Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 111 110. Ask the Bodhisattva why he sits upside down, lamenting that all living beings refuse to turn back
This handsome guy can do it, he looks like a dog.

This was the first thought in Li Zhen's mind.

But when he saw that the other party's clothes didn't look like a man's attire, he immediately reacted.

Is it a woman?

I go……

This woman is chic enough.

Then, he saw Hongying.

Hongying is here?

The two are friends?
Seeing this, he nodded politely, and looked at the people in the room again...

He had been preparing in the house before, and he didn't know what happened.Seeing that the guests at the two tables had left, I thought they had finished eating.

And these people saw that they were coming, but they didn't speak, but they were all staring at themselves.

Li Zhen was not surprised either.

They were like this before, as long as they catch up to rest at night, they would look at themselves eagerly and wait to talk.So, with a smile on his face, he clasped his hands together, greeted those he knew and those he didn't know, and then stepped on the three-foot-high platform and sat in front of this set of individual seats.

No words.

After arranging the fan, handkerchief, and Xingmu in the same way, he coughed lightly:
"Cough cough."

The house was quiet.

Li Zhen was even more satisfied.

With a breath of air pressure on the dantian, pinch Xingmu with three fingers, and slap on the table:
"Snapped!"

As soon as Xingmu fell, Li Zhen's eyes were moist, and he looked at everyone and recited word by word:

"A small ditch near the mountains and rivers."

After finishing this sentence, he pointed to the sky:
"The small temple is on the top of the mountain."

Then he said:

"Ask the Bodhisattva why he is sitting upside down."

With a sigh:
"Sigh all sentient beings refuse to turn back."

"I dare not teach on a high platform."

After sighing, he looked at everyone again:
"I can only sell paper fan gowns~"

"Snapped!"

Wake up again:

"Merry!"

The eyes of Sun Jingchan and Hongying lit up at the same time.

In fact, Li Zhen didn't pay much attention to the two lesbians at first.

After all, this room is full of gentlemen, so why are you staring at the two girls?

outrageous.

After finishing an opening poem, he didn't rush to tell the story, but started to tell Xian Bai'er.

The reason why I gave Xian Bai'er so directly today is actually very simple, there are quite a few people here.But less than one-third of them know it.

Thinking about it, it should be the same as Shang Nu brought those few friends. I heard that this Taoist priest here can tell stories, so I came here to have a look.

But now this group of uncles are sitting short, and they are sitting tall, and they have also come to a serious place, so some things must be explained clearly in advance.

So he said softly:

"There are quite a lot of people here today. All of you judges here, some know me and some don't. It's the first time for Pindao to step into the precious land. Thanks to everyone, I got up early and came here to look for Pindao. , First of all, I would like to say thank you for your hard work.”

As he spoke, he cupped his fists and cupped his hands, politely.

And when everyone heard this, they didn't know whether to return the gift or what to do...

After all, the eldest lady is there.

No one moves...

I was a little embarrassed for a while, and always felt that I had lost my manners.

But Li Zhen didn't care about it, and continued:
"Thinking about it, everyone who came here today must have been passed on by word of mouth from the people who listened to the story told by the poor. That's right, I am sitting on this three-foot-high platform, and I am indeed here to tell you a story. Hey~ Hearing this, Those of you who are listening to poor Taoists for the first time may have some doubts in your mind. Books are the words of sages. How dare I, a poor Taoist priest from Qiemo City, dare to talk here without shame? How dare I "comment" "it?"

Speaking of this, he waved his hand at the big guy:

"Everyone, that's the difference."

Everyone quietly listened to him say:

"At the end of Qiemo, there was also such an adult who asked me the same question. He said that I, a Taoist priest, would not return to the Taoist temple to devote myself to cultivation, but would speak out loudly in this teahouse and wine shop, trying to speculate on the truth of the sage... Guess me How did you answer?"

"...?"

Looking at the curious eyes of everyone, Li Zhen shrugged:

"I was beaten away with a slap, and I'm still crying there with my family."

"puff……"

It seemed that someone couldn't hold back, wanted to laugh, but held back.

Li Zhen didn't care either, and smiled and waved his hands and said warmly:
"Ha, this is just a joke. The book I'm talking about is about heaven, earth, people, gods and ghosts, and it's about benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness. This book comes out of my mouth and enters your ears.

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the high platform under his feet:

"You all saw it today. There is a platform under my sitting alone. Ladies and gentlemen, the height of this platform is three feet. Why is it three feet?"

The hand pointing at the high platform turned into a pointing sky:
"This platform is one foot high, and it is the heaven and the earth that it respects. Since Pangu opened the sky, the pure air floats up and the turbid air descends, it is called Qiankun. When the universe appears, the sky and the earth open. This one foot, I respect this world."

Then the second finger stood up:

"These two feet are respected by ghosts and gods. There are gods on the top three feet. Mo Daotian has no eyes and ears, and there are fugues in the dark room. Books, don't dare to talk nonsense, and words, don't dare to talk nonsense. It will attract the dissatisfaction of ghosts and gods, and bring disasters."

Finally, the third finger:

"And this third foot, I respect the sages of Confucius and Mencius. The platform is three feet high, and I dare not teach people on it, but at least it is to persuade people to do good. This three-foot high platform respects the heaven, earth, king, relatives and teachers, but the same is true. Always remind me of the constraints of the poor."

Everyone who listened to the words gradually raised a trace of respect for Li Zhen.

What I respect is not Li Zhen, or his strength.

It's the meaning he represents.

After Li Zhen finished speaking, he also noticed the gleaming eyes of the people at Hongying's table looking at him.

I was still thinking...these two are really fans.

Then he continued:
"Storytelling is not nonsense. Water has its source and wood has its roots. You don't need to explore the truth and falsehood of the stories I tell, you can just laugh it off. If you hear something from it, it's your own business, okay?"

He asked a question back, but without waiting for everyone to answer, he changed the subject:
"Then the book I'm talking about today is a new story...I know that everyone who came today must have heard about it from the caravan that delivered the goods this time. I heard that I, a Taoist priest, will talk about a good use The story of the infatuated prodigal son with a seven-inch flying knife. But I will tell that story in the afternoon, and the reason is actually very simple."

Shaking his head slightly at the crowd, Li Zhen said:
"That story has been told for many days. Some of you have heard it from the beginning to the end, and you will naturally know what I want to say. But some of you are meeting for the first time today. If I start from "Little Li Fei Dao" Said, all of you can't understand who is Long Xiaoyun and who is Lin Shiyin. A passage of the book is so confusing that I don't know what it is talking about, so I moved this story to the afternoon.

And now, the story we want to tell is a completely new story from scratch.What is this story about?Very simple, eight words. "

Looking at the audience, Li Zhen said word by word:

"Family, country and world, children love each other."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his back, put his hands on the table, and said word by word:

"The name of this story is... "Dragon Babu"!"

(End of this chapter)