I didn't intend to be a Fairy

As the night gradually deepened, the oil lamp moved into the house.

Song You sat in front of the table and lowered his head to write, while the sanhuamao lay on the window sill, put his face close to the middle of the window, and looked at the sky outside through the narrow gap.

While watching, he talked to the Taoist priest behind him without looking back.

"Why did you explode that during Chinese New Year?"

"Fireworks?"

"Yes."

"nice."

"right."

"It's very simple."

"Does the year only come once a year?"

"Of course."

"It would be nice if it could be done twice."

"How did Empress Sanhua spend the Chinese New Year?"

"I lived in the temple."

"How's it going?"

"In the temple."

Song You didn't feel annoyed or helpless, just continued to write, the string of the pen was shaking, and at the same time patiently, without raising his head, he continued to ask: "What's the difference from usual?"

"Eat a lot of meat, catch a lot of mice."

"Are you caught during Chinese New Year?"

"Yes."

"Hard."

"A little bit."

Song You couldn't help but look up at her.

The little cat's eyes were wide open, round and aimed at the slit. The fireworks outside the window were very sparse, but she was reluctant to blink.

It's an honest poor cat.

But this is the way it is these years. Even in times of peace and prosperity, the brilliance of fireworks belongs to only a few people.

New Year's Eve also belongs to only a few people.

If you don’t believe me, listen carefully——

When the wind and rain are gone in the middle of the night, people are called to sell glutinous rice balls every night.

...

The second year of Mingde, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

After eating glutinous rice balls, Song You walked along the street and came to Beiwazi, Yunshuopeng.

Perhaps because of the first day of the Lunar New Year, even though Song You came early, the Yunshuo Shed was almost full, so this time I was given ordinary money, so I could only sit in an ordinary seat.

Order a pot of tea as usual, sit down and taste it slowly.

He only heard Mr. Zhang cough twice, and then started again.

"Happy New Year, gentlemen.

"As mentioned earlier, Chen Ziyi's surprise troops went straight to Ayanqi's lair. Saibei had no choice but to send people to make peace, cede land and pay compensation, and surrender to me. This battle ended with me, Dayan, winning! In this battle, Marshal Ma Employing people well, who is the biggest contributor, Chen Ziyi will do his part!"

Song You sat with tea and listened quietly.

Today is the last battle of Lanshui.

Just right, there is a beginning and an end.

It's only two quarters of an hour once, but it can't last an afternoon.

"This is the story of General Chen Ziyi for the time being. The general is still guarding the north. He is so frightened that the Saibei people dare not go south to herd horses. His legend continues! Tomorrow we will talk about ghosts and ghosts, and the little old man will charge you no matter what the weather is." It’s expensive, earning a living to support the family, the gentlemen are comfortable listening to it and hope to continue to support it!”

This story is finished.

I saw Mr. Zhang picked up the tea bowl, took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner, and then looked at the guest officers under the stage: "I still have some time in the afternoon, so I will tell you some scattered stories. If you have something you want to hear , or if you haven’t heard it before and want to listen to it again, you can also talk about it, as long as everyone is willing to listen, the old man will talk about it.”

Immediately someone shouted from below, saying that they wanted to hear about Master Guanghong of Tai'an Temple last fall.

As soon as the voice came out, there was a sound of echo.

"good!

"Then the old man will tell the gentlemen what the old man knows, and if there is anything wrong, please correct it.

"Ahem!"

The old gentleman cleared his throat and started talking again.

I only heard the old man talk about the thief who escaped from the earth, even from the experience of the thief who escaped from the earth before he stole, and finally talked about Master Guanghong, who met a young descendant in the temple by chance, and said that he was in the Buddha. In front of him, the repentance spontaneously ignites, and when it comes to Luo Butou solving the case, Yi is shocked immediately.

Song You was drinking tea below, still listening quietly.

Although he is an important participant in the case of Master Guanghong, what he knows is not as detailed as the old man. In addition, the old man is very skillful, with exquisite words, wonderful sentence patterns, and full of emotions. When talking about the stolen things and the rare treasures found in Tai'an Temple, he opened his mouth for a long time. When he talked about Master Guanghong's repentance and begging for mercy, he learned his tone vividly. It is also necessary to use ventriloquist simulation to create a sense of tension. The whole process is as if a draft has been written and practiced before. It flows smoothly and is very exciting.

This gentleman is really very good.

Song You listened to him for half a year, and every time he said less, he would talk for half a day, but he spoke clearly from the beginning to the end, full of energy, and his voice was loud, even if there was a lot of noise below, he could still hear what he said clearly.

You can't do fake things these days, you have to rely on real skills.

After Master Guanghong spoke, everyone below was deeply attracted by the wonderful Taoism and the miraculous story, and began to ask questions.

Someone asked who the young man was.

Some people ask where they can learn Taoism.

Some people ask where there are immortals.

The old man is proficient in this way, he knows a lot, and he answers one by one according to what he knows, gradually talking farther and farther, telling more and more mysterious and miraculous stories and legends.

It is rumored that Yunding Fairy Mountain in Pingzhou is shrouded in clouds and mist all day long, the bottom of the mountain is invisible, and the top of the mountain has no bottom.

It is rumored that there is a place in the north of Yuezhou that is full of green paulownia trees, and each tree is thousands of years old, soaring into the clouds. If you go during the summer solstice and winter solstice, you may see a phoenix flying over to comb its feathers on the paulownia tree.

