This incident quickly spread throughout Shangjing, and even ordinary people knew about it.
After all, everything is fast in Shangjing, especially news.
"Isn't Mr. Chu a good person? Why was he struck by thunder?"
"I'm afraid I offended the gods and received the punishment from heaven."
"How do you talk!"
The people were talking a lot, and they couldn't help but feel a little scared. Even the shock caused by the eradication of the Seven Pests in Beijing yesterday had dissipated a lot.
In their simple values, if they hadn't done anything harmful to nature, how could they have been struck by thunder?
This was also a method used by the Taoist sect in the past. Using sky thunder to kill people can also prove that God wants to destroy you. This is the so-called murder to kill the heart.
Just as the people were talking about it, a storyteller passing by suddenly said:
"You are wrong. Mr. Chu was not struck by thunder. It was a test from the demon."
"The test of the devil?"
"Sir, please tell us."
When the people around him heard this, they gathered around one after another. They sincerely did not want to believe that Chu Qianqiu, who killed the seven evils in Shangjing, was a bad person, but the theory of karma and retribution for many years forced them to believe it.
If you didn't do anything bad, why were you struck by thunder?
Either he committed evil in his past life, or he commits crime in this life.
The storyteller saw a group of people gathered around him and said:
"Then I'll tell you."
"The eight evils in the capital are the reincarnations of heavenly demons. They should have gone through three disasters, nine disasters and ten tribulations before they could achieve evil results and become the great free heavenly demons."
"In the end, Lord Chu, the gods descended to earth, disobeyed the reincarnation of the demons, and sent them away early."
"So this demon deceived God and borrowed the sky thunder in an attempt to destroy Mr. Chu."
"Who would have thought that Mr. Chu would be protected by the Buddha and that thunder from the sky would not hurt him."
The storyteller talked eloquently, and the people suddenly understood.
After all, this explanation is obviously more reasonable than Master Chu who was killed by thunder after he eliminated the Seven Hazards of Shangjing.
"Namo Amitabha, it is indeed the Buddha who bless me."
"This demon is really evil."
"When will Mr. Chu send away the last victim in advance?"
As a result, public opinion is quietly changing.
The storyteller looked at the comments of the people with a smile, waved his sleeves, and took away not a single cloud.
When he returned home, he saw his wife coming forward with a sad face and said:
"Master, what nonsense are you talking about on the street? Be careful of what comes out of your mouth."
"I just can't stand it. I just said a few words to him. It's okay."
"At least I'm a storyteller affiliated with Zhishan Academy, so it doesn't matter. Six Doors won't come to arrest you."
Winter! Winter! Winter!
The rapid knock on the door startled the storyteller, and he almost wanted to run away.
"Master, why don't you hide it first?" the wife said in a panic.
"Don't be afraid, I'll come." The storyteller leaned carefully against the door and asked in a low voice.
"Who is it? What is it?"
"It's me, Chief Mu, good thing."
Hearing that he was an acquaintance, the storyteller opened the door. Standing outside the door was Mugu, the director of the Storyteller Association.
He is in charge of this generation of storytellers to prevent anyone from chewing their tongues.
"Mr. Mu, I didn't say anything today, just to be honest." The storyteller said carefully.
"Look, I scare you. The Six Doors are very busy right now and I don't have time to pay attention to you." Mugu, the storyteller's boss, said with a smile.
"The police officers are well aware of what you said on the street. Who made Prince Xu offend them?"
"If no one reports you, it's fine. They just turn a blind eye."
"I really want to catch you, but there is always a way to get you in."
"Don't talk about these things, let's talk about business."
"Master Mu, tell me." The storyteller said politely.
"The association recently took on a job. Someone wanted to clear Prince Xu's name and spent a lot of money. Now let's make up some stories to say that Prince Xu is a good person and bring back his reputation." Manager Mu is also a bit cheeky.
Awkward.
"Isn't this confusing right and wrong?" The storyteller was stunned.
"Try it first. Let's say ten times in a row that Prince Xu is a prodigal son who can never change his fortune. In fact, he is very kind at heart..."
"Who the hell is listening to this?"
"The money is always real. The last time you took the money, you were very happy to say that Cui Shiyou of the Cui family was a hero in the world."
"That's different."
"What's different?"
"One tael of silver per game, this is ten taels of silver, what a generous donor."
"This may not always be a good thing all year round."
Boss Mu took out a piece of silver and put it on the table.
"Think about it, can you make a hundred cents per game on a normal day?"
"Besides, it's up to the audience to believe it or not. Why do you worry about them?"
"I can't earn this money."
The storyteller really wanted to take the money, but it felt hot to his hands and heart.
"Hey, if you don't earn money, others will earn it, so that's okay."
"Everyone else agreed, but you are the only one who is being stupid."
Chief Mu shook his head and sighed, but the storyteller’s wife said:
"Mr. Mu, if you don't earn this kind of money, at least you will feel at ease."
"There's no money that can be used if you are practical. It's up to you." Boss Mu looked helpless. As soon as he walked out of the door, he turned around and said as if he had thought of something:
"By the way, last time Six Doors came to inform you that you are not allowed to make up stories or tell stories about Mr. Chu's deeds."
"Remember, nothing happened."
"The common people say it doesn't matter. There are too many and six doors can't catch them."
"But you storytellers can't tell, do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand." The storyteller made a grimace, because recently the stories about Mr. Chu have been listened to by many people and rewarded a lot. If he doesn't tell the story from today on, his income will probably plummet.
However, the warning from Six Gates cannot be taken seriously. After all, they are just a storyteller association under the gate of Zhishan Academy.
"The ancients said it well, if you speak everything, it is better to remain silent, sew your mouth shut, and not look at things you shouldn't look at. That will be a peaceful and prosperous age." Mr. Mu advised earnestly.
"I understand, I understand." The storyteller responded like a chicken pecking at rice. He did know that Mr. Mu was a good person and had always taken good care of him. He would also remember him when there were things that made money.
"As long as you understand." Director Mu was about to leave, but someone unexpectedly came running in a hurry.
"Master Mu, Master Mu."
"Manager Cui, why are you here?" Manager Mu shouted in surprise.
"An order came from the academy to build momentum for Master Chu and tell all his heroic deeds."
Manager Cui said breathlessly.
"What to do with the six doors?" Boss Mu was stunned.
"Do you think we should listen to the Six Doors or the academy?"
"Remember, we don't have to have our own ideas, we have to know how to swing."
"Whatever the superiors ask us to say, we will say it."
"You go and notify again."
Mr. Cui said with unquestionable words.
"Then, Chief Mu, should I tell you or not?"
"Tell it, tell it all, all storytellers must tell it."
"Let's talk big!" Director Mu took a deep breath.
What Chu Qianqiu did in Beijing created a storm. The wind blew back and forth, catching many noble people off guard. This also caused the people below to do things to often be at a loss, and the requirements changed.
This time the Tianlei incident caused all parties to have an unusual headache in dealing with it, thinking that he was simply a trouble maker.
But now this troublemaker came to Wanshou Temple and visited Zen Master Zuyuan, the abbot of Wanshou Temple.