After many eyes, Xu Chengfu knew the taste. The higher the appetite, the more curious the audience became. The word "Li Xianyuan" alone was enough to arouse their interest. The first step was to be accomplished.

A diner shouted, "Young Master Li is famous for his poetry, but he has never been rumored to have written books. Are you here to help us?"

Another person said, "I know this. Huashu Pavilion in the west of the city is selling Li Jue's books, which seems to be called Journey to the West."

"Journey to the West? I was so tired of listening to Tang Monk and disciples. It was so difficult to go back and forth. What's there to say? Is this really written by Mr. Li? Or is it a poem written by Mr. Li to Tang Monk and others."

A man in front of the stage laughed and shouted, "Don't sell lawsuits. Tell me quickly. We have never been to a private school and don't understand those poems and songs very well. But since it's Li Jue-seok, why don't we listen to it, right?"

Xu Chengfu stroked his goatee: "It's not true. Mr. Li's book is neither poetry nor songs. Let me tell you slowly."

Bang-

"That's right, the world is divided into four continents. East Sheng Shenzhou, West Niuhezhou, South Shanbuzhou, and North Juluzhou. East Sheng Shenzhou has a country with a name named Aolai Country. Aolai Country has a Huaguo Mountain and an immortal stone on the top of the mountain. This immortal stone exists since the creation of the sky and the earth, and is beautiful and beautiful, and the sun is essence and the moon is bright. A fairy fetus is nurtured inside..."

The storyteller on the stage was ups and downs, and the diners off the stage were intoxicated. Even outside the door and window, there were many people leaning on the front desk and listening in a daze. However, they were all listening to storyteller, and no one called him to do things.

Li Xianyuan tried to overestimate Journey to the West. After all, the classics of previous lives were so much weaker than they were put here. But he still underestimated the influence of Journey to the West.

There are scholars everywhere who meet female ghosts, and I wish to be happy with you. Among the first-class novels of strange and strange people who travel thousands of miles and walk with swords in the world, a mythological system novel is extremely eye-catching.

Otherwise, I would not have finished writing the book Journey to the West, and the strange phenomenon appears, as if I have become a Buddha on my own.

Especially Journey to the West has long been heard, and it is not uncommon to tell the story of the Grand Historian, but it is not so detailed, just like Li Xianyuan’s personal experience.

After an hour of speaking, Xu Chengfu took the tea on the desk and took a sip of it to moisten his throat, and continued, "...The Monkey King was called Sun Wukong by the Bodhi, meaning Wukong! The chaos has not been divided into chaos in the world, and no one has seen it. Since Pangu broke the Hongmeng and opened up the distinction between the clear and turbid. He has covered all living beings and found that all things have become good. If you want to know the achievements of the creation, you must look at the passage of the destiny of the Journey to the West. If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter-"

Bang-

There was a row of gavels, and everyone in the audience was shocked.

"break down!"

After a long period of silence, suddenly burst into tears and applauded.

The noise was rumbling in the inn, and even outside was clearly heard.

Xu Chengfu looked at a layer of copper coins in the basin under the counter and a few pieces of silver, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A full bowl.

Xu Chengfu got off the stage, and he started a clamor in the hall and asked Xu Chengfu to say another sentence. He waved his hands and shook his hands and shook his words, and if he wanted to listen, he would come sooner tomorrow.

The inn gave him some side dishes, and Xu Chengfu bought another fresh carp, humming all the way with both hands, and was in a great mood to return home.

When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw that his wife was busy, Xu Chengfu was quite proud to put the carp in his hand: "I took it and made it."

"Did you go and steal it?" My wife was surprised. The fish was at least twenty texts ago.

"Absurd, your husband is a decent man, how can you do something stealing?" Xu Chengfu snorted and told his wife everything about the day.

The wife asked: "Is Mr. Li's book helping you?"

Xu Chengfu nodded and took out a large handful of copper coins from his arms, including a few pieces of snow-white silver: "You put up these broken silvers and are not allowed to be taken out no matter what."

"Why?" My wife was puzzled. The number of broken silver was as high as five or six taels, but the number of copper coins seemed to be more than a hundred words. A thousand words were for Yi Guan, and Yi Guan was only one or two taels of silver.

Xu Chengfu stroked his beard and was no longer as sad as before: "I never forget to dig the well when I eat wells. Today, I can only rely on Mr. Li to be that ungrateful person. When Mr. Li comes back, I will send the money to Mr. Li. He may not care about these things, but it is always my wish."

Seeing his wife counting the copper coins constantly, Xu Chengfu laughed and scolded: "It's really a waste of time."

Although he also counted and counted one stick of incense before.

The wife said angrily: "You, don't be too proud. Who knows what will happen tomorrow and whether you can make so much money?"

Xu Chengfu glared at his eyes: "This book was written by Lord Li, so how can it be wrong!"

"Okay, go buy something to visit him when you have time." Seeing that her husband was anxious, the wife agreed softly. "You go and let it go, I'll cook."

Xu Chengfu nodded.

It seemed that he had been proud of his long time. After dinner, Xu Chengfu pulled his wife back to the room. The woman thought of something, and her face turned slightly red and followed her in. After a while, the candlelight went out.

Drizzle outside the window.

The next morning, Xu Chengfu left the house early. The woman slowly left the room and tied up her long hair. Thinking about last night, her face turned red and she spitted darkly.

She suddenly remembered the woodcut incident. The two statues of Bodhisattva had been carved and had not had time to send them. So she sorted out her clothes, found a clean cloth to cover the statue with a palm-high height, and went out to pick up another house.

The middle-aged man opened the door, with a few patches on his robe. He heard this and hurriedly took over and thanked him, took twenty words and handed them over.

The woman accepted it before. But now that her husband has made money, she will not be polite to the neighbors and say goodbye to her and go home.

"Son, who is here?"

The middle-aged man watched the woman go home, and suddenly the old shouts came from the yard behind him.

"It's Brother Xu's inner friend. The statue of Lord Li that she carved the day before yesterday was sent."

The voice in the yard suddenly became anxious: "Oh? Come and let me see."

The middle-aged man responded and closed the door and returned to the yard.

The yard is not big, there is an old jujube tree in the southeast corner, with a pair of tables and chairs under the tree. An old woman was sitting on the chair, trembling and about to get up.

The middle-aged man hurriedly helped his mother up and told her not to worry. He placed the two woodcuts covered with clean cloth on the table and uncovered the clean cloth.

Two wood carvings stood on the table. A long gown was fluttering, and she looked like a young man three or four years old. Her lips were pursed and her eyes were calm, and there was a ray of Buddha's light behind her head. Look at his eyebrows, he was actually sixty or seventy percent similar to Li Xianyuan. The woman was really skillful,

The middle-aged man returned to his room and took two cushions and a cauldron. He placed the incense burner in front of the statue, stood a burning incense, and held his mother to kneel down slowly.

The old woman clasped her hands sincerely: "Mr. Li, this cheap life of my life is yours. I wish to be a cow or a horse in the next life..."

"My mother's debt is paid. You saved my mother and are my benefactors from Qingshan. I am willing to make a cow and a horse for my mother in the next life!" The middle-aged man's words were powerful, and his voice was swept through the courtyard, bowing his head and bowing deeply.

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