Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 54 Boiling
Under the big stage, ghosts are boiling, the wind is blowing the vast air-conditioning, and the surrounding street scenes are looming, and it seems that it is not like the world.

The sounds of ghosts and ghosts were noisy, the three cultivators were silent, but they showed different expressions, Taoist Zhang Zhou frowned, monk Yun Zhen recited the Buddha's name silently, Fan Rui's face was calm.

Bao Gong's rebellious words pointed directly at the emperor in the palace, all the princes in the palace, Emperor Renzong, and all civil and military officials were all shocked.

How can a good public case book and a good public security drama develop to this point?
No one except Su Wen could figure it out.

Bao Qingtian of the Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses.

This is a typical koan book, and Bao Gong is also a typical koan minister, who stands firm in the court and is not afraid of the powerful.

But no matter whether it is the Baogong in history or the Baogong in the books, it is impossible to say such words to the emperor, because this is disobedience, it is deceiving the emperor, it is a rebellious and immoral statement that stirs up public opinion and commits chaos.

Whether it is Baogong in history or in books, he would not say such words, and if he had such a conflict with the emperor, he would only use his own wisdom to defuse the crisis skillfully, alert the emperor, and make him repent.

Su asked why he didn't talk about this kind of Baogong, but instead consumed the aura, creating a fearless, fearless, rather reckless, disregarding the situation, disregarding the rules and tacit understanding of the ruling group, disregarding the mask of the ruling group. The bloody torn Bao Gong?
Because that's what he wanted, Mr. Bao!

Only this kind of Baogong can truly touch people's hearts and arouse the anger buried deep in his heart.

The wrath of the people is easy to say, as if it only takes a few words and a few stimuli, those oppressed people will rise up and sweep the world.

How can it be so simple!
The wisdom of the people is not enlightened, and the people are ignorant. Most people don't know how to vent their anger, who to vent their anger on, or even whether they should be angry. They still retain a sliver of fantasy and hope, thinking that there is still a blue sky. Even if a good official, and the son of Shengming, did something stupid, it was because of the deceitfulness of the treacherous officials.

They don't dare to face it, they don't know how to face it, they can only deceive themselves like this, seal that anger in their hearts, suppress it in the deepest and deepest part, don't say a few words to provoke, even if they use a knife to persecute them, they will Dare not to explode, would rather become a lonely wild ghost who froze to death and starved to death by the roadside, than dare to raise his arms and rise up.

They are ignorant, they are afraid and confused, they have no goal, no direction, they can't see the enemy clearly, and they can't see themselves clearly.

Therefore, Su Wen needed such a Duke Bao, who would bloody tear off the mask of the ruling group, and bloody arouse the anger of the people at the bottom.

The king and the scholars rule the world together, the royal family and the family suppress the world, the king is above, the scholars are above, the royal family and the family are above, only the common people are below, and they are blocked and isolated by the natural barrier in the middle.

Grass people, grass people, we are just grass people, as numerous as grass, as humble as grass, trampled on and exploited by others.

But for the sake of their children and future generations, the grassroots are willing to turn into firewood, start a prairie fire with a single spark, and sweep the world!
Don't believe in the Holy Son of Heaven, don't expect the iron and blue sky, and don't think that there will be any gods who will show pity and retribution!

We have to take everything back with our own hands and get everything!
This is our anger, this is our strength!

……

It is true that this kind of Bao Gong is unreal, and such a plot is unreasonable, but authenticity and rationality have never been the core of creation, let alone Su Wen's pursuit.

Su Wen needed this anger and this aura, for this reason, he had to give in to any authenticity and rationality.

Therefore, he created this kind of Bao Gong, a Bao Gong who is fundamentally different from the original chivalrous text.

This is the need of the plot, the need of creation!
"Hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

"Kill~!"

"Dog officer!"

"Dark Lord!"

The audience in the audience was already in chaos, the ghosts were boiling, the ghosts were clamoring, and the evil spirit was raging, soaring into the sky, with hundreds of thousands of banners, trying to kill Yama.

"Amitabha!"

All the ghosts were making such a fuss, how could the three people in the audience sit still? Monk Yunzhen suddenly opened his eyes, put his hands together, and a golden light suddenly appeared behind him, like a flower bud blooming in a pond, turning into a golden lotus platform, although there is no entity, It's just brilliance, but it's also very dazzling, suppressing all ghosts and ghosts.

"Boy Su, stop talking!"

Taoist Zhang Zhou also stood up, stepped on the Tiangang Beidou, and calmed down the evil spirits around him.

but……

"boom!"

There was only an explosion, and the golden lotus flower shattered. Monk Yunzhen fell to the ground, with blood overflowing from his mouth, dripping on the pure white monk's robe, and sparkling startling plum blossoms.

"boom!"

Monk Yunzhen fell so fast, Taoist Zhang Zhou didn't last long, Beidou Gangbu was directly overturned by the menacing aura, and fell down on a table in a state of embarrassment, the table was smashed to pieces, and he fell seven times Meat and eight vegetables.

Compared to the two who were in a panic, Fan Rui on the other side was much better.

It's not that Fan Rui's method is much stronger than the two, but...

He did nothing!
He just stood there, watching without doing anything.

This is a wise choice.

Monk Yunzhen and Taoist priest Zhang Zhou were injured because they wanted to suppress all ghosts, but how could their suppressing power surpass the boiling momentum of all ghosts? Buddhism and Taoism were destroyed by raging evil spirits, and the two people who cast spells to suppress It was also affected and suffered a lot.

Fan Rui didn't cast spells, didn't suppress, didn't fight against the eruption of ghosts, so he didn't get hurt.

"My old waist..."

Taoist Zhang Zhou propped up his body that was about to fall apart, looked at the tens of thousands of ghosts around him, felt that his soul was going to be scared out of his body, he hurriedly turned to the stage, and shouted loudly: "Boy Su, find a way to end this! "

On the other side, Monk Yunzhen struggled to hold himself up, wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand, and shouted to Su Wen loudly: "Ghosts are ghosts after death, incomplete things, incomplete spirits, and extreme personalities. They are so irritating, if they don’t want to calm down, then don’t say that the ghost gate will go back to the Yin Division, it’s a fluke if Anping County is not bloodbathed!”

"It's useless to say these things, hurry up and find a way to end it!"

Taoist Zhang Zhou pulled out a peach-wood sword from nowhere, rushed to Monk Yunzhen and said, "Old Taoist, I practice congenital fortune-telling, Fuxi gossip, and transcendence. I'm really not good at such things. Guardian, you find a way to transcend them."

"You might as well save me directly!"

Monk Yunzhen also lost his demeanor when he heard this: "I'm only a minor cultivator of the second realm, not a congenital monk of the fourth realm. You want me to save tens of thousands of crazy and boiling ghosts by myself?"

"Is there any way to deal with things now, hurry up, the mantra of rebirth is overwhelming for a while!"

Daoist Zhang Zhou held the mahogany sword, and shouted to the high platform again: "Boy Su, what are you still doing standing there, quickly end the mess you made, or we will all have to explain here tonight."

The two people in the audience were shocked and angry.

On the stage, Su Wen was calm as usual. Looking at the fierce and conflicting ghosts, he turned around, sat back in his original position, raised the Xingmu, and slapped it hard.

"Snapped!"

Xingmu slapped the table, his voice was like thunder, it actually overwhelmed the voices of all ghosts, and Su Wen's words echoed loudly.

"Baogong's words are heart-wrenching. How will Renzong and the officials react?"

(End of this chapter)