Liyang Town, inside the teahouse.

Princes and generals, talented and beautiful women, as long as they are storytellers, they will come to so many paragraphs. Occasionally, I will hear some stories about defending the country and defending the country, which makes people's blood boil.

But most of the stories are nothing new.

But it's not the same lately, I don't know when an old man came to ask for food, talking about something unheard of and unseen. This also makes the teahouse full every time it is time to tell stories these days.

And this old man, he only asks for three meals and one night. Seeing that he was dressed in a cloth coat full of patches, his appearance was still a little breezy and boneless. Today, the hall is crowded with people, all waiting for Mr. Storyteller. Those who have spent money naturally have a place to sit, and they can also have a pot of good dragon wells and enough peanuts and melon seeds. Those who didn't spend money, either stood in the back or stood next to them. And the small children huddled in front and sat cross-legged.

Sitting on the ground in the front row are a few young boys, who are regular visitors here. Among them, Li Erdan will not be absent from every game. Spending money naturally does not cost money, and it is good for the poor to have enough to eat. The shopkeeper of the teahouse is also quite generous, as long as they don't mistreat and abide by the rules, they will be regarded as a person.

This Li Erdan's full name is Li Yiming. Before he was born, Erdan's brother had already died. His parents gave him a humble nickname, thinking that it was easy to support.

But he got used to being called a two-egg two-egg, and everyone forgot what his real name was. Even his parents and relatives rarely call him Li Yiming's name, and often call him as two eggs, and he is happy to do this.

And today, there are two little boys sitting next to Erdan, one is called Gouzi and the other is called Heimao. They don't have any serious names. The two of them are the two of them on weekdays, and the three of them are often inseparable. All of them are masters who catch birds in the sky and fish in the river, and they have also caused a lot of disasters for this.

They were all born with mud legs, and the three of them read some books and knew some words very early. Naturally, you can't be like the children of rich families, to be vassals and elegant, dance and write. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, it is not too big to say that it is not too small, and it is also old enough to get married. Especially Erdan's parents, they asked someone to start talking about this matter early. There are also a few matchmakers who have come to Erdan's house to see it, not to mention what Erdan's talent is, but the conditions of his family alone are prohibitive. The matchmakers were all pretending, and left in a hurry after receiving the gift money, and the bird has not been heard from since.

For parents' concerns, Erdan doesn't matter. It's time to eat, it's time to play. When you're in a good mood, you help with farm work, and when you're in a bad mood, you run around the streets. But no matter how you play, every time you go to the teahouse to tell a story, there is always him. This is also the only way for Erdan to understand the outside world, whether it is true or not, looking forward to the heroes in the story can be regarded as adding a touch of interest to life.

At this time, the teahouse was full of friends, and the people waiting were a little impatient, and they were squirming and making noise under the hall. At this time, the old storyteller strolled forward, took a sip of gaiwan strong tea, cleared his throat, and began to tell the story:

It is said that this vast dust, the vast universe, is regarded as the Nine Realms.

In the Nine Realms, there are thousands of living beings, with us and others as their primates. It is conceived by the breath of heaven and earth. Therefore, at the beginning of the conception of all things, we have already been civilized.

There are outstanding people among mortals, in the land of Taiyi, they can comprehend the mysteries of heaven and earth, learn the supreme method, open up the world, prolong life, and can also use the source of Qi to shuttle through the universe and broadcast good seeds.

Therefore, you and I are mortals, all after the immortal family that came thousands of years ago.

Speaking of this, someone in the hall coaxed: "Actually, we are all immortals, so why can't we fly?" After saying that, all I could hear was a burst of laughter underneath.

Seeing this, the old man was not flustered at all, he took a sip of tea and replied, "Since you are mortal, how can you know the mysteries of heaven and earth. Moreover, even after the immortal family, in this place where spiritual energy is scarce, the spiritual root has long been broken and reduced to a general. ”

"We are ordinary people, and the lifespan of eighty is the most, but those who cultivate the truth and cultivate qi have at least a thousand years of life, but we can compare?"

This old man, who looked thin, spoke with a sonorous and eloquent voice. Of course, this is a market story, and the picture is a pleasure, where to care what is true or false. But there are often more sincere people, who pop out a few sentences from time to time, and the people below are so coaxed together, which also makes the storytelling a debate.

A few people in the hall who listened to books, especially those who sat in high positions, had rich and powerful families. Where they are here to listen to books, they are simply here to make trouble. It is often a miasma of smoke and unhappiness.

The old man continued: "I heard this master say flying just now, this is a small skill for the monk to carve insects. ”

"Do you know Ascension?"

"Ascension? My uncle died the day before yesterday, is this called Feisheng? Someone in the crowd below shouted again.

"Hahahaha......" everyone in the hall laughed together.

When the old man heard this, he was also made to cry and laugh. I wanted to directly greet this person's ancestors for eighteen generations. But after thinking about it, I can't lose the face of the teahouse shopkeeper. If you lose these three meals and one night, you may be on the streets again.

