Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 934 - 377: The Daoist Descends to the Mortal Realm

As soon as Zhou Xuan began his tale, he established Mu Hua as the main character, sparking discussions among many people.

The most common source of these discussions was the survivors from East Market Street.

Everyone on East Market Street knew Mu Hua.

Before Zhou Xuan arrived at East Market Street, everyone on that street used to bully that fool Hua Zi.

But during the Burning Calamity, it was Mu Hua’s sister, Sister Cui, who transformed into a fox and led the people of East Market Street to escape.

After surviving the calamity, whenever the survivors of East Market Street remembered how they used to bully Mu Hua, they felt deeply ashamed.

Nowadays, Mu Hua has become the main character in Zhou Xuan’s tale, with such a resounding reputation that every survivor in Mingjiang Prefecture hears the name. These old residents of East Market Street deeply feel that Mu Hua deserves this glory.

"Let me tell you, Mu Hua, from our street, is a good lad."

"A good lad? You didn’t hold back from bullying Mu Hua before, did you?"

"Ah, I was ignorant before. Now, if I see Mu Hua, I will kowtow to him three times, and my word is as good as gold."

"You’re just spouting nonsense. If kowtowing could bring Mu Hua back, I wouldn’t stop at three times, I’d kowtow thirty, even three hundred times in an instant."

"Mu Hua is from your East Market Street, huh? The master is true to his word; saying that with one story, he would speak of the charming figures of Mingjiang Prefecture, and indeed he does."

The people of East Market Street, through personal experiences, further confirmed that Zhou Xuan’s "Mingjiang Fire Record" was indeed adapted and created based on the people of Mingjiang Prefecture.

Listening to the tale, the folks felt that this book had brought their hearts closer.

It’s akin to the past life — the local television station, lacking money and stars, but always attracting plenty of viewers. It’s simple, the sound of local dialect feels full of familiar warmth.

Besides the people from East Market Street, those most affected at the scene were the Fox Clan, especially King Xishan.

Unlike the painter whose face showed worries, or the Music Master who mobilized the God Traveling Department, always watching if any person transformed into a mouse among the audience.

King Xishan’s face was filled with pride. Within his Incense Fire Divine Dao cultivation, yin and yang were dissonant, with heavy yin energy and weak yang energy, needing often to sit beside a fire to supplement the yang.

The energy is the master of blood, yang is the mother of blood. Yang deficiency often meant King Xishan’s face was pale, without a trace of blood.

Yet tonight, being overly excited with great mood, he surprisingly had a tint of blood on his face.

The reason was none other.

It’s because as Zhou Xuan opened his story, he repeatedly mentioned him when setting the tale’s scene.

The first time was to praise King Xishan’s heroic performance in the Burning Calamity.

The second was when Zhou Xuan mentioned Mu Hua’s name, specially stating – this young man, from the East Mountain Fox Clan, surnamed Hu, named Mu Hua.

The former solely praised King Xishan, while the latter specifically noted the Fox Clan, being mentioned twice, how could King Xishan not be pleased?

However, King Xishan’s excitement was evident, but the serving Fox Slave nearby seemed puzzled.

The Fox Slave asked, "Great King, although the Master mentioned us Hu Clan several times in his tale, it’s only a story, why are you so excited?"

"A story? You underestimate the storyteller’s Tangkou."

King Xishan feared the Fox Slave would speak out of turn amidst the crowd, saying something inappropriate that might reach the Master’s ears, tarnishing his reputation. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

He sternly and softly told the Fox Slave, "The storyteller’s Tangkou holds a high status in Jing Country, and why? They are conduit of supreme will, with words reaching celestial ears, not exaggerating at all."

"Within this Tangkou, there are levels among storytellers. The higher the level, the more significant the tales they publicly tell,"

If a storyteller who can ascend to the Heavenly Dome, the tales they have told will be recorded by the Tangkou, spreading through generations."

"What a remarkable person the Master is. Compared to those Heavenly Dome-ascending storytellers, he is only higher, not lower. The books he has told through his life will sooner or later be recorded in the Tangkou, spreading for hundreds of generations."

When King Xishan spoke of this, his words once again held a small touch of excitement, saying, "A name echoing through centuries, what grandeur."

"Jing Country has endured for two thousand years, with countless lengthy chronicles, and within those, even a few strokes in itself would be extraordinary glory... With the Master, our Fox Clan, I, King Xishan, can leave a mark in the history books, for hundreds of years, thousands years, there’d still be someone to remember me, remember the Fox Clan."

Settling matters for the King’s name across the world, winning fame before and after the body.

Name before the body is easier to strive for, but after the body... is exceedingly difficult, yet it’s this posthumous name that every ambitious person values most.

Upon hearing that the tales told by Zhou Xuan could spread for hundreds of generations, the Fox Slave instantly came up with an idea, saying, "Great King, why don’t we offer tribute to the Master, donate some treasures, allowing the Master to speak fondly of us in his story?"

"Shut up. An elevated storyteller is an embodiment of will. Offering tribute and donating treasures, what manners would that be... Telling tales is a grand matter for him, every word and action on stage springs from his life’s deep emotions. Engaging in such covert schemes, would harm the Master instead."

After reprimanding the Fox Slave, King Xishan resumed sipping tea, thoughtfully savoring Zhou Xuan’s current tale.