Chapter 820

"Just now, an official has pointed out the strange man, which is enough to prove that Xiao Sheng is not lying." The storyteller's face is scratchy and dirty, which looks especially vicissitudes. But he seriously calls himself Xiaosheng at this time. "That strange man is really a strange man. Please listen to me slowly."

"He is more than nine feet tall, big in arms and round in waist, and powerful! If you don't drink, you don't eat, you won't get into it! "

"The villagers in Baima village regard him as a monster, and they will spit on him every time, but he doesn't resist!"

"He helps people to work without asking for a reward. Every time he goes into the mountain, he will bring back a pile of prey and distribute it to the neighbors of the village. However, no one appreciates him. Instead, he calls him a fool!"

"One Taoist said that his flesh and blood had magical power, which could cure all kinds of diseases, callus poison and prolong life. When someone came to him, he would cut his flesh and bleed himself to cure his neighbors. But those who long for longevity think of his flesh and blood all day long, and regard him as a medicine and a monster! "

"One day, the mountain monsters invade the countryside and kill several people. He fights the monsters with his bare hands and bathes in blood."

"When he was seriously injured, he was frightening, so he mobilized the whole village to drown him!" The storyteller said that he was indignant and spiteful, "the people of Baima village thought that they had done a bad thing and no one found it, but the Buddha saw everything in his eyes, and any evil result that confused black and white and right and wrong will eventually lead to a bad result!"

"So at the moment of the strange man's death, the yangyaozi mountain behind him collapsed and the mud and stones devoured everything. There is no Baima village in the Forbidden City!"

"According to Xiao Sheng's guess, the strange man must have been turned into a mountain spirit or mountain god. He originally came to help Baima village, but he didn't expect to be rewarded with kindness! The mountain god is dead. The sheep waist mountain is going to fall down and kill these villains! "

After the storyteller finished, he looked forward to the second floor.

The man in the window nodded: "it doesn't look like a lie to listen to you. Come up and get the money!"

"Yes, indeed, thank you!" The storyteller keeps nodding his head, mentions his scholar's robe full of mud and oil, and runs happily upstairs.

"Buddha? Don't you usually say that God sees everything in his eyes? Is Buddha's tube so wide? " Anyang said a little funny, but he also found something strange.

Although these people who listen to the story are very surprised, they are surprised to hear that the son of Wang's family next door killed someone or brother Li's daughter-in-law stole someone, rather than sniffing like ordinary people or thinking that this kind of thing is absolutely impossible!

Anyang naturally knows that the world must be unusual.

From the name of the world, we can hear that this should be a world where gods and Buddhas coexist. All the gods and Buddhas have them. What's so strange about some mountain gods?

Xiao Chan looks at Anyang, as if to ask where he is going next, but when she sees that he hasn't moved, she stands still.

Before long, the storyteller came out of the building in ecstasy.

In his hand, he was carrying a few extremely inconspicuous copper plates. He walked briskly, but as soon as he came out of the door, he found that someone had stopped him.

"No!"

The storyteller's heart sank. He knew what the world was like. Did he encounter robbery?

So he squinted up his eyes and looked forward, just like a pair of myopia, and he was just about to hold his glasses.

In front of him was a young man dressed strangely. He didn't look strong. He also took a white and clean girl with him. He was very beautiful. He couldn't help looking at him.

What a good object for a child's daughter-in-law!

The storyteller swallowed his mouth secretly. He has never tasted the taste of a woman since he was so old!

At this time, he also knew that the two men were not robbers. He said "do not look at me if I am not polite" in his heart, but his eyes always glanced at the little girl involuntarily.

"Am I evil!? Buddha bless The storyteller said something in his heart. Finally, he came back to God and made a bow to Anyang's decent arch hand. "Brother, what do you want to do for blocking Xiaosheng at the gate of the moon catching building?"

"Moon catching tower?" Anyang looked up at the eye plaque and thought about the brothels and elegant houses. "I want to ask you a few questions, but you must satisfy me."

"You are joking, brother. As soon as you come up..." The storyteller said only half of what he said, because the small piece of white silver in Anyang's hand had blocked his mouth. "If you want to ask anything, brother, you can't guarantee anything else. You must say what you know, or you must say what you don't know! Buddha said, "don't talk in vain..."

"Well." Anyang nodded with satisfaction and smiled a little. This guy is smarter than most people.

In the era when these copper plates can make a scholar ecstatic, it is estimated that money is not very circulating. What can be more attractive than jingling copper plates?

Silver, of course, symbolizes holiness and brilliance!

Anyang is not stingy either. He directly throws the silver to him and takes Xiaochan to the front.

