Journey to the West: Play Westward Journey at the beginning

Chapter 5

In the Qimeng Pavilion, Uncle Meng looked at everyone, "Are you all ready? Have you remembered everything the pavilion master taught you before?"

"Remember everything!" Everyone below also saw the crowds of people outside, and naturally knew that today was very important for Qimeng Pavilion.

"Okay, everyone is in your place. When the master of the pavilion starts, there must be no mistakes!" Uncle Meng took a deep breath and continued.

Regarding this opening, Yun Tianqing thought of many tricks, but in the end he had to cancel it.Nothing else, because this is the Tang Dynasty. On the one hand, you can say that the people of Chang'an are "short-informed", but on the other hand, the people of Chang'an can also be said to be "well-informed."If he wanted to attract attention with some magical powers, Yun Tianqing really couldn't defeat the practitioners of the prehistoric world.Because he is now a weakling with low strength, relying entirely on his own integrated system to avoid the secrets of heaven.

Since the road of showing off one's skills is unavailable, then one can only give in.It just so happens that he can do this too.Even if you don’t know how to do it, you have to know how to do it, otherwise there will be no way out.

Outside Qimeng Pavilion, a group of Chang'an people who had been waiting for a long time suddenly saw wind and sand rising around them, and soon it turned into yellow sand filling the sky.But when they reached out to touch the sand, they found that there was nothing, just an illusion.

When the yellow sand in the sky dispersed, all the people of Chang'an sitting on the cloud bed found that the bottom had turned into a vast desert.Of course, after the experience just now, everyone also knows that the desert in front of them is also an illusion.Just when everyone was feeling a little interesting, the tinkling sound of clear spring water and the clear and ethereal sound of wind chimes seemed to come from a distance.A man walked step by step from the distant desert. As the man got closer, the sound of music lingering in his ears became clearer and clearer.

“The past, the present, the past, never to come again;

Red, fallen leaves, long buried in dust;

The beginning and the end are always unchanged;

You are wandering in the sky, outside the white clouds"

Desolate desert, ethereal soundtrack, slightly hoarse and low singing voice.With almost no effort, the audience present and other viewers watching remotely through various means were brought into an atmosphere that felt bitter but profound and melodious, slightly sad but full of regret.

When it comes to singing skills, Yun Tianqing can barely be said to be outstanding. Compared with those peerless singers who are favored by God, they are still far behind.But the important thing about a song is never the singing skills, but the empathy and resonance.As long as the song and singer can arouse the empathy and resonance of the listener, then it is a good song and a good singer.

"The Love of My Life" is undoubtedly a great song, and relying on the illusion created by Baigongmen and the musical atmosphere, coupled with Yun Tianqing's low, somewhat sad and helpless voice, is enough to arouse everyone's emotions. empathy and resonance.

“The sea of ​​suffering stirs up love and hate;

In this world, it is hard to escape fate;

Blind date, unexpectedly cannot, get close;
Or I should, believe, be fate."

In a private room of a restaurant not far from Qimeng Pavilion, three old men with clear faces in Confucian robes were listening with their eyes closed.If Cheng Yaojin and other students from the Imperial College were here, they would definitely scream out in surprise, because one of the three people present is a priest from the Imperial College, and the other two are from the left and right officials of the Imperial College. They are all famous Confucian scholars.To put it bluntly, they have the final say whether the Imperial College is in chaos or not.

At this moment, Zuo Siye of the Imperial College was secretly called a cold-faced scholar by Cheng Yaojin and others. Sima Zhang, who usually took a walk when meeting students from a distance, had a soft face, as if he was touched by some memory, but then he smiled bitterly and murmured silently. : "Is it difficult to escape fate in this world?"

"Lover, after farewell, forever, never come again (the dissipated love);

Speechless, sitting alone, looking outside the world (may this continue in the future);
Although flowers will wither (I only wish), they will bloom again (for you); the love of my life is vague (waiting), outside the white clouds (expecting)."

In the Flower Temple, a begonia flower in full bloom suddenly appeared with a palm-sized figure sitting on the flower's stamens. The small and delicate figure waved his hand, and the scene of Qimeng Pavilion appeared in front of it.

“The sea of ​​suffering stirs up love and hate;

In this world, it is hard to escape fate;

Blind date, unexpectedly cannot, get close;
Or I should, believe, be fate."

When the song ends, there are still lingering sounds.Although it cannot be a song that can make more than [-] viewers cry, some of the emotions are relatively rich. I am particularly regretful about a certain relationship in the past, and I can't let it go. I just keep it in my heart on weekdays. The audience, at this moment, could no longer hold back tears.

Yun Tianqing stood at the top of the Qimeng Pavilion tower with his hands clasped behind his back. The illusion of yellow sand that had been surrounding him all disappeared at this moment.Looking around, you can see that there are crowds of people in Cloud Bed, high and low.Among them were top Tang nobles such as the Cheng family brothers, Chang Sun Chong, and Fang Yizhi, as well as some who looked ordinary, but were actually indistinct in Yun Tianqing's perception. It was unknown which incarnation of the immortal god had not left Chang'an.

But no matter who it was, it didn't matter to him as long as they didn't directly interrupt him.

"Welcome to Qimeng Pavilion. I am Yun Tianqing, the master of the pavilion. Thank you for your presence and making Qimeng Pavilion shine." Yun Tianqing looked around, bowed in all directions, and continued:

“Here, there are moving and twists of legendary stories to listen to together;
Here, there are unique new photos to enjoy with you;

Here, there are still many weird, absurd and interesting things for you to discover.

The film story "Journey to the West" that will be screened for free for everyone later is one of them. I hope you will like it. "

"You're welcome, Pavilion Master. Just the song you played just now makes this trip worthwhile. I still don't know what the name of this song is?"

When the audience didn't know how to react and were somewhat silent, a melodious voice sounded from a distance, and then spread to all directions.

"This song is called "The Love of My Life" and it is also the theme song for the "Westward Journey" photo shoot that will be screened later."

Just as Yun Tianqing finished answering, another voice sounded.

"The pavilion master mentioned that the promotional paper for "Westward Journey" mentioned by the master the day before yesterday seemed to have a holy monk appearing. Could it be that this photo tells the story of the holy monk's journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures?"

"Yes and no, the story told in the photo is the story of Tang Sanzang's pilgrimage to the West for Buddhist scriptures. But this Tang Sanzang may be different from the saintly monks you know, or it may be said that this is a story based on a story by a group of professional actors, through a unique way A photo that was acted out by everyone. As for the quality of the story in the photo, I will leave it to your evaluation."

Yun Tianqing calmly answered the questions that popped up from time to time.

(End of this chapter)