Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 42 The Taoist
July [-]th, Obon Festival.

Since the thirteenth day of July, various households in Goulan have contributed their efforts to set up a large stage in the busiest middle street, where performers, singers, and storytellers appear one after another.

until the fifteenth...

On the fifteenth day, the big stage was still full of gongs and drums, but compared to the tenth day, it was much less popular.

In the Goulan tiles, all the houses are closed, the shops are no longer open, and even the small vendors on the street are gone. Occasionally, there are a few passers-by who are in a hurry and dare not stay outside.

Su Wen left home, went to the big stage, and found that the streets and ends of Goulan were lined up with mage's seat and Shigutai. .

It is said that these Taoist priests and monks come from the two major temples outside the city, Baiyun Temple and Faming Temple, which are full of incense and believers.

Although there is no real basis for this statement, no matter how you listen to it, it feels like bragging, but Su Wen still remembered the names of Baiyun Temple and Faming Temple.

It is definitely not common to be able to gain a foothold outside the city, build temples, and temples that are full of incense. Otherwise, they would have been robbed by bandits and robbers from all walks of life. They still want to build temples, repair golden bodies, and accumulate incense, without looking at the current world?
……

Su Wen came all the way to Middle Street, and he could hear the sound of gongs and drums from a distance. A big stage stood in the center, and there were hundreds of tables of banquets under the stage. eat and drink.

"Ask brother, are you here?"

As soon as Su Wen approached, he heard a greeting, followed by the reputation, it was Meng Shi.

"The shopkeeper's..."

"Follow me, I will recommend someone for you!"

Su Wen stepped forward, but before he finished speaking, Meng Shi interrupted him with a wave, and dragged him to the front row of the big stage.

"Zhang Daochang, Zhang Daochang?"

Meng Shi looked around and shouted repeatedly, but no one responded.

Until Su asked aloud: "Shopkeeper, is he the person you are looking for?"

Meng Shi turned his head and saw a man lying on the bench under the table, sound asleep.

"Master Zhang!"

"Ask brother, come with me!"

Seeing this, Meng Shi ignored the explanation, and hurriedly led Su Wen forward to the side of the sleeping man.

That man is a Taoist priest, but he doesn't look like a Taoist priest. He is sloppy, with a sour smell of rotten wine, and the Taoist robe on his body is also tattered. Washed.

With this appearance, this attire, it is no problem to say that he is a beggar.

But Meng Shi respected this sloppy, beggar-like Taoist priest. Seeing him sleeping on the bench, he didn't dare to stretch out his hands to push him awake, so he could only whisper: "Daozhang Zhang, Daozhang Zhang, Wake up?"

The Taoist priest didn't respond, he was still lying there and sleeping soundly.

Meng Shi had no choice but to amplify his voice: "Meng Shi, Daoist Zhang, I'm Meng Shi, the Meng Shi who invited you to drink at the bookstore last time."

"Um……"

"boom!"

Maybe it was because the sound was too loud, which disturbed the Taoist's dream. He turned over impatiently, but he didn't notice that he was sleeping on a bench, there was no room for him to turn over, and he fell directly to the floor.

"Master Zhang!"

Meng Shi was startled, and quickly helped him up, only to find that the Taoist priest was not awakened by the fall at all, and was still sleeping soundly there.

"Hey!"

Seeing this, Meng Shi was also helpless, so he could only take out a small jar of wine from the bag, unplugged it and handed it to the Taoist: "Zhang Daochang, Zhang Daochang, wake up, this is the spring brew from Jinhualou."

"Ok!"

As soon as the aroma of the wine came out, the Taoist opened his eyes, grabbed Meng Shi's hand, and directly poured himself a mouthful of spring brew.

"Good wine, good wine!"

"It really is the spring brew from Jinhua Building!"

The Taoist savored the fine wine with an intoxicated expression on his face, and then turned his eyes to Meng Shi and Su Wen, and said with a smile: "So it's the shopkeeper Meng. If you say you, come here, and bring any gifts. I, Taoist Zhang, are the kind who don't see money. People who don’t open their eyes, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!”

Meng Shi: "..."

Su asked: "..."

The two were speechless and silent.

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding, this wine is really good!"

