Commander's Destiny

Chapter 84 Baby Gourd
I saw the old beggar, shaking the empty wine gourd with one hand, and stroking his gray beard with the other hand, he said: "You guys are in great spirits, I wonder if you can let the old man ask me for a pot too. Have a drink, I can tell you a story about the Yellow Crane Tower."

Yao Jingli heard this, and immediately said: "Old man, the story of the Yellow Crane Tower is that a fairy painted a yellow crane on the wall of the restaurant in order to repay the favor of giving wine. The yellow crane came alive and helped the restaurant attract a lot of customers. After the immortal repays his kindness, he flies away on a crane."

Jiang Qianfeng also echoed: "Yes, yes, we have all heard this legend, old man, do you have any other stories?"

"What I'm telling is not a legend, it's a story that actually happened, and it's definitely a version that you've never heard before."

Hearing the old beggar's sonorous and forceful words, he slammed every word, and then changed the subject, but made a request: "I don't know if you can do me a favor first, and fill my wine gourd? "

Seeing the old beggar begging for a drink, Bai Wuyan wondered why this scene felt so familiar.

He tasted that in the legend of the Yellow Crane Tower, there was also a desolate fairy who was looking for wine everywhere, and suddenly remembered what the old dragon said before, that he and his apprentice Lu Dongbin had a dream in Chang'an Huangliang, and he couldn't help feeling these things The behavior of the so-called immortal is a bit similar. Could it be that the old beggar in front of him is another immortal?

Although Bai Wuyan felt that he might be completely overwhelmed, he still asked Jiang Qianfeng to fill the old beggar with wine. What kind of true story can the legend tell?

But unexpectedly, Jiang Qianfeng poured three big pots of wine into the old beggar's small wine gourd, but failed to fill his gourd.

Jiang Qianfeng turned his head to look at Bai Wuyan, and Bai Wuyan turned to look at Zhizhen, after all, this place was still on top of his banquet.

As for Zhizhen, he has already seen that this old beggar is probably not that simple. The wine gourd in his hand should be a magic weapon. This unremarkable old beggar may also be a deep-rooted practitioner.

"Old man, your gourd is really good at drinking," Zhizhen exclaimed loudly, and then boldly said to the door, "Shopkeeper, bring another ten jars of wine! If we don't get drunk today, we won't go home!"

Xiao Er, who was waiting at the stairway, heard that so much wine was ordered here, and promised loudly, and after a while, he asked someone to carry all ten altars of fine wine into the private room.

Zhizhen was afraid that the shopkeeper would see the clues, so he asked the juniors to retreat, and went up to him himself, and poured fine wine into the old beggar's wine gourd one by one.

It wasn't until Zhizhen poured all the wine in the fifth jar, and couldn't help asking, "Is there a story about your gourd?", the old beggar quickly took the wine gourd back, He waved his hands again and again and said: "Enough, enough, enough for me, an old man, fill up the rest. My wine gourd is indeed a gift from someone else, but let's not tell its story today, let's talk about it. Let’s talk about the story of the Yellow Crane Tower.”

When he said this, the mysterious atmosphere he created actually made everyone interested.

So while drinking, everyone listened to the story of the old beggar.

"Little girl, although the story of the Yellow Crane Tower is superficially similar to the legend you just mentioned, the truth of what I want to tell you is that the yellow crane that lived on the wall is not actually a crane. And the person who flew away with the crane is not a fairy at all." The old beggar squinted his eyes and looked at Yao Jingli with a smile, pointing out the difference between a real story and a legend at the beginning.

"What, it's not a fairy who flies away with the crane, how is this possible?"

"That's right, if the yellow crane on the wall is not a crane painted by a fairy, then why is it alive?"

Everyone was very curious about what the old beggar said, and they couldn't help discussing it in a hurry, drawing question marks one after another in their hearts in disbelief.

The legend about the Yellow Crane Tower is well known in Wuchang City, and even in the world, most of those who know about the magnificent scenery of the Yellow Crane Tower have heard of this legend.

However, what we have always believed to be true must be true?
Throughout the ages, countless experience summaries have always told us that the truth is often in the hands of a few people. Maybe those few people are even the witnesses of the so-called legends, living legends?

When you think you fully understand the world, the world may only show you the tip of the iceberg.

The world we live in is always beyond our imagination.

The unknown that we don't understand will subvert our cognition.

"Old man, what's going on?" Jiang Qianfeng didn't join the discussion, nor was he shocked.

It seems that because of his stupidity and ignorance, he has always preserved the innocence of a child, and still has the original curiosity about all the unknown things in the world, as well as the pure thirst for knowledge.

Therefore, instead of falling into the vortex of experience and the high wall created by the world, he chose to ask the old beggar for the truth.

The old beggar looked at the boy full of curiosity in his eyes, shook the wine gourd in his hand, drank a big mouthful of the fine nectar in it, and then asked slowly, "Do you know what a painting wall demon is? ?”

"Wall-painting monster? Never seen it before."

"What is a wall-painting demon?"

Everyone questioned again, the name of this demon spirit has never even been heard of by the disciples of the eight sects who take the task of subjugating demons and eliminating demons.

"Then let me start with painting the wall demon," the old beggar looked at everyone's bewildered looks, so he simply started from the beginning, "Humans have painted on caves and stone walls since ancient civilizations to preserve gods. The habit of worship or tribal history, so for thousands of years, a large number of murals have been preserved. Some of these craftsmen are extremely talented, and they have created some vivid images, such as the goddess in the murals of Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, and the Longmen Grottoes in Luoyang The Bodhisattva in the murals. In some murals, due to the painstaking efforts of the craftsmen, a little bit of the creator’s spiritual consciousness remains in them. But this little spiritual consciousness on the stone wall is absorbed day and night because it is connected to the earth veins With the essence of the mountains, rivers, sun, and moon between heaven and earth, I gradually cultivated a little bit and became a demon spirit. This demon spirit is the painting wall demon. Therefore, in many exquisite murals that have survived in the world, there are blank or even missing parts , it is probably because the mural painting demon who was on it succeeded in cultivation and left the mural."

(End of this chapter)