Entertainment of Spring and Autumn

Chapter 222: First visit to Luzhou

Luzhou City is also a very special city.

In this world where sea trade does not exist, the seaside often means wilderness, and it was originally where fishermen lived. There is Feilu Mountain about five or six hundred miles away from the coast. The mountain is not high and the radius is not large. It looks like an island. There are often egrets circling and flying here, and the sea mist is shrouded, making it look faintly fairy-like.

The founder of Wujiu Temple founded the sect here more than a thousand years ago, and it gradually grew. After thousands of years, Feilu Mountain, which was originally not a big mountain, no longer looks like much of a mountain. There are pavilions and temples everywhere, surrounding each other. There are stone pagodas and cornices everywhere, and Buddha lights are shining everywhere.

The foot of the mountain also developed from a market to a village and then to a city. It was built around the mountain and continued to expand as the population increased, gradually becoming a large city with a population of millions. Feilu Mountain is in the center of the city, and the market houses are scattered all the way around in a circle, heading east to the seaside.

There are no city walls in such a city. The first time Xue Mu stepped into the area, he felt like he had arrived at the modern urban-rural fringe, which was quite interesting. Of course, the most typical sign is that there are Buddhist temples and pagodas everywhere, every house worships Buddha statues, and the atmosphere of burning incense and chanting sutras is very strong. Walking around here feels like a Buddhist country.

Wei Ye looked around, pursed her lips and said, "Dad, I don't like this kind of place."

Zhuo Qingqing and Luo Qianxue also nodded in agreement: "It's just pretentious, it feels like it's more of a scam than cheating the Tianzong."

The witch's ideology is absolutely in conflict with a place like this. Xue Mu can understand and said with a smile: "Actually, I don't like this place either."

Mu Jianli glanced at him but said nothing.

Xue Mu continued: "This kind of city in circles reminds me of being lost all night in a place called the Undercity, and falling to death countless times in the elevator. It's such a painful memory that I can't bear to look back on."

The girls were all angry and asked one after another: "Where is the Undercity?"

"What is an elevator?"

"We have fallen to death countless times, so are ghosts talking to us now?"

"If you're serious, you'll lose..." Xue Mu looked at a teahouse not far away and said with a smile, "I haven't had a good rest after traveling for several days. Why don't you go have a cup of tea to take a rest and inquire about the situation in the city?"

Of course, everyone had no objection and followed Xue Mu towards the teahouse.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the voice of a book coming from inside: "But I heard the Buddha shout angrily: Evil cannot prevail over good, gods and Buddhas in the gods protect me! Then auspicious clouds descended from the sky, and Bodhisattvas in the gods sang in unison: Good. Then. The Buddha's spiritual practice skyrocketed, and he punched out with supreme divine power. The Buddha's light filled the sky and struck the demon, and the demon was wiped out with endless fear."

The tea guests cheered loudly.

Xue Mu: "..."

All the girls, including Mu Jianli, were speechless. A lot of people applauded this level of storytelling. For them, who were used to hearing about The Legend of the White-Haired Witch and Journey to the West, this was simply the nonsense of children. s level.

It was afternoon, and it was a remote "urban-rural fringe area." There were not many people in the teahouse. A group of people randomly found a table in the corner to sit together, and then a waiter came up attentively: "What kind of tea would you like, ladies and gentlemen?" ?We have here..."

Before he finished speaking, Xue Mu interrupted: "Pick a pot of the best one and have some refreshments."

Seeing that everyone was of extraordinary temperament, the waiter quickly followed the order. Within a moment, he brought a pot of tea and several small plates. Seeing him pouring tea, Xue Mu asked, "How is the epidemic situation?"

"With the protection of the eminent monks of Wujiu Temple, everything will be fine. I heard that there is also a medical fairy to help. Isn't this the blessing of a Bodhisattva? It will surely turn disaster into good."

Xue Mu laughed: "You have great confidence in them."

"That's natural." The waiter smiled and said, "The eminent monks in Wujiu Temple are all descended from the Buddha."

This brainwasher... Zhuo Qingqing and others all rolled their eyes after hearing this, and even Mu Jianli shook his head. Xue Mu was afraid that Weiye would not be able to hide her words and would cause trouble, so he rushed to speak before she opened her mouth: "Are all the Jianghu people who came to participate in the martial arts debate here?"

The waiter looked at him for a while and said with a smile: "Everyone who should have arrived has already arrived. There are only a few scattered people in the past two days. Isn't the guest officer also here to compete?"

Xue Mu opened his folding fan and said with a smile, "Can't I compete?"

The waiter shook his head and said, "I think it would be better for you, Master, to write a book."