Zhang Daoren took another sip of wine for himself, then stood up from the ground, sat down on the bench, grabbed the food on the table, and said while eating: "It's just like food, you can't deal with ghosts like this .”

Regarding this, Meng Shi could say nothing, but he could not say anything, so he could only pull Su Wen: "Zhang Daochang, this is the Su Wen I told you before, Brother Wen, this is Zhang Daochang of Baiyun Temple, the real one." A man of virtue, an expert!"

Su Wen didn't say anything, and arched his hands as usual: "Daozhang Zhang!"

"Oh?"

Daoren Zhang looked Su Wen up and down, then smiled and said, "Sure enough, it's not bad, not bad!"

"..."

These words seemed to mean something, but Su Wen remained calm and did not reply, as if he didn't hear the underlying meaning, the underlying voice.

He didn't make a sound, but Meng Shi couldn't stay silent, and immediately said to Zhang Daoren: "Zhang Daoren, I asked my brother to come on stage tonight. It's the same time as Zishi. I also ask the Taoist priest to protect me for a while."

"Don't worry, it's already prepared for you."

Zhang Taoist took a sip of wine, took out something from his bosom, threw it to Meng Shi and said, "Take it!"

Meng Shi took a look, and found that it was actually two talisman papers folded into triangles, with bright red cinnabar and black... mud on them?
What a dirt!

But Meng Shi didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, he looked happy and thanked the Taoist: "Thank you, Daoist Zhang!"

After finishing speaking, he handed a triangular talisman paper to Su Wen, and instructed: "Brother Wen, keep it close to you, and don't lose it."

Su Wen took the talisman paper and nodded: "Don't worry, shopkeeper, Su Wen understands."

"Ok!"

Meng Shi also put away the talisman paper close to his body, and then turned his gaze back to Taoist Zhang: "The Taoist priest gave the talisman, Meng Shi will remember it in his heart, and he will definitely go to Baiyun temple to worship the incense in the future."

"It's easy to talk, just remember to bring wine, other old ways don't matter."

Daoren Zhang waved his hand, looked at Su Wen again, and said with a light smile, "Boy Su, your writing is good and your speech is even better. This kind of talent makes people yearn for it, and the old way is average. Would you like to have a drink or two with the old Taoist, and chat a few more gossips?"

"..."

Su Wen was silent, looked at Meng Shi, and then turned his eyes back to Zhang Daoren, who seemed drunk but not drunk, and who was smiling but not smiling, cupped his hands and said, "This is Su Wen's luck!"

After finishing speaking, he sat down on the bench on the other side.

Seeing this, Meng Shi didn't say much: "I'm asking you to have a slow drink with Daoist Zhang, I'll go to the backstage to prepare first."

"Slow down, shopkeeper."

"..."

Meng Shi left, leaving behind Su Wen and Zhang Daoren, and the atmosphere suddenly became more subtle.

Zhang Taoist took a sip of wine, twisted a few fennel beans from the plate with his hands, and said to Su Wen while eating: "Boy Su, you have this talent, you shouldn't waste it here, and become a storyteller." , have you ever thought about obtaining fame, stepping on Qingyun Road, opening that golden house, seeing that Yan Ruyu, and enjoying that gentle country?"

Su Wen shook his head, and said: "The Taoist priest is absurd, Su Wen has only a little ink in his chest, it is not easy to be a storyteller in this Goulan, how dare you think about fame and fame?"

"Hahaha!"

Daoren Zhang laughed, stretched out his hand and pointed at Su and asked, "That means you don't take the test. If you take the test, the fame and fame are just a matter of flips. I can assure you of this. There is even a slight chance that Qingyun will go straight up." , an extremely human minister."

Su Wen frowned, his expression surprised: "Why did the Taoist priest say that?"

"People have the same fate!"

Daoren Zhang smiled, squinted at Su and asked, "Look at fortune by face, and fate by heart, Su boy, in your destiny, there are two ways to be happy, one is to gain fame and fame for literature, and the other is to gain fame for kingship." , I wonder if you want to be a minister capable of governing the world, or a hero in troubled times?"

　I'm sorry, I'm a bit stuck, I was delayed again yesterday, and I'll make it up in the fourth update today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)