Using the thod of storytelling to pass on the supre will of the Heaven and Earth Dao is what Bi Fang considers his mission.
The idea of "storytelling for entertainnt," or "telling tales to amuse and astonish gentlen" is bullshit in his eyes!
"We storytellers should stand high and look down on all beings, with a Will Heavenly Book to suppress those who openly or secretly oppose the glory of the supre will."
At this point, the white-robed Daoist’s head drooped even lower.
"Jia Dao, let tell a story to send you forth; venture into the human world first to see what’s what. Zhou Xuan’s storytelling is destined to fail—still dreaming of gathering enough Wish Power to rebuild Mingjiang Prefecture... what a delusion... such delusion."
Bi Fang had already looked down on Zhou Xuan, certain that this storytelling wouldn’t stir any waves, and was about to stop listening, when he suddenly heard a line.
"Storytellers and opera singers guide people’s ways; three great Daos take the center path, good and evil ultimately find their reward, the human world’s right path is filled with vicissitudes."
Zhou Xuan’s clear and articulate words reached Bi Fang’s ears.
Bi Fang imdiately waved his hand, signaling the white-robed Daoist to postpone the descent matter for further discussion.
"Everyone, storytelling is originally ant to recount the sorrows of the world, with strange tales and anecdotes, tales of talented scholar and beautiful ladies, along with the bureaucratic ups and downs and fox spirits or wild ghosts, yet no one ever spoke of the things around us."
"I, Zhou Xuan, will break this convention today, using the Mingjiang Prefecture Xianhuo disaster as the backdrop to narrate the praiseworthy and tear-inducing deeds of our Mingjiang Prefecture people in tis of calamity."
Bi Fang got angrier upon hearing this.
"The storytelling of a storyteller reminds us of the Heavens and Earth Dao, rembering the aphoristic verses of the supre will, but using storytelling to dignify those miscreants, the lowly, what a disgrace! What a disgrace!"
After cursing, Bi Fang felt a refreshing clarity all over, thinking of mocking Zhou Xuan again, but this ti, he found himself unable to laugh—he sensed that within Hui Feng dical College, there was actually a gathering of Wish Power from the masses, not just a few strands, but hundreds, and the Wish Power was increasing.
"What antics is this clown character pulling now!"
Bi Fang roared.
...
"My master once told that if a book has no title, it cannot go far. This new book of mine takes the experiences and lants of Mingjiang Prefecture as its core, written as a moir; my literary talent is shallow and my knowledge is insufficient, but I boldly set a na for this book, calling it ’Mingjiang Fire Record’."
Zhou Xuan finally returned to the stage, bowed with his fan in hand to Yuan Buyu, and said softly, "Master, thank you for saving the show."
"It is I who should be thanking you."
As Yuan Buyu passed Zhou Xuan, he added, "Disciple, be aware, my incense Perception tells —Bi Fang is also watching this storytelling."
"It’s better that he’s watching; I’m just afraid he turns a deaf ear."
With a confident smile, Zhou Xuan replied,
Yuan Buyu nodded, walking behind Zhou Xuan, his figure fading, pulled back to Ping Shui Prefecture by the Ancestor Tree.
Zhou Xuan bowed again, sending off his master, then faced the audience and continued, "Mingjiang Prefecture has faced many hardships; a single Xianhuo burned down eighty percent of the city’s wealth and buildings, but we are still alive."
"We are the spark of Mingjiang Prefecture; we must continue to burn for Mingjiang Prefecture and rebuild this ho into its once beautiful form."
"But we must look forward, for the people of Mingjiang Prefecture who have passed, those spirits that burst forth when resisting great disasters and misfortunes, deserve to be rembered."
"And where should they be rembered?"
Zhou Xuan opened his folded fan, looking at it as though gazing into a book, and said, "It is within this ’Mingjiang Fire Record’ that I am going to tell."
With this introduction, the emotions of countless spectators in the audience were suddenly ignited.
Each audience mber is an individual, a small and insignificant being, but they too are people of flesh and blood.
Being human, they hope to be rembered by this world, and more so hope that their family who perished in the sea of flas would be rembered by the world.
The storytelling and transmission of Yuan Buyu’s book is precisely an important ans by which Jing Country rembers.
When they hear that their deeds and experiences might appear in this book, how could they not be excited?
The ’Mingjiang Fire Record’ is truly a book of Mingjiang Prefecture.
"Ladies and gentlen, let’s spare the chatter and begin,"
As Zhou Xuan imdiately closed his folded fan, he said, "A pearl necklace, pearls are precious, but without the red thread stringing dozens of pearls together, those pearls are rely pearls, not a necklace.
"The ’Mingjiang Fire Record’ is the sa; it needs a chain, it needs an eye to clearly narrate the sights and sounds within Mingjiang Prefecture,
"The eye I am referring to is a person,
"This person, a native of East Gate Mansion’s East Mountain Fox Clan, with the surna Hu, given na Mu Hua..."
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