strictlysupreme Chapter 378 Is what is written in the storybook true?
Chapter 378 Is what is written in the storybook true?
A quarter of an hour later, when the people kneeling outside Changchun Temple had heard about this and were preparing to go to the backyard to see, the thunder had stopped.
All that was left for them were the remains of the statue of the national master that had been chopped into pieces.
After this incident, the people who had been kneeling devoutly in Changchun Temple to pray to the imperial master for rain began to waver.
Thinking back to half a year ago when the government said the national teacher was the leader of a cult, the people began to have doubts.
Could it be that the Imperial Master is really a bad person?
How else to explain his statue being struck by lightning in broad daylight?
Those who did not see the statue of the national teacher being struck by lightning with their own eyes were skeptical, while those who saw it with their own eyes had already left Changchun Temple.
This place was too evil. They were afraid that if they continued to kneel down and beg the Imperial Master, God would think they were the Imperial Master's accomplices and would send down thunder to strike them all.
Just as some people were going down the mountain and some were standing there in doubt, at a loss as to what to do, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly rang out at the foot of the mountain.
"What happened down there?"
The crowd was bewildered.
The people that Chen Li sent to the mountain to spread the word took the opportunity to shout:
"Hurry, hurry, there is a storyteller at the foot of the mountain telling the story of Mr. Dong Kuo's new book. Those who listen to the story can get free tea. Everyone, go and have a look."
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd rushed down the mountain.
There is no other reason. In such a water shortage situation, just the offer of free tea is enough to make people excited.
What's more, you can listen to the storybook for free, and it's Mr. Dong Kuo's new storybook.
The crowd rushed down the mountain like a tide.
At this time, on the open space at the foot of the mountain, Chen Li and his men built a two-meter-high and five-meter-wide stage.
People were beating gongs and drums around the stage to attract the attention of the people.
There were several large copper pots and stacks of ceramic bowls on the table in front of the stage.
Some people were carrying copper kettles to pour tea into bowls, while others were standing in front of the tea table to maintain order.
"Stand in line if you want to drink water, otherwise there will be no water."
There was a loud voice on the stage shouting:
"Come and take a look. Don't miss it if you pass by.
The storyteller at Hongji Teahouse is about to tell the story of Mr. Dong Kuo's latest novel, Zhuxie Ji.
Everyone come and take a look, if you line up in front of the stage you can get a bowl of tea for free."
The people on the stage kept repeating this passage, and more and more people gathered in front of the stage.
After everyone arrived, they all lined up to get tea.
Seeing that most people had arrived, Chen Li winked at the storyteller on the stage.
Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums stopped, and the people shouting on the stage also stepped aside.
The storyteller cleared his throat, and when the audience looked at him, he stroked his beard and said:
"Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the righteous path of the world is full of vicissitudes. The story I want to tell you today comes from Mr. Dong Kuo's latest novel, Zhu Xie Ji."
The people in the audience all understood the rules of listening to storytelling, and they quickly quieted down after the storyteller began to speak.
While waiting in line for tea, I listened to the script.
"It is said that in Dayue Dynasty, there was a beautiful mountain village called Taohua Village..."
The storytelling officially begins.
Beside the stage, Chen Li looked at the people around him who were listening to the story attentively, and proudly bumped into Qin Jingnian's shoulder:
"How is it, cousin? Are you satisfied?"
Qin Jingnian gave a thumbs up:
"You prepared so well in just one day. You are worthy of being my cousin."
Chen Li puffed out his chest proudly when he was praised, but then he felt a little distressed when he saw the palace guards constantly bringing him tea.
"Cousin, we are short of water right now. You can send the water from the palace here for the people to drink for free. What should we do if the water in the palace is not enough?"
Qin Jingnian was not worried at all, "Don't worry, cousin, the palace will not be short of water."
With the pond in the space, how could the palace be short of water?
After striking the thunder, