Three teachings and nine streams, five elements and eight works.

Since the White Horse Sutra entered the customs and spread the Buddha, there have been Buddhas and Taos in Middle Earth. Confucianism is divided into three religions.

Nine streams, even more so, since two thousand years ago after a hundred schools of thought contended, with Confucianism, Taoism, law, ink, name, miscellaneous, agriculture, yin and yang, vertical and horizontal nine schools and the name of the nine schools, a total of called three nine streams.

There is a difference among the nine streams, which is actually divided into three categories: 'upper, middle, and lower'.

Among the three religions, there are three people who are three and nine.

The reason why it is described as 'flow' is actually a metaphor for the flow of water in the form of rivers and lakes, no matter how the mountains and rivers change over the years, or the branch of the water veins, the water flow can always abide by the rules of the heavenly subway, and at the same time, it can also show its own will and thoughts to the world, which has a long origin and can also flow.

Since ancient times, it has been the standard for the world to weigh the weight of others' identities.

The upper nine ranks, almost all of them are dignitaries or hermits, which can be said to be above.

In the ninth stream, the monks and nuns of the outsiders are all in it, the scholars are also among them, and the calligraphy and painting Danqing are all in it, which can be said to be among them.

On the other hand, the lower nine streams are a bit more mixed, in which good or evil can be seen.

The wicked are inevitably abducted and deceived into prostitution, and the good are traffickers and pawns.

Therefore, in the market, a sentence of the ninth rate is hurtful.

In this huge rivers and lakes, the nine-stream saying is not uncommon, this storyteller who worships the most holy ancestor Confucian sage as the ancestor Although it is considered a superior figure among ordinary Jianghu artists, Ren is called Mr. and given courtesy, but it is difficult to escape the saying of the ninth stream.

Although it is a ninth-rate, the degree of love of storytellers in this market can be said to be extremely high.

The people in the market inevitably want to have more fun after tea and dinner, and this gathering around a square table to listen to the strange words of the gods and ghosts of the mountains and seas has become the best choice.

When you listen to it, it is naturally relish, when you are happy, hip-hop is hilarious, and when you mourn, it is inevitable that there will be tears, all in all, it is extremely heartstrings.

The same is the storyteller, there is also a difference, the high-grade gentleman can enter the teahouse, tell stories in the teahouse, sell money in the teahouse, and the teahouse can also take the opportunity to sell a few more cups of tea soup with the guests.

Those who are poor will be reduced to the streets, telling stories to passers-by, and if they speak well, they will earn more, and if they do not speak well, the money they will get will not be satisfactory.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the storytellers who do not enter the teahouse are all idle people who are not of good quality, and the serious gentleman in the teahouse and teahouse is not comparable, and it is extremely good to give one or two book money.

But this is not necessarily the case, there is such a person in Jianyang Mansion, in the storytelling industry in this mansion, this gentleman can be regarded as one of the best people, he will get a lot of books, and he speaks very well, and he is very exciting.

Not only that, this can be regarded as arrogant tight, the story is casual, today is in a good mood, just say more, if the mood is bad, then it will be hastily done, the money is not much to ask, never open the mouth to ask for people, say that the book is a waking wood to forget the matter, never say more words to people to ask for life.

In the eyes of ordinary artists, it has become a pastime in the eyes of this person, and when he is happy, he will say some articles that spend a good month and are happy.

When the heart is low, the articles that come out are basically all words that make people cry and make people sad.

Today, when I think of "Fighting for the Country", I will say that the Three Kingdoms will fight for power, and tomorrow I will think of "Liangshan", and I will talk about the gathering of one hundred and eight heroes.

The large and small teahouses and teahouses in this Jianyang Mansion have asked people to find this, and the conditions they took out are also extremely generous, not to mention the money on the bright side, and the share of the tea house tea is also heavy, but it is such a treatment, that one still ignores it, and does not like it at all.

Or as in the past, wandering on the street of Jianyang Mansion, when the mood is good, I want to borrow a table next to the neighborhood, take out the waking wood from my arms, say a few words to attract guests, say a few words of pressure poems and open the book, and when I am ready, I will collect a small half of the book money and return it to the square table together, and then carry the rest of the book money and put a gourd spirit, and run to the first-class theater in this Jianyang Mansion.

The people of this Jianyang Mansion are joking, and if they want to hear the sound of Xingmu in this Jianyang Mansion, there is no extraordinary luck that can not be heard.

Today's Shangyuan Lantern Festival, the streets are full of hustle and bustle, and there are countless people selling stalls on both sides of the street, and this spacious street is occupied by the rows of utensils.

A young man in an elegant shirt walked very lazily in the crowd, with his hands behind his back, carrying a palm-sized wine gourd in his hand, swaying and being extremely lazy.

His eyes were not lowered, and the confusion on his face that he had just woken up had not yet dissipated, and from time to time he had to yawn extremely sleepily, looking left and right in the crowd.

After walking back and forth on this street a few times, there was some disappointment in his sleepy eyes, and he shook his head slightly and was just about to leave, when he swept to a clean inn and was slightly stunned.