The old storyteller stroked his beard and replied with a smile: "Uncle Lingyuan, this is not called ascension, this should be called ascending bliss." ”

This sentence was actually a flattering word, and the old man saw that the man no longer coaxed, and continued: "There is indeed a world of bliss in the Nine Realms, and this is where the soul returns. Look at this uncle's full heaven and the belly of the prime minister. Your dead uncle must be a great good man on the blessed side. This trip to Bliss will surely bless the family for thousands of years and the foundation will be evergreen. ”

This slap made the man applaud again and again, and got up and threw a large handful of copper coins at the old man. The old man nodded and picked up the copper coins and quickly stuffed them into his sleeve. He also said politely: "Uncle, use, use." ”

The old man who received some tips smiled like a bun at this time, it seems that tonight with a roast chicken and a pot of rice wine is in place. He cleared his throat again and said:

"Ascension, is the monk feathering into immortals, ascending to the immortal realm. From then on, there is no longer one in the five elements, beyond the world. As the saying goes, ascension is not under the control of Hades, and it comes and goes freely! ”

This old man, I don't know where I learned this sentence, after his mouth like this, there is still a bit of artistic conception. The people who had been coaxing before were much quieter now, and they were probably thinking about what questions to ask to make him look foreign.

Erdan sat on the ground, watching the old storyteller, and listened very attentively. I've been in the teahouse for so long, and I've never heard of such a magical thing.

Erdan thought to himself, how could this old man know this, could he be the cultivator he said in his mouth? can see that he is sloppy and old-fashioned, and he doesn't look like it.

Maybe he made it up himself. The storyteller eats with this mouth. You don't have to take it seriously, just listen to it. Although Erdan thought so, he was still there and listened carefully.

The old man saw that there was no one in the hall anymore, and he was proud, and the book was even more open-mouthed.

The old man was fortunate enough to have a relationship with the immortals when he was young. It was a sunny day, and I saw auspicious clouds rising in the mountains behind me, a golden light flew into the meditation, and a jade-faced monk sat cross-legged on the cliff rock.

I stepped forward and looked me up and down, and at a glance I could see that I had been lonely and displaced. That's pretty accurate. Now it seems that the old decay has been seventy and six, and it has passed the age of sixties, and I am afraid that there are not many years to live.

"Then this immortal doesn't give you some advice, nor does he give you some magic weapons or money, so it seems that he doesn't have any real skills?" Someone at the bottom asked.

"How can a person who cultivates immortals easily give me a mortal, and besides, it's not completely devoid of any expression. He gave me a blessing bag to pass on, and if anyone could use it one day, it would be my consummation. ”

After that, the old storyteller took out a small red cloth bag from his arms and displayed it in front of everyone. The people were so angry that they circulated it one by one.

This is obviously just an ordinary small bag, and it can also be decorated with small copper coins, small broken jade and other gadgets. It seems to be a little old, red and black, sprinkled with oily and brute gas, so bad smell.

Chuan looked at these people all with disgust and avoided them. In the end, I didn't bother to look at it, and threw it around in the hall directly, so it wasn't lively.

"With this thing, my dog can come back with three in a day." Someone at the bottom teased.

"Hahaha." There was another burst of laughter below.

The old storyteller didn't pay attention to it this time, and stuck his head out to find his own small bag there. After such a fuss, I don't know who left it where.

I don't know when I threw it here, so he picked it up and looked at it with his two friends. It was indeed an ordinary small bag, and the small hemp rope that held the mouth of the bag was also dirty and smelly. The dog and the black skin also cast disdainful glances.

Erdan hurriedly returned the bag to the old man, and the old man took the bag and was relieved. He patted the dust that had fallen on it and put it into his arms like a baby.

The old man said: "It is actually a fairy baby, and you must find someone who is destined to see its function." ”

Everyone was puzzled, why it was so unbearable to be an immortal thing. One of them reacted that it must be the old man who was there to play on them, and said, "Well, I say, everyone, are we really going to listen to this crazy old man's nonsense here?" ”

As soon as we said this, everyone immediately came to their senses, and together with this old thing, they had been there to play us like monkeys. Angry at this, one of them grabbed the melon seeds on the table, whether he had eaten them or not, and threw them away.

Since someone started this, those who sat under the hall have followed suit, and the whole hall has been lively for a while. Peanuts, melon seeds, unfinished pastries, and even teapots and cups were all given to them.

The old man standing in front of him, like a monkey at this time, jumped up and down there. Don't look at him as an old bone, but he is still very flexible at the critical moment. A few dodges, they dodged a few teapots with boiling water. If you are to be hit by these things, your head will definitely bloom.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper of the teahouse was worried that he would make a big deal out of it. hurriedly stepped forward to make amends, picked up the old storyteller and went backstage.

This teahouse was originally a place for those rich boys to amuse, and I don't know how many times this kind of thing had happened before. If one doesn't deal with it in time, maybe he will have to pay some money for the soup and medicine to the storyteller, and the gains will definitely outweigh the losses at that time.

"Numerology, heavenly principles, all the people sitting here are people with lives, if you have leisure, the old temple in the north of the city, and then the old decay will approve the principles of heaven, and then you will know whether it is a person with a fairy fate."

"Remember, the old temple in the north of the city."

The old man who was pulled down said this without a clue. Where can everyone listen, they are still throwing peanuts and melon seeds on the stage, and they are happy, drinking and laughing.

After a while, the cries dispersed and went to another place for recreation.