The storyteller hurriedly took over, and the small and heavy hand immediately told him that it was true, but he still put it into his mouth and bit it hard. His teeth were broken and sour for a while, and there was a shallow tooth mark on the silver.Gollum!

A sound of swallowing.

Then he quickly responded, trotting to follow the two figures: "Bodhisattva shows spirit, Bodhisattva shows spirit!"

Anyang is speechless.

Stepping out of the square, the stone road on the ground became more and more tattered. He put his hand on Xiao Chan's head, and no matter what made Xiao Chan feel uncomfortable, he asked, "where is the current generation, this What is the forbidden state? "

"Er..." The storyteller took a look at him with fear. For the sake of silver, he replied, "come back, brother, it's said in the book that we forbid the city of Zhou to be in the middle of Nanyan Fuzhou, but the former dynasty has been destroyed for more than ten years. Now there is no owner in the world and all the Heroes rise together. It's the time of turmoil. Soldiers and bandits entered the city twice last month."

"Nanyan Fuzhou?" Anyang frowned.

Thanks to the many books he has read over the years, he knows that the world in the Buddhist imagination is centered on Lingshan mountain, surrounded by salt water, and divided into four parts: Dongsheng Shenzhou, nanzhanbuzhou, xiniuhezhou and beidulu.

Nanyan Fuzhou is the Nanzhan island.

It seems that the scriptures of this storyteller are not Confucian classics, but Buddhist scriptures. At the same time, the world is really related to myths, especially Buddhism.

"It is Nanyan Fuzhou." The storyteller nodded, "before, there were some small countries around the Central Plains, all of them were courtiers to us, but since the decline of the previous dynasty, they have been treacherous. Now I hear that those small countries and neighbors are either plagued by demons or soldiers. In a word, it's not peaceful! "

"Is it a turbulent time?"

"Yes, there are demons in troubled times." When the storyteller said this, he had some palpitations. He unconsciously looked at Xiao Chan beside Anyang, and then looked forward. "Brother, brother, where are we going? Then we will leave the city."

Anyang took a funny look at him and said, "OK, let's talk about it here and find a place to sit."

"Then There's a tea shop over there. I don't know if it's open yet. It's not easy to do business now. " As he spoke, the storyteller walked to an alley on the left.

There is indeed a tea shop here, but it seems that it hasn't been opened for a long time, but there are still a few benches left, probably because these benches are completely wooden lumps. It's too big to take them back as firewood to burn, so they can stay here properly.

Anyang didn't mind, just sat down.

The storyteller didn't even mind. His robe was more dirty than the gray wooden stool.

I'll talk with you in a word.

Xiao Chan stood silently behind Anyang, silent, with no expression on her face, but she listened carefully.

"Brother, you are probably a hermit in the mountain, aren't you?"

"Exactly." Anyang smiles and nods.

Naturally, he didn't know that in this world, adding the word "mountain" in front of the reclusive people is actually a kind of euphemism, which basically means asking if you are a monster.

This kind of saying must have been experienced by Xiao Chan. Some people in Shenzhou world will refer to some fox demons who live in the world as "immortal family" or "outside the city".

The storyteller was surprised for a long time, and then he came back to his senses. He swallowed his mouth secretly until he grasped the silver in his hand.

"No wonder you don't know anything about the world."

"That's why I came to ask you." Anyang still doesn't know that this man has regarded himself as a monster in the mountain.

"No harm, no harm." The storyteller paused and said, "the name of the former dynasty is Daluo Dynasty, which was at its peak for a while. However, it is said that some monsters who had practiced for thousands of years were dissatisfied with the change of the state religion to Buddhism in the former dynasty. Therefore, they ordered the monsters under their seats to incarnate into the national teachers and beautiful women, which made the people grumble. Until twenty years ago, a man named Li Chengyuan set up an army to revolt, and the mansion was about to fall..."

"Now in the south, it's said that a bandit is called the kingdom of Anle. It's said that the person in charge of the army has a group of heavenly soldiers and generals made up of heavenly soldiers of the immortal family..."

Anyang frowns and listens. He has a vague understanding of the era pattern of the world.

Nanzhanbuzhou is a Buddhist saying, which is also said by this storyteller. This storyteller is obviously a Buddhist believer, so there are not necessarily only four continents in the world.

Now the whole world seems to be in chaos. At least the land called "Nanyan Fuzhou" by the storyteller at the foot is full of wars and chaos. A country cannot become a country, and a family cannot become a family. Especially in this land with the same culture as ancient China, the war has destroyed everything, whether material or spiritual, and it seems that there are demons everywhere

But he has to be careful to confirm the authenticity.

"By the way, you said so many demons and read so many words about Buddha. Have you seen demons and Buddha?"

[well, the Chinese mythology you want has been written for so long, and finally it's here. ]

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