The inn is a businessman, so naturally it will not allow those peddlers to set up stalls at the door, which looks quite clean in this hustle and bustle.

The young man was extremely complicated, as if he wanted to leave, but as soon as he looked up, he saw the crowd in front of him, he couldn't help sighing, stretched out his hand to collect his clothes, and his confused face was a little sober.

The eyes are dark, the eyebrows are as sharp as a sword, and the back is bent and straight, which is quite extraordinary.

In the old store of the Hu family, the middle-aged shopkeeper and the young man sat in front of the cabinet together, the burly man gathered his clothes, rubbed his arms, and muttered: "Damn, why is the wind blowing today." ”

The young man's face was full of puzzlement, "Yin wind?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper looked at the direction of the stairs and frowned: "Is the window open on the second floor, why is the wind blowing upstairs?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper faintly felt that there was a cold wind flowing to the second floor outside the door, but he still couldn't understand.

How would a philistine merchant who was trading in the market know that on the second floor there was a young man who had apprenticed to Rakshasa last night stirring up the qi.

The sound of footsteps sounded from outside the door, getting closer and closer.

The young man's mind was attracted by the shopkeeper's words, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the footsteps, and before he turned his head, he smiled and said: "Guest officer, today is full, and I am still bothered to find other places." ”

The young man in an elegant shirt carrying a wine jug gave a bow in the middle of the rivers and lakes, and said softly: "Disturb." ”

The young man Mancang turned his head slightly when he heard the man's voice, looked at the young man in a Confucian shirt outside the door and couldn't help but be stunned, quickly got up, and arched his hand: "Little gentleman is hard." ”

The meeting is hard, it must be the rivers and lakes.

Nine times out of ten, the people in the rivers and lakes who run the rivers and lakes to break through the life will be hard to meet, which is both a greeting and a politeness.

Although this guy is not a showman, this running job is to ask for a smart response to others, and he can naturally understand what others like to hear.

The shopkeeper of the Hu family clasped his fists and saluted, "What's the matter with Mr. Xiao?"

The storyteller of Jianyang Mansion smiled apologetically, "I'm bothered, I want to borrow a square table and borrow the treasure land in front of the door." ”

There was an endless flow of people on the street, and a noisy sound attracted a lot of attention from a square table of eight immortals, only to see a young man in a shirt behind the square table take out the waking wood from his arms and gently knock on the table.

As soon as Xingmu came out, several people exchanged heads and reminded: "There are storytellers." ”

The passers-by who were enjoying the excitement in Jianyang today in the surrounding villages and counties laughed more than once: "This Jianyang is really weird, how can you dare to come out to talk at such an age?" ”

Storytelling seems simple, but the joints are extremely difficult.

If it were simply the words in the book, this line would have declined a long time ago, how could people still be honored as Mr.

The storyteller not only has to tell the story, but also adds his own understanding between the words, just like a seven-year-old child patting a waking wood on the street and telling you about the world's disputes and wars, most listeners will not believe it.

Because of this, most of the storytellers on the market are old, and a yellow-mouthed kid is not capable of talking nonsense.

As soon as the words fell, the local people of Jianyang snorted coldly: "Outsiders know a fart, this is one of the best storytellers in Jianyang Mansion." ”

......

The young man lowered his head and fiddled with the utensils on the table, never looking up, looking at a few pairs of boots in front of him, counting the number of people, when he felt about the same, he cleared his throat lightly, slowly raised his head, and shook the wood in his hand.

"The law-abiding dynasty is depressed, the strong beam sings happily night and night, hurts others and benefits himself, rides horses and mules, and starves with integrity and fairness. ”

The voice seemed to be blurted out by Hong Zhong Dalu, although he was in the middle of the city, everyone in front of him could clearly hear what the man said.

It's just a poem of oppression, and the streets are full of applause.

In the past few days, the master and servant, who had been sleepy in the inn for a long time, moved the chairs and stools out of the inn, holding hot tea and listening to the man's mouth about the mountain and the tsunami, which was extremely comfortable.

......

The second floor of the inn.

Since Chen Changge went upstairs, he has been sitting at the square table, reminiscing about the bluestone ancient alley that suddenly entered today, as well as the deafening and deafening vast Sanskrit sound.

At the beginning, when cultivating the Shen Helu, the white-clothed master said that the Heavenly Dao is not ordinary, and the Heavenly Dao can be channeled, which is different from ordinary martial arts, and there is no need to wait until the back of the Holy Feather Realm touches the line of ascension before he can hope to be able to pass through the gods.

If it is said that the gods are channeled, the poetry on the Yushui River is regarded as a time, and the mind and the river rise and fall together, and they have realized the way of heaven and the situation.

But today, it was a thought in my heart, why was he suddenly dragged into the bluestone ancient alley? If it weren't for Chen Changge's crooked beating, I am afraid that he would have been trapped and died in the ancient alley.

Is this a psychic or a demon?

Chen Changge was puzzled, just like the things about the world, no matter how much he wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure it out.

Is it that your mind is too heavy and you are pushing yourself into a corner?

Or is it like a dream on the Yushui River, enlightened and enlightened?