It is also said that there is an insurmountable high mountain in the southernmost part of Yunzhou, and there is a paradise through the high mountain. Some people have seen a real dragon there.

Let’s talk about the wonders of the rivers and lakes, about the Chinese teachers in the court, about the wild gods in the north, the witchcraft and poison in the south, the world of monsters in the mountains, the halls of ghosts under the feet, the illusory cities that often haunt, and the flames have been burning for thousands of years. In the unextinguished Dihuo Village, the mysteries and fantasy of this world have already been revealed on the pulpit, between cups of tea.

Song You became more and more interested.

When it finally came to the end, the old man's mouth was dry, and he drank water from a teacup, but he didn't leave. Instead, he watched the guest officials leave. The rules of traditional entertainers were not lost at all.

Song You sat for a while before stepping forward to salute.

"Ouch!"

The old gentleman didn't neglect him because of his youth, and quickly returned the salute, bowing a little deeper than him.

"The guest officer is a frequent visitor!"

"Yes." Song You nodded and said, "Since I came to Yidu half a year ago, I have come to listen to Zhang Gong's lectures every day, and I rarely miss it."

"Thanks to the guest officer for your love."

"Mr. Zhang spoke well."

"Guest officer, this is..."

"I'm from Lingquan County, Zhuo County. I traveled down the mountain and passed through Yidu. I stayed here for half a year. Now that spring has started and the weather is getting warmer, it's time to leave." Song You said to his face again. The old gentleman saluted, "I'm here to say goodbye to Mr. Zhang."

"Don't dare..."

The old gentleman quickly bowed his waist, and then bowed his hands to him: "I only wish you a smooth journey, sir."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

"Don't dare..."

"I just don't know what Zhang Gong said before, how true or false what Zhang Gong said earlier, the fairy mountain on the top of the cloud and the place where the dragon rests in the phoenix?" Song You said for a while, "This trip is not a one-year trip. If it is on the way, Song wants to go. Take a look at what Zhang Gong said, and look for the fairy trail."

"I see."

"I don't know Mr. Zhang, but you can tell me conveniently."

"Haha! What's the inconvenience?"

"Also invite Mr. Zhang to talk about it."

"Yunding Fairy Mountain is a long-standing rumor in Pingzhou. It has been spread for hundreds of years. Many people say that they have seen immortals there. In fact, ah, just kidding, I just heard about it, and I didn't really see it. As for those people What is said is true or false, how much is true and how much is false, the old man dare not lie." Mr. Zhang smiled ashamedly, "But for hundreds of years, there have often been celebrities and refined scholars who went to Yunding Xianshan to visit the fairy trail, or yearned for this place. A hermit of the Tao seeks either immortality or longevity, or a life of freedom, but please see, sir, how many people become immortals, how many people live forever, and how many people live at ease?"

"Thank you."

Song You nodded.

This old Mr. Zhang has only heard about it, but judging from his decades of life experience and worldly knowledge, he doesn't believe it, it's just that he can't speak directly.

"As for the matter of Fengming Mountain in Qingtong in the north of Nayue Prefecture, it was recorded in the "Shan Shui Zhu" by Cheng Anbo of the previous dynasty. Later, some people often claimed to have seen it, but the old man had never seen it."

"I see."

Mr. Zhang thinks this credibility is higher.

"And the south of Yunzhou, passing through Qiyun Mountain, is the paradise that the old man said. There are real dragons living here, often lingering in the clouds, puffing out smoke." Mr. Zhang paused, "This is the old man. What my father saw with his own eyes when he was young, and what he told the old man himself, is just the vicissitudes of the world, and I don’t know how it is now.”

"seen it myself……"

Song You was a little surprised for a moment.

There are dragons in the world, and they are ever-changing.

In fact, it is not that dragons are ever-changing, but that all things have become spiritual after attaining Taoism, and some are called dragons.

For example, when someone traveled to a deep mountain and saw a big python with horns, swallowing clouds and blowing out fog, he was frightened and shocked, so he called it a dragon. Some people are sailing on the water, and when they see the dark shadows at the bottom of the water, making waves at every turn, they think it is a dragon. Even some animals in the water are called dragons because of their ferocious nature. Some people even raise snakes in the well to observe the water quality. After a long time, they see that the snake is quite spiritual, and they also praise it as a dragon.

Fulongguan said that the real dragon has long since disappeared.

If there is a real dragon, you must go to see it.

"Ha ha."

Seeing Mr. Zhang looking up at him, he couldn't help laughing twice: "If you are interested, sir, please sit down here, and I will talk to you in detail."

"Please Mr. Zhang."

Song You ordered two more pots of tea.

The two found the nearest chairs and sat down, like friends for many years, talking until late at night.

Mr. Zhang talked about many interesting things in a row, which was more detailed than when he was on stage. Those who understood clearly explained how to get there and how to find them. Those who didn't understand well, told the best they knew, so that Song You could decide whether to go or not, and if he decided to go, how to find out by himself.

In the middle of the night, the two said goodbye and left each other.

I saw Mr. Zhang standing at the entrance of the alley, and by the light of the lantern, he could see the stars falling from the sky, and he stared at Song You's figure leaving in the rain, but there was doubt in his eyes.

"Yinyang Mountain Fulong Temple..."

I seem to have heard the name.

But I should have heard of it when I was young.

Thanks to the leader of "The mountains are full of pine nuts" for the reward. Everyone, hurry up and read Songzi's book, it's called "I'm Not a Monster". After reading it, you will know how diligent I am in updating.