Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 936 - 377: The Daoist Descends to the Mortal Realm (Part 3)
"Hmph! He could be considered a storyteller who has gone through nine levels of skill, a world apart from those street performers.
Storytellers at this level have their works almost always collected by the Tangkou. Only the grandest characters deserve to be told in their books, but he has audaciously told the story of a group of commoners." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
Bi Fang stood up, turned his palm toward the white-robed Daoist, and said, "Decades later, or perhaps a century, when future storytellers pick up the book told by Zhou Xuan, upon opening it, they’ll find unknown little figures. Some characters haven’t even cultivated incense fire.
Wouldn’t the future generations laugh their teeth off when they see such a book?"
"Yet this book is still cherished by those commoners, and it’s even amassed tremendous wish power, towering like a mountain, aiming to grow toward the Prefecture City among the clouds."
Bi Fang said, "If there truly is enough wish power and it enters the cloud city, I’m afraid... Mingjiang Prefecture will truly be rebuilt."
"With the grand Prefecture City completed, Zhou Xuan’s fame in the human world will flourish greatly. Not to mention that only one holder of the Heavenly Book will survive, even if both he and I survive, it’ll be a huge trouble."
"Everyone in the world knows Zhou Xuan, yet doesn’t know me, Bi Fang. How am I supposed to preach?"
Bi Fang is now extremely hateful, coupled with jealousy more intense than a raging fire,
Hatred and jealousy intertwined, forming a singular thought—to immediately eliminate Zhou Xuan.
However, thoughts are thoughts, eliminating Zhou Xuan tonight, Bi Fang knows it’s unlikely.
The You Shen of Mingjiang Prefecture are concentrated in one place. Though Bi Fang is above the level of nine incense, even a fierce tiger fears a pack of wolves,
He still vividly remembers how Star Covering, Zhao Qingxiao, and Gong Zheng died.
"Jia Dao, I will send you to Mingjiang."
Bi Fang decided to accelerate sending Jia Dao into the human world.
He turned around, walked behind the storytelling platform, and heavily knocked the gavel on the table, then loudly declared, "One book preaches, enlightening all beings, with the supreme will beside, caution in words and deeds.
I am the preacher, you are the listeners, during my storytelling, chatting and cheerful expressions are forbidden."
He pointed to the empty "audience seats," detailing his rules.
Bi Fang’s storytelling was always like this,
In his eyes, storytelling is preaching, the audience below are the listeners.
Since it’s listening to the Dao, it is an extremely serious matter, the listeners can only behave with seriousness.
If anyone is not serious, at best he will expel them from the venue, at worst, he will execute them in the name of the supreme will.
"My books are never mere jokes, they are books condensed by heaven and earth, books unveiling the mysteries of heaven and earth... Idle persons are forbidden to enter and listen."
Once again Bi Fang’s gavel snapped on the table, and the book he was about to tell began, meanwhile, it strangely resonated with the book told by Zhou Xuan in Mingjiang Prefecture.
This is the privilege of the storyteller’s God-level—the human world books, and the ones he tells, can be controlled by him, creating resonance.
Once resonance begins, he and his Daoists can descend in the human world’s books.
Not relying on Divine Silk suspending, only relying on the resonance of two books to descend to the world.
As Bi Fang’s tale continued, the form of the white-robed Daoist gradually darkened—until disappearance.
...
In Mingjiang Prefecture, inside Hui Feng Medical College, Zhou Xuan was still vigorously storytelling. Suddenly, he noticed a familiar figure in the distance amongst the audience seats.
It was his sister, Zhou Lingyi.
"Everyone, books must be told sentence by sentence, I’m speaking until my mouth is dry, let me moisten my throat."
Coincidentally, now was the "breather" Zhou Xuan had previously set. He paused his storytelling to catch his breath and moisten his throat.
No audience was upset; this session of storytelling made them extremely engaged, profoundly moved many, and when the story paused, some began chatting about the misfortunes at home, while others quietly reminisced...
Zhou Xuan stepped off the stage, walked to Zhou Lingyi’s side, and asked, "Sister, why have you come?"
"Elder Yuan sensed Bi Fang seems to have descended into your storytelling."
"Oh, it’s about that."
Zhou Xuan laughingly said.
"You know?"
"Of course I know, however, the one who descended was not Bi Fang."
Zhou Xuan said.
The storyteller’s tale is a daydream woven from words.
The aura of the Dream Realm Heavenly God is linked by three Tangkou—storyteller, tattoo, Mr. Ye.
When descending in a storyteller’s tale, it’s an absurd dreamlike descent—Zhou Xuan is the dream weaver, if the dream stirs, how could he not know.
"Not Bi Fang?" Zhou Lingyi asked.
"It’s a Daoist, in my book dream, I can’t sense his incense aura."
Zhou Xuan said.
A Daoist, a person without incense nor fire.
"Find him and kill him?"
Zhou Lingyi made a throat-cutting gesture.
When a Daoist descends to the world without incense or fire, if let unchecked, he can rapidly elevate his incense fire level in a very short time.
Upper Soldier, attain immortality in seven days.
"No rush, let’s play with him."
"You have... intentions?" Zhou Lingyi caught the undertone.
"This Mountain person has his stratagems."
Zhou Xuan found the nearby Music Master, asked for a cup of fresh tea, handed it to Zhou Lingyi, and whispered, "Sister, honestly, I found an actor to play Bi Fang’s Daoist to entice the Earth Abyss Demon Rat, to bring it out to join forces."
"Now that the real Daoist has descended, it’s even better. I can have my actor play the Demon Rat, to deceive that Daoist, enticing Bi Fang to actively join forces."
