Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 144 Stealing Name
"Fellow practitioners of Taoism and Buddhism?"

"Purdu Cihang?"

Everyone in the audience was startled, and then they came to their senses.

"That doesn't sound like a good thing!"

"I'm going to Beijing to face the saint, and I'll be teaching the Fa for three days. I'm afraid it's bragging?"

"Before the dragon's breath, the supernatural powers are exhausted, who dares to speak in front of the emperor?"

"It is absurd and nonsense to ask the king to wake up on the spot and make him the protector of the country!"

"It's not necessarily nonsense. The so-called country is about to perish, there must be evildoers. If the luck of the dynasty is about to end, the country will decline, the king's way will soon decay, and the emperor's supreme name will exist in name only. Those evil spirits may not be able to show their magic in front of the king!"

"Mr. Su said before that this is a chaotic world, the two worlds of Yin and Yang, the order has collapsed, and in the Yin Division, there is an old demon from Heishan who painted the land as the king. In the Yang Dynasty, there may not be no powerful and powerful ones. At the end of the dynasty, there are monsters who trouble the emperor. , it’s not a strange thing.”

There was a lot of discussion among the people in the audience, and some shocking words floated on the water.

"Ok?"

On the second floor, in the private room, a group of eyes suddenly turned cold, and the left and right were even more frightened and angry.

"This person... is bold!"

"How dare you make such a rebellious statement!"

"Ordinary people don't have such insights. Such arguing with such courage must be arranged by this person to encourage him!"

"He stirs up public opinion in this way, slanders the emperor, slanders the court, his heart can be punished, his heart can be punished!"

"Your Highness..."

Inside the private room, the words left and right were filled with shock and anger, extremely shocking.

"enough!"

But this group of frightened and angry words, loyal to express their position, was interrupted by the person in the first place in a cold voice: "Listen carefully, watch carefully!"

"This is!"

Left and right didn't dare to speak anymore, they could only suppress their anger and continue to listen to the sound of the book.

"Defender of the country, Purdue Cihang!"

"Ning Caichen was also shocked when he heard this."

"Lanruo Temple's demons have been eradicated, and the guardian of the country came here, saying that he wants to wipe out Lanruo's demons?"

"Can't he see that there are no demons in Lanruo Temple?"

"If you can't even see this, then isn't he, the guardian of the country, cheating and deceiving the world?"

Su Wen knocked on the folding fan, and said in a deep voice: "Ning Caichen was suspicious, but he didn't dare to speak out at will, so he could only suppress his doubts, stand among the crowd, and wait and see the development of the situation."

"After waiting like this for a while, I saw a commotion in the crowd in the distance, as if someone was coming."

"It's Fa Zhang, it's Fa Zhang protecting the country!"

"I don't know who yelled, everyone leaned forward one after another, and Ning Caichen also turned his head to look around."

"Afterwards, in the forest in the distance, a team came out, all of them were wearing robes, but they were neither monks nor Taoists!"

"In the middle of the team, eight warriors carried an altar. The altar was covered with a white gauze tent. In the white gauze tent, a person was hidden, wearing a bright magic cap and a golden red cassock. The method is driven, and it is sung!"

"What Sanskrit sound?"

But seeing Su Wen knock on the folding fan and ask everyone in the audience in a deep voice, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became tense.

"This……"

Everyone was stunned, and before they could speak, they saw the accompaniment playing from behind the scenes on the stage.

"Namo, Namo, Amitabha..."

"Namo, Namo, Amitabha..."

"Namo, Namo, Amitabha..."

"Namo Namo, Amitabha!"

"Nanmo Nanmo, Amitabha..."

"Ami Ami, Namotuo!"

"Ami Ami, Namotuo..."

I only listened to the sound of music playing, and the Sanskrit chanting. It was clear that I was chanting the Buddha's name, but I couldn't feel the peace of the Buddha's nature. Ten thousand tunes.

Nanwu Nanwu, I didn't see the Buddha coming, but only one word was missing, so I made this Langlang Buddha name turn into a ghostly magic sound.

Such Sanskrit sounds, such Zen singing, reverberated in the troupe's bookstore, and everyone in the audience was dazzled.

I don't know how long, I just saw...

"Snapped!"

Xingmu's voice sounded like thunder.

Everyone in the audience woke up startled, their eyes were full of confusion, and then they turned into shock, their clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

"This……"

"What an evil sect, what an evil sect!"

"Get up, don't listen, don't listen!"

"What kind of monster are you!!!"

After waking up, they were terrified. Several people drew their swords and stood up, looking at Su Wen on the stage with mixed expressions of shock and anger.

They... are all cultivators, or cultivators who have achieved a small degree of cultivation, and at worst they have the cultivation base of the second-level foundation.

That's why they acted like this, pulling out their swords in shock and anger, and questioning Su Wen who was reciting Sanskrit chanting on the stage.

Ordinary people may not feel anything about the Sanskrit chanting, the evil voice, but these cultivators feel great terror from it.

This is no ordinary musical accompaniment!

This is no ordinary Sanskrit Chanting!

This is no ordinary storytelling and singing book!
demon!

evildoer!

Several cultivators of the second realm drew their swords and stood up, frightened and angry, they already regarded Su Wen, who was chanting Sanskrit chanting on the stage, with a treacherous voice, as a monster.

Su Wen was calm and unruffled: "Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient. Why do you take the things in the book seriously?"

"you……"

"Not ordinary people!"

"What do you want to do with this?"

Several second-level cultivators looked at Su Wen, holding their swords tightly, not daring to relax, and everyone around them was also panicked.

Su Wen smiled, his expression unchanged: "Everyone is too deep into the drama, the storyteller opens his mouth, and there are eighteen kinds of weapons, thousands of people's faces, some are good and some are evil, some are good and some are evil. If you are a monster, just treat me like a monster, sit down, don't disturb the bookstore and mess up your interest."

"This……"

A few people looked at each other, all surprised and uncertain.

Seeing this, everyone around them spoke out.

"That's right, what's the noise?"

"Although this tone is a bit evil, you can't treat Mr. Su as a monster just because of this!"

"Mr. Su, you are really talented. Not only can you write and speak well, but you can also sing and compose the tunes!"

"Singing an evil tune is a monster. Then when Mr. Su sang about The White Lady, why didn't you treat him as a fairy?"

"I love to listen, but if you don't listen, get lost, what are you arguing about!"

Everyone gave their voices to help, and most of them were on Su Wen's side. After all, not many people could hear the horror of this Sanskrit sound, but they felt that the tone was a little strange, but it's not like Su Wen hadn't sung other songs before. What's wrong.

Seeing this, several second-level cultivators hesitated in their hearts, and finally had no choice but to put away their swords.

After several people put away their swords, some sat down hesitantly and continued to listen to the book, while some looked uneasy and turned to leave.

Not only a few second-level cultivators, but also a small half of other high-ranking people in the world and practitioners, leaving with an uneasy expression, as if this place is a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair, a demon's cave and an evil cave.

Sanskrit chanting, the evil voice was treacherous, and it actually drove away the audience who were less than half-practitioners.

Does this count as shooting yourself in the foot?
Count and count!

It is natural to drive away the audience.

but……

Su Wen looked at the more than 1 auras that had skyrocketed, and continued to narrate to everyone in the audience without paying attention to those cultivators who left in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)