Chapter 15 Telling stories to the people of this world, monthly tickets,
Oh oh oh... oh oh...
The chickens crow loudly in the backyard of the inn.
The golden morning light shines on the ancient city wall and spreads over the rows of houses. Smoke rises slowly from the kitchens. The streets that have been quiet all night gradually come to life.
Vendors shaking rattles shouted loudly, carrying candied haws on their shoulders, and clay figurines walked through the streets; old men pushing wheelbarrows pushed heavy objects into the distance; occasionally falling bamboo poles, and stout women shook their freshly washed clothes and cursed.
; The steamer that had just been opened on the street was steaming hot. The beggars who came over looked at it with greedy eyes, and the vendors were reluctant to leave.
"You can't even think about it!" The hawker rubbed the place where the beggar stood and quickly put on a smile to greet the approaching customers.
There was a lot of noise on the long street, and the sound shook a nearby building. In a room on the second floor of the inn with flags and flags flying, the store clerk opened the door and brought out the muddy water.
Chen Yuan put on a brand new robe, came out from behind the screen, looked at the master who was sitting by the bed with drooping eyes, took the breakfast brought by the waiter, and put it in front of the old man's nose.
Whoosh~~
The crazy old man sniffed hard, half asleep, his head drifting back and forth following the aroma in the bowl. When he heard the word "Master.", he came back to his senses.
"Hey, it's good, it smells so good!"
The old man was not so particular. He quickly grabbed the bowl and put it into his hand. He didn't mind it being hot and poured the meat porridge into his mouth. Chen Yuan packed and folded a robe beside the bed and bought it for the old man yesterday afternoon.
, after finishing that thing, they opened a guest room, poured hot water and asked him to put on new clothes. The old man was unwilling and hid in the corner holding the tattered robe as if it was killing him.
It took a lot of effort to put it on for him, but when Chen Yuan got up early in the morning, the master didn't know when he put the tattered clothes back on.
Looking at the old man eating porridge, he sat down beside him.
"Master, do you still remember your name?"
The figure who was drinking porridge suddenly froze. The old man looked at the bottom of the bowl blankly and murmured: "What is it called...what is my name..."
He turned his head and looked at the apprentice beside him.
"What did you call a teacher? You are a disciple...you should know what a teacher is called..."
How do I know your name?!
But the old man seemed to be stimulated by something. He threw away the pottery bowl in his hand, scratched his hair and walked around the room. His lips trembled rapidly, and he kept saying: "Who am I?" "What's your name?" "Who are you at home?"
"People." "Do you have any children?" "Are you handsome or not?"
Chen Yuan was afraid that the old man would think too much, and the greater the stimulation, the more he would go crazy. With his level of cultivation, no one would be able to control the situation.
"Master, forget it if you can't remember it. You see, even if you know the name, it doesn't matter, it's all chosen by people. I can call you this today, and I can call you that tomorrow, don't you think so?"
The old man who was circling in the room suddenly stopped, as if he was frightened. He looked blankly at the apprentice in front of him, reached out and pressed Chen Yuan's shoulder, and said seriously:
"Disciple still understands things, then you have to think of a nice name for me. Well, it must be loud and scary. Say it and scare them to death, haha——"
"I will give Master a good name."
Finally calming down the crazy old man, Chen Yuan exhaled, brought his bowl of porridge to the master, and asked him to sit quietly at the table and continue eating.
Immediately, he took out the wooden sculpture of Zhang Fei, who had performed in the play "Drinking the Dangyang Bridge" from the bag, and followed the spells he cast before, but there was no movement for a long time. He even threatened him again. When he came down, there was a man holding a steamed bun.
The crazy old man smiled naively.
The second master Guan can drive, why can’t the third master?
I started practicing qi that day, so I couldn't be any worse off.
What went wrong?
Chen Yuan looked at the one-foot wooden sculpture with a leopard head and eyes in his hand, frowning for a while, then suddenly figured out the joints, and slammed the table, shocking the crazy old man, and the porridge spurted out of his nose and hung on the table.
Outside, half of the steamed bun in his hand fell to the ground. He picked it up with tears in his eyes and looked at his apprentice with aggrieved eyes.
"Disciple, although my master likes you, at your age, you must not scare me."
The old man pointed to the half piece of steamed bun in his hand and added weakly.
"You have to compensate me."
However, Chen Yuan was completely immersed in his thoughts at this time, staring at the wood carving in his hand without blinking.
'It should be a wood carving opera... In Funiu Town, the second master was always used to perform operas. Everyone knows that the third master only performed it once... That's it. Maybe more people will know about them.
Talent drives...'
