Ouyang said different from what I heard?"

Mr. Ouyang: "Is that a gust of wind that you heard from somewhere, or is seeing what I see?"

The monk stopped talking, and Shi Qian glanced at Mr. Ouyang in astonishment, why didn't he remember seeing such a person.

"This old man has met Daoist Yaoling, but Daoist Yaoling didn't know me. This is not a strange thing thousands of years ago. Many people who have seen Daoist Yaoling have been helped by him, and most of them have been helped by him invisibly. I am one of them."

"I especially remember that day..."

When he came out of Wangshan Tower, Shi Qian didn't speak.

Bai Xuzhi's hand clasped on his wrist slowly descended, interlocking his fingers.

Li Mengchun also pursed his lips, and comforted clumsily: "You see, right and wrong are right and wrong, and people are free to let those people say things that turn the world upside down. Someone will always remember your kindness and everything you have done."

In fact, Mr. Ouyang didn't say anything big, but it was just a very small thing that Shi Qian had experienced in the past.

It was not long after he went down the mountain to practice. On the way to Xizhou to subdue the demons, he passed a small town. There were no demons in the town, but officials of the common people and Taoist priests pretending to be ghosts. However, it was the combination of the two that made the locals The lives of the people are unspeakable, the officials plunder the people's fat, the Taoist priests bully men and women, the people dare not resist, and can only live in numbness.

At that time, Shi Qian just lowered his flying sword and wanted to take a drink. Naturally, he couldn't see this kind of thing. He punished the local officials and killed the demon. He died tragically in the previous resistance, leaving only a town of old and weak women and children, and they stayed.

Later, he helped build collapsed houses and abandoned schools, and temporarily worked as a teacher, county magistrate, and labor force for various families when there was no one else.It wasn't until my uncle personally sent new officials to garrison here that he arranged a protective formation and left.

For Shi Qian, these were just trivial things, and he never remembered them again, but he never expected that the children in that town would gradually grow up, some would study and become officials, and some would be successful in cultivation. Ben Dongxi, the only thing that remains the same is that he has continued to speak for him in these thousand years.

Mr. Ouyang is just one of them, and he is also the longest-lived one among them.