Chapter 668: Chapter 301: The Naless Heavenly Book
As Zhou Xuan’s thoughts flowed, the Wash Away Injustice Talisman before his eyes emitted a hazy golden glow.
The glow spread out, forming a square little box-like shape.
Zhou Xuan continually imagined the original form of the “Will Heavenly Book”… He had seen the true Will Heavenly Book above the Heavenly Do—
—It was a scroll of sheepskin parchnt, ancient yet seemingly so unremarkable.
Zhou Xuan seed to achieve a subtle collaboration with the Wash Away Injustice Talisman; as his vision beca clearer, the golden glow covering the talisman kept burning it like the forge fire in an ironsmith’s shop.
The forging persisted uninterrupted, and the talisman was adjusted in shape, gradually transforming in the direction Zhou Xuan desired.
“Phew!”
As the talisman reached an irreversible shape, Zhou Xuan suddenly exhaled a breath of impure air, and the golden light faded; the talismanic script revealed a new appearance.
It was nearly identical to the real “Will Heavenly Book,” except for the degree of age difference.
It looked too old, the pages yellowed, and the cover was dotted with obscure spots; the paper was also severely damaged, so much that a light touch seed capable of shedding decaying paper scraps.
“Still lacking in human Wish Power.”
Zhou Xuan carefully held the “Will Heavenly Book” in both hands and delicately turned the pages. The book had no na, as if everything was simplified.
“The sage stays unobtrusive, the heavenly book without na, indeed reasonable.”
Zhou Xuan slipped the book into an inner pocket of his Daoist robe and began ditating. He needed to draw human essence into this tattered book today to craft it into a truly substantial “Jing Country’s Will” Heavenly Book. This performance must not falter under any circumstances.
Delivering the performance required a ntal state, and right now Zhou Xuan needed it…
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“Please queue in an orderly fashion to prevent serious trampling accidents.”
The tropolitan’s security personnel, wearing yellow armbands, were shouting earnestly through iron gaphones.
Even though the Jiang Mansion was an economic hub, large-scale events were typically not held in this era. There were no concerts; ball gas and horse races were activities of the elite.
The only large-scale event ordinary people could partake in was attending the grand market. Yet, attending the grand market depended entirely on physical strength. When the crowd gathered, it counted on whose shoulders were broader, squeezing forcefully without any connection to order.
Lacking experiences in large events made it hard to understand the concept of “orderly entrance,” resulting in the crowd packed tightly at the tropolitan’s entrance. With montum akin to elderly people rushing into the supermarket for eggs, just waiting for the doors to open to charge inside.
Gu Ling was afraid of inciting a major trampling incident, so she organized security personnel to regulate the incomming crowd repeatedly.
Fortunately, the loudspeaker really had a positive effect, and gradually everyone understood queuing, forming four lines circling half a block.
Passerby and clueless pedestrians speculated,
“What’s going on here? Queuing for execution?”
“No idea? Maybe the Shan De Association is organizing another food ration distribution?”
“It doesn’t look like it. Let’s line up and see; perhaps it truly is sothing good.”
This rare queue in the Mingjiang Prefecture surprisingly exhibited a herd ntality; even those who had no interest in storytelling or performances ended up queuing in confusion.
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Once the attendees had a clearer understanding of orderly entrance, the scheduled performance ti was approaching.
“Follow the line, don’t stray. That guy in short sleeves, don’t divert outside the line. If you do, others will follow suit.”
Yu Zhengyuan didn’t wear a yellow armband, but he was enthusiastic and had strong organizational skills; he stood out to maintain order in the line.
“Zhou Family’s Troupe has talented individuals indeed.”
Yun Ziliang admired Yu Zhengyuan greatly.
“Grand Master, our Dragon Seeking Hall also has talents.”
“Who?”
“! Observing worldly matters is knowledge, being adept socially is skill. You should be proud.”
Zhao Wuya was bewitched by Yu Zhengyuan’s words all afternoon and had yet to awaken, muddling his own perception.
Yun Ziliang, for once, didn’t know what to say.
“Insighting worldly matters, Xuanzi seems to have grasped. As for social adeptness, that manager barely qualifies. But you, Ya Zi… you still need to learn from others.”
Yun Ziliang uncharacteristically didn’t get angry this ti but patiently explained to Zhao Wuya.
Previously, he begrudged Zhao for failing to et expectations; now, he no longer resented… the difference between people truly was vast.
“No wonder the Zhou Family’s Troupe was once in decline but now has gained renewed prominence. Nowadays… what is most valuable… talent!”
With Yu Zhengyuan managing the troupe, Zhou Lingyi holding the stage, and Zhou Xuan being exceptionally talented, the Zhou Family’s Troupe quickly rose to fa.
“A troupe with talents is destined to erge prominently.”
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Yu Zhengyuan treated Zhou Xuan as his brother; when his brother was on stage delivering a performance, it was his responsibility.
He was more attentive than the security personnel and had better ways. He visually surveyed the line, and anyone overstepping would be sternly reminded; for the audacious troublemakers, he would swiftly suppress them, signaling the Bone Elder to reveal the Bone Token.
Few had seen the Bone Elder Association’s Bone Token in Mingjiang Prefecture, but many had heard of its legend.
Seeing the Bone Token was akin to seeing the Bone Elder; most who dared to act arrogantly at the tropolitan’s entrance had heard of this legend. Once they saw the Bone Token, their legs went weak, losing any audacity to cause trouble, obediently retreating and queuing orderly, entering in an organized manner.
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