"Pfft..." The girls all burst out laughing. Xue Mu's face was a little hot, and he deliberately said: "Why do you talk about this here? Have you finished talking about "The Legend of the White-haired Witch" by Miyoshi Xue Sheng?"

Before the waiter could answer, a tea patron next to him sneered: "That's not even mentioned! What's the point of reading the writings of a vulgar and lewd man like Xue Sheng? Then there's no need to think about the legend of a witch. It’s also the witch who spreads her legs or something to defile others’ eyes and ears!”

Xue Mu's expression changed, not because he was angry, but because he was afraid that the girl next to him would kill someone. He could clearly feel several murderous auras rising into the sky, including a fierce sword aura. Xue Mu wiped his cold sweat, winked at the girls to tell them to keep a low profile, and turned to ask the tea guest: "Do you think the story about the Buddhist disciple you just told is good?"

The tea guest was also dressed as a scholar and sneered: "That story is even more disgusting. As a warrior, you should strive to improve yourself and move forward bravely without fear of hardships. How can you constantly pray to gods and Buddhas and ask for blessings?"

There is some truth in what he said. Xue Mu raised his hand and said, "Did you read other wonderful articles? Could you recommend one or two?"

At this time, the waiter spoke: "In the past two months, there have been many storytellers of all kinds, and the guest officer said quite a lot of brave things."

It seems that Xiaochan is right. The literary style in the south is indeed more prosperous, and various types of novels have emerged. Xue Mu smiled and said: "Second brother, you are quite well-behaved. I heard that your previous tone was that you believe in Buddhism. It is obviously contrary to what the old man said. Are you not angry?"

The waiter shook his head and said: "Not greedy, not angry, not ignorant, not angry, this is cultivation. How can I, the Buddha, not have this kind of magnanimity?"

These words made Xue Mu and the girls look at each other with awe in their hearts. Even a waiter in a shop has such a practice. As expected, Wujiu Temple has some good practices, and they are not just cheating people out of sesame oil money.

The tea guest next door threw a book over and said with a sneer: "I see you are also knowledgeable. Take a look at this book. Isn't it much better than the obscene and filthy words written by Sanhao Xue Sheng?"

Xue Mu was shocked by his show of force, and secretly thought that maybe he had met some literary genius? I didn't dare to be conceited, so I took the book and took a look at it humbly: "The Legend of Long Aotian".

this……

Before Xue Mu could complain, Wei Ye grabbed the book unconvincingly: "Let me see it!"

The book is very thin, and seems to be only a short or medium-sized novel of 20,000 to 30,000 words. Xue Mu understood after a brief thought that when these authors started writing, "The Legend of the White-haired Witch" had not yet spread here, and the inspiration they received was still based on their previous stories. Three pornographic articles. Those few articles were all short stories, and what they wrote based on such revelations would not be much longer. They were roughly equivalent to the development level of Tang Legend in their own world.

Xue Mu also came over and watched Long Aotian while drinking tea with the girls. The article was not long and he finished it quickly. Weiye sneered and threw the book back: "How dare you compare with my dad... and Sanhao Xue Sheng's book, no matter how bad it is!"

It was a thin book with only a few pages, but when Weiye swung it, it hit the table opposite like thunder, smashing the table into pieces. Everyone in the hall was startled and looked over. The arrogant tea guest's face turned pale. He still dared to chatter, picked up the book and ran away.

Xue Mu glared at Weiye, and Weiye stuck out her tongue: "I just can't stand them calling my daddy."

Xue Mu smiled. This was a sign that Wei Ye was good to him. Of course, he would not blame her without knowing what was happening. He felt a little warm in his heart. He stretched out his hand and pinched Wei Ye's cheek: "Ye Ye is the best."

Weiye chuckled. This seemed to be the first time since traveling south that Xue Mu praised her when he saw her causing trouble. This shows that Xue Mu is not as generous as he seems on the surface. He is also angry when being scolded!

In fact, Wei Ye misunderstood. Xue Mu was more generous than she imagined. He really didn't care about getting scolded for this kind of thing. Since ancient times, literati have looked down on each other. What's the use of beating people with force for this kind of thing? Besides, his mind is not at all. Argue with others about the length of the paper.

He has always been very aware that escalating combat is not his strength, and he has never forgotten his world strategy. The development and communication of cultural entertainment is a part of his strategy and a top priority. He has never wanted to hold the title of being the best in the world in writing books. This is the key to driving the development of world entertainment and gradually forming the cultural soil he needs. Inspiring the creation of novels that inspire others is a key link. He doesn't care if someone writes better than him, and even hopes that some real talents will emerge.

Although Long Aotian's book was poorly written, it gave him a glimmer of hope.