Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 933 - 376: Mingjiang Fire Record_4

Using the method of storytelling to pass on the supreme will of the Heaven and Earth Dao is what Bi Fang considers his mission.

The idea of "storytelling for entertainment," or "telling tales to amuse and astonish gentlemen" is bullshit in his eyes!

"We storytellers should stand high and look down on all beings, with a Will Heavenly Book to suppress those who openly or secretly oppose the glory of the supreme will."

At this point, the white-robed Daoist’s head drooped even lower.

"Jia Dao, let me tell a story to send you forth; venture into the human world first to see what’s what. Zhou Xuan’s storytelling is destined to fail—still dreaming of gathering enough Wish Power to rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture... what a delusion... such delusion."

Bi Fang had already looked down on Zhou Xuan, certain that this storytelling wouldn’t stir any waves, and was about to stop listening, when he suddenly heard a line.

"Storytellers and opera singers guide people’s ways; three great Daos take the center path, good and evil ultimately find their reward, the human world’s right path is filled with vicissitudes."

Zhou Xuan’s clear and articulate words reached Bi Fang’s ears.

Bi Fang immediately waved his hand, signaling the white-robed Daoist to postpone the descent matter for further discussion.

"Everyone, storytelling is originally meant to recount the sorrows of the world, with strange tales and anecdotes, tales of talented scholar and beautiful ladies, along with the bureaucratic ups and downs and fox spirits or wild ghosts, yet no one ever spoke of the things around us."

"I, Zhou Xuan, will break this convention today, using the Mingjiang Prefecture Xianhuo disaster as the backdrop to narrate the praiseworthy and tear-inducing deeds of our Mingjiang Prefecture people in times of calamity."

Bi Fang got angrier upon hearing this.

"The storytelling of a storyteller reminds us of the Heavens and Earth Dao, remembering the aphoristic verses of the supreme will, but using storytelling to dignify those miscreants, the lowly, what a disgrace! What a disgrace!"

After cursing, Bi Fang felt a refreshing clarity all over, thinking of mocking Zhou Xuan again, but this time, he found himself unable to laugh—he sensed that within Hui Feng Medical College, there was actually a gathering of Wish Power from the masses, not just a few strands, but hundreds, and the Wish Power was increasing.

"What antics is this clown character pulling now!"

Bi Fang roared.

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"My master once told me that if a book has no title, it cannot go far. This new book of mine takes the experiences and laments of Mingjiang Prefecture as its core, written as a memoir; my literary talent is shallow and my knowledge is insufficient, but I boldly set a name for this book, calling it ’Mingjiang Fire Record’."

Zhou Xuan finally returned to the stage, bowed with his fan in hand to Yuan Buyu, and said softly, "Master, thank you for saving the show."

"It is I who should be thanking you."

As Yuan Buyu passed Zhou Xuan, he added, "Disciple, be aware, my incense Perception tells me—Bi Fang is also watching this storytelling."

"It’s better that he’s watching; I’m just afraid he turns a deaf ear."

With a confident smile, Zhou Xuan replied,

Yuan Buyu nodded, walking behind Zhou Xuan, his figure fading, pulled back to Ping Shui Prefecture by the Ancestor Tree.

Zhou Xuan bowed again, sending off his master, then faced the audience and continued, "Mingjiang Prefecture has faced many hardships; a single Xianhuo burned down eighty percent of the city’s wealth and buildings, but we are still alive."

"We are the spark of Mingjiang Prefecture; we must continue to burn for Mingjiang Prefecture and rebuild this home into its once beautiful form."

"But we must look forward, for the people of Mingjiang Prefecture who have passed, those spirits that burst forth when resisting great disasters and misfortunes, deserve to be remembered."

"And where should they be remembered?"

Zhou Xuan opened his folded fan, looking at it as though gazing into a book, and said, "It is within this ’Mingjiang Fire Record’ that I am going to tell." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

With this introduction, the emotions of countless spectators in the audience were suddenly ignited.

Each audience member is an individual, a small and insignificant being, but they too are people of flesh and blood.

Being human, they hope to be remembered by this world, and more so hope that their family who perished in the sea of flames would be remembered by the world.

The storytelling and transmission of Yuan Buyu’s book is precisely an important means by which Jing Country remembers.

When they hear that their deeds and experiences might appear in this book, how could they not be excited?

The ’Mingjiang Fire Record’ is truly a book of Mingjiang Prefecture.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let’s spare the chatter and begin,"

As Zhou Xuan immediately closed his folded fan, he said, "A pearl necklace, pearls are precious, but without the red thread stringing dozens of pearls together, those pearls are merely pearls, not a necklace.

"The ’Mingjiang Fire Record’ is the same; it needs a chain, it needs an eye to clearly narrate the sights and sounds within Mingjiang Prefecture,

"The eye I am referring to is a person,

"This person, a native of East Gate Mansion’s East Mountain Fox Clan, with the surname Hu, given name Mu Hua..."