Chapter 222: Luzhou

Luzhou City is also a very special city. in
In this world where there is no sea trade, the sea often means barrenness, and it was originally the residence of fishermen. There is a Feilu Mountain about five or six hundred miles away from the coast. The mountain is not high and the radius is not large, but it looks like an island. There are often white egrets hovering and soaring here, the sea mist is lingering, and it looks faintly immortal.
The Patriarch of Wujiu Temple opened here more than a thousand years ago, and it has gradually grown. After thousands of years, Feilu Mountain, which was not too big, has not many mountains left. There are pavilions and temples everywhere. It is full of stone towers and cornices, and the Buddha light is shining everywhere. mountain
Jiao also developed from a market into a village and town, then into a city, built around the mountains, and expanded continuously as the population increased, gradually becoming a big city with millions of people. In the center of the city is Feilu Mountain, where the residents' residences are scattered all the way around, reaching the seaside eastward.
There is no city wall in such a city. The first time Xue Mu stepped into the area felt like he had come to the modern urban-rural junction, which was very interesting. Of course, the most typical sign is that there are pagodas in Buddhist temples, every family enshrines Buddha statues, and the atmosphere of burning incense and chanting is very strong, and strolling through them is like a Buddha country. late at night
Looking around at night, he pursed his lips and said, "Dad, I don't like such a place."
Zhuo Qingqing and Luo Qianxue also nodded in agreement: "Pretending to be, it feels more cheating than deceiving Tianzong." Demon
The ideology of women is absolutely in conflict with such a place, Xue Mu can understand, and smiled: "Actually, I don't like this place either." Mu
Jian Li glanced at him, but said nothing.
Xue Mu continued: "This kind of city around circles reminds me that I was lost all night in a place called Undercity, and fell to death in the elevator countless times. It is a painful memory that I cannot bear to look back."
The girls were not angry, and said one after another: "Where is Undercity?"
What is an elevator? ""
Falling to death countless times. Now is the ghost talking to us? "
"If you are serious, you will lose..." Xue Mu looked at a nearby teahouse not far away, and smiled: "For a few days, the people who have been on the road haven't had a good rest. Go have a cup of tea and have a rest, and inquire about the situation in the city by the way?"
Of course everyone had no opinion, and followed Xue Mu towards the teahouse.
As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the sound of a book from inside: "But I heard the Buddha yelling: Evil is invincible, the gods and Buddhas bless me! Then the clouds descended from the sky, and the bodhisattvas from the sky said in unison: Goodness. The Buddha's cultivation skyrocketed, and he punched out, with supreme power, the Buddha light blasted on the demon head, the demon head carried endless fear, and the ashes disappeared."
The tea guests burst into applause.
Xue Mu: "..."
Some girls, including Mu Jianli, are speechless. They have such a level of storytelling, and a bunch of people applaud them. For them who are used to the biography of the White-haired Witch and Journey to the West, this is simply a child's talk. s level. Time
In the afternoon, it was also a remote "urban-rural junction". There were not many people in this teahouse. The group randomly found a corner table to sit together, and the second person came up eagerly: "What kind of tea do you want? We have..."
Before he finished speaking, Xue Mu interrupted: "Pick the best one and have a pot, and casually have some refreshments."
Seeing that the people's temperament was extraordinary, Xiao Er quickly took his orders, and within a moment he picked up a pot of tea and brought a few small plates up. Seeing him pouring tea, Xue Mu asked, "How is the plague?"
"With the support of the monks in Wujiao Temple, nothing will happen. I heard that there is a doctor fairy to help. Isn't this the Bodhisattva's blessing? It will surely turn good luck." Xue
Mu Shixiao: "You have confidence in them."
That is natural. Xiao Er smiled and said: "The eminent monks of Wugui Temple are all Buddha descended to earth. "
This brainwashing... Zhuo Qingqing and the others rolled their eyes when they heard it, and even Mu Jianli shook his head. Xue Mu was afraid that Kuiye would not be able to hide words and would cause trouble, and before she started to speak, she said, "Then all the people from the world who come to participate in the martial arts debate in the world have arrived?" Xiao
Second looked at him for a while, and smiled: "The time to arrive has almost arrived early, and there are only a few scattered people in these two days. The guest officials are also here to participate, right?" Xue
Mu "唰" opened the folding fan and smiled: "Can't I compete?" Xiao
Second shook his head and said, "I think it's better to write a book for the son."
