Bai Shannuo didn't know about Lu Huiyu's thoughts, not only Lu Huiyu, but he didn't know the thoughts of everyone present, and he didn't have time to guess them one by one.

What he knows now is that his behavior has made him a wave of money, and the original person is generally dissatisfied, but Bai Shannuo is talking about books here, in addition to those who eat, there are many people who listen to books and drink.

This time he made great use of the remaining tables, which brought him a lot of convenience and was able to transfer more money.

Of course, the more important thing is the reputation, Bai Shannuo is here to tell the book, and those who listen to the book will often come if they like the book Bai Shannuo said, if they bring other guests, it is equivalent to giving Bai Shannuo a wave of advertising for free.

Do you think Bai Shannuo can still be unhappy like this? It's just a lot of money, fame and fortune.

Thinking of this, Bai Shannuo couldn't help but turn over a few times on the bed, this monk's money is easy to earn, and they all suffer the loss of no culture.

Of course, Bai Shannuo will never say this kind of thing, Bai Shannuo, who only examined what he did yesterday, decided to carry forward the tradition of being a low-key person and doing things in a high-profile manner, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and making a fortune in a muffled voice.

Now Bai Shannuo has finally figured out what knowledge is power, and knowledge is money.

And just when Bai Shannuo was lying on the bed at his house and kept rolling, there was already a storytelling craze outside.

is about the story told by Bai Shannuo, which is Bai Shannuo's magic version of Journey to the West.

For a while, the neighbors vied with each other to sing, if everyone's perception of Bai Shannuo before was that of an ordinary monk in the Qi cultivation period, a disciple of the elders in the Dan period, and a young man who cooked very deliciously.

Now everyone's understanding of Bai Shannuo has become a restaurant owner, a storyteller with whimsical ideas in his head, and can tell stories that make people think about it.

In this way, Bai Shannuo's name swept through the inner and outer doors like a whirlwind inside the Qingyang Gate, and even some monks in other places knew about this storyteller called Bai Shannuo after receiving a message from a familiar monk.

Inside the Donglin Gate, a group of monks sat together.

"Brother Zhang, this time it's the thousand-year-old way for you to go to Qingyangmen, tell me what's going on at Qingyangmen,"

"Yes, yes, they all said that there was a storyteller in Qingyangmen, and the story told was wonderful, and they all liked to listen to it, could you also tell us what happened."

"Yes, Brother Zhang, I heard that person is still the owner of a restaurant, and he cooks very well, but I don't know if it's true."

The monk in the middle was probably impatient with the questions of these monks, stood up and patted the dirt he had touched on the ground, and reprimanded.

"I just think about playing every day, and I don't see this kind of nature when you cultivate, if you put this motivation into cultivation, you can also go to Qingyangmen with me. Don't say anything, let me go and practice. ”

After the monk reprimanded the monks, he left without looking back, thinking about it as he went.

These people don't like to cultivate well in the first place, but now if they tell them books again, they will have to do it, and they won't want to cultivate well in the future, just thinking about listening to books every day.

persuade them to cultivate, but they still don't listen, what kind of combination of work and rest is called in the name of beauty. Let you combine work and rest, now I can't listen to the book, and he will go next time.

At the Red Flower Society, two female monks, one older and one younger, stood at the door of a jewelry shop, and a young monk pestered his sister beside him to tell him a story.

"Hey, good sister, just go on, people really want to know what's going on with Sister Jiang Hong, let's talk about it."

Hearing this, the slightly older friar couldn't help but shake her head, and she knew that she would definitely not be able to hold on to her little ancestor as long as she said that she had been back to her family twice.

It's just that I only listened to three chapters in total, so how can I tell my little sister.

If his master knew that he not only didn't urge his little junior sister to cultivate well, but also didn't tell her stories properly, I am afraid that both of them would be beaten.

"Senior sister, I don't know much about the rest of the story, because I listened there for a while, and then I left after eating. If I knew you liked it, I'd be sure to stay a little longer. ”

"Ah, Senior Sister, do they still have food to eat over there? I've heard that you've been in the valley for a long time, did you secretly go there to eat? If you don't talk about it, if you don't talk about it, I'll tell the master, you are secretly eating. ”

"Ah, you little girl, you have a lot of skills, don't you, even your senior sister dare to threaten? Okay, you threaten. If I were threatened by you today, the world would be in vain. ”

"Senior sister don't want it, senior sister don't want it, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, can you continue to tell me the story? Senior sister, I beg you. ”

"Now you know how to beg for mercy? It's late, you can cultivate by yourself, Senior Sister still has something to do. ”

After the monk finished speaking, she turned around and went back to the shop and continued her work, but what she didn't know was that her little sister had already prepared her own sect's escape plan.

"Stinky sister, don't tell me stories. Stinky master, don't let me go out to play. Wait, wait until I sneak out and come back from listening to the story. ”

Thinking of this, the little girl smiled happily, and then went back to her room, made a small pink sword, and took out the pocket money she had saved.

Gently flipped the storage bag in her hand to make sure that there was no problem with her magic weapon, and the little girl looked at her talisman, magic weapon, and elixir again.

"Yes, yes, I'm ready for everything, I don't want to say goodbye to my mother, well, let's go."

Before leaving, the little girl patted the tree that had been with her for a long time.

This tree was planted by her mother before she was born, and when her mother died in childbirth, the tree has been with her ever since.

She doesn't like her father, although his father is very good to her, but his father is too old-fashioned and doesn't let her do anything, not even fishing.

Forget it, I also know that my father is good to me, so I can't blame him, after all, I am a magnanimous little baby.

Well, she's leaving, she's going to have her way to go, she's going to listen to stories, she's going to follow her own path.

"Mother, I'm leaving, I can't tell you anything delicious and interesting stories in the future, you have to wait for me to come back."