Sunlight passed through the window lattice. Chen Yuan stood up and walked through the beam of light that shone in. Listening to the bustling noise on the street outside, she took out "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan" from her bag, and went outside to borrow pen and paper from the store, as well as a piece of paper.
White paper.
Go back to the room, spread out the paper, write down these ideas one by one, and start planning.
"There happened to be many vacant dharma formulas in "Huangchuan Miscellaneous Mysteries". According to the content, I went to look for them, and I happened to perform a wood carving show along the way."
'Whether you can find the spells in the book or not, the wood carvings are not missing here, so you don't have to run around.'
'Just telling stories to the people of this world... Well, is this considered a cultural invasion? Will the gods of this world give me trouble?'
I simply wrote a few lines of words on the paper, and in the middle of the blank space, I drew a black dot and wrote the name of Qingshan County. I probably went to the place names in the book and then drew the line.
The crazy old man on the side was squatting on a stool with a bowl in hand, and came forward: "Apprentice, you have been tinkering for a long time, what did you write?"
"Take some notes."
Chen Yuan took the bowl in his hand and put it on the table, "Master, are you full?"
The old man nodded, then packed up his things with his apprentice, picked up his baggage and went downstairs to check out and check out the room. At this time, there was a lot of noise outside. Chen Yuan was calculating the rent with the shopkeeper and waiting for change. Several tables came.
The out-of-town merchants having breakfast here murmured about what happened in the city.
"When I came here just now, I went to the county government office, and the streets there were indeed closed."
"Seriously? Tsk tsk, the lord of a county has gone crazy for no apparent reason. Who would believe it if I tell you?"
"No, I heard that his niece is also crazy."
Chen Yuan silently took the weighed broken silver, went to the backyard to take the bullock cart and went out through the side door. Passing by the nearby streets, the neighbors fetching water stood in a circle and gathered together to whisper to each other what they heard.
news.
"You don't know that there is a mystery behind this matter."
The child who was running blindly leaned over the well and looked inside. The adults in the family pulled him back and slapped him on the buttocks. He continued to talk to an acquaintance neighbor: "His uncle's second cousin works as an errand in the county government.
People said that a bunch of bats died at the yamen gate last night, and some of the guards on duty also said that they vaguely saw people living in the backyard, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye."
"...Hey, there is really no peace in this city. The Li family died one by one in the past few days. Two days ago, Mr. Li went crazy and killed more than a dozen people in the Liu Mansion. Now the county magistrate is crazy again... Just think about it.
It’s so scary.”
"Could there be a demon causing trouble?"
"Hey, don't say it, don't say it."
The leader of a county went crazy in one night. It would be a big deal anytime. The streets, teahouses, and inns in the city were full of people talking. They had no idea what was going on inside. The news was getting more and more mysterious. What?
Chen Yuan was dumbfounded when he heard about monsters doing tricks, gods from heaven descending to earth, monsters entering the city, etc., except for the former.
"If I punish evil people with such vicious methods, is it considered good or evil?"
Chen Yuan led the bullock cart and took Master along the way. After listening for a while, he stopped listening. He went to the market outside the city, picked some wood, found an open space, took out the tools and started making a shed.
Amidst the gossip in the city, on the other side of the city, the sun shines on the door plaque with the word 'Liu Mansion' written on it. The white flags and white lanterns have not yet been taken down. In front of the crying mourning hall, the steward who hurriedly came back from outside whispered to the old woman.
I heard something rumored outside.
Big households in the city usually hear more detailed news.
When she heard that the magistrate's niece had something from Li's house in her room, the old woman who had lived for most of her life still didn't know what was going on.
"Madam, according to the news coming out of the government office, the county magistrate kept saying that he would spare his life and that he would not do evil again... and even mentioned it to our house..."
"Go down, this matter is rotten to your stomach." The old woman whispered and sent the steward away. When her son Liu Boyuan came over, she said: "Go find the best carpenter in the city and use the best carpenter."
The material is used to create a statue of immortality."
"Mom, is it for that benefactor?"
The old woman did not speak, but walked silently outside the mourning hall, looked at the sun rising among the clouds, and bowed down. "I would like to thank you, sir, for saving me, the Liu family."
The wind blew through the bells under the eaves, and the crisp sound went far outside the courtyard. Under the skylight, in the western suburbs of the city, Chen Yuan threw the tools onto the truck bed, looked at the shed erected on the truck, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
When he got into the car and chased him, he waved his whip and cracked in the air.
"Master, it's time for us to go!"
In the grass in the distance, an old man running with his pants in his arms climbed onto the side of the cart. The old cow swung its tail, pulled the shaft of the cart, and slowly walked onto the official road.
The sound of creaking wooden wheels turning stirred up dust and smoke, heading west.