"Punch..." The girls all smiled, Xue Mu's face was a little hot, and he deliberately said: "How do you talk about this here? Miyoshi Xue Sheng's "The White Haired Witch" is finished?"
Before Xiao Er answered, a tea guest sneered next to him: "I didn't talk about it at all! Miyoshi Xue Sheng, a vulgar and lewd person like that, what can I read about what he wrote? What kind of witch's biography, don't think about it. It's the witch who turned her legs apart, it's a dirty look!"
Xue Mu's face changed, but he was not angry, he was afraid that the girl around him would kill. He already clearly felt a few murderous auras rising into the sky, which also contained a biting sword aura. Xue Mu wiped his cold sweat and gave the girls a sharp wink to show them to be low-key. He turned to ask the tea guest: "Does your excellency think the Buddha story just now sounds good?"
The tea guest is also dressed up as a scholar, and sneered: "That story is even more stinking. A martial artist should seek self-improvement and advance bravely without fear of danger. How can you always ask God to worship Buddha and ask for blessing?"
There is some truth to this, Xue Mu arched his hands: "Could it be that Xiongtai has read other wonderful articles? I wonder if I can recommend one or two?"
Shi Xiaoer said: "In the past two months, there have been a lot of storytellers of all kinds, and the guest official said not a lot of brave articles."
It seems that Xiaochan is right. The southern style of writing is really prosperous, and various types of novels have emerged. Xue Mu smiled and said: "Little brother is very self-cultivating. He believed that you were a believer in Buddhism before, and you are obviously at odds with what the old man said. You are not angry?"
Xiao Er shook his head and said, "No greed, no hatred, no ignorance, no anger, this is practice. How can my Buddha have no such tolerance?"
These words made Xue Mu and the sisters look at each other, and they were a little bit awe-inspiring in their hearts. Xiao Er in a small shop has such a practice, this Wugui Temple really has some ways, but it will not only cheat the sesame oil money. Separate
The tea guest at Bi dropped a book and sneered: "Seeing that you are also knowledgeable, look at this book, isn't it better than Sanhao Xue Sheng's nasty and dirty words?"
Xue Mu was shocked by his showy force, and he secretly said, maybe he really met some literary wizard? He didn't dare to be arrogant, and took a look at the book with a humility: "Legend of Long Aotian". This
A...
Before Xue Mu could complain, Kuiye grabbed the book unconvincedly: "Let me see!"
The book is very thin, and it seems to be a short and medium story of only 20,000 to 30,000 words. Xue Mu understands after thinking about it. When these authors started writing, "The Story of the White-haired Witch" had not been spread here. The enlightenment they received was based on their previous Three small essays. Those articles are short stories, and what they wrote based on this revelation is not much longer, about the same level as the development of Tang Legend in their own world.
Xue Mu also leaned over, and watched Long Aotian while drinking tea with the girls. The article was not long, so I finished reading it soon. Kuiye sneered and threw the book back: "What kind of bad book, dare to compare with my dad... and Miyoshi Xuesheng!"
Obviously, a flimsy booklet with a few pages on it was thrown by Kuiye, and it was smashed like a thunder on the opposite table, smashing the table to pieces. Everyone in the hall was taken aback and looked over here. The arrogant tea guest's face turned pale, and he dared to whisper and ran away after picking up the booklet. Xue
Mu glared at Kui Ye, and Kui Ye spit out his little tongue: "I just can't understand them calling my dad." Xue
Mu smiled. This is what Kui Ye did to him. Of course he wouldn't blame her for some reason. He felt a little warm in his heart. He stretched out his hand and squeezed Kui Ye's face: "Kui Ye is the best."
Ye chuckled. This seems to be the first time Xue Mu has seen her making trouble and praised her since traveling south. It can be seen that Xue Mu is not so generous on the surface, he is angry when he is scolded!
In fact, Yao Ye misunderstood. Xue Mu's magnanimity is beyond her imagination. He really doesn't care about being scolded for this kind of thing. Since ancient times, literati have been light on it. What use is it for you to beat people by force, let alone his mind is completely absent. Compete with people for the length of this paper.
He has always been soberly aware that escalating combat is not his strength, and he has not forgotten his world strategy. The development and dissemination of entertainment is a part of his strategy and the most important. He never wanted to hold the title of No. 1 in the world for writing books, which could drive the development of world culture and entertainment and gradually form the cultural soil he needed. This is the key. And driving the creation of novels that enlighten others is the key link. He doesn't care that someone writes better than him, and even hopes that some real talent will emerge.
This Long Aotian, although poorly written, made him see the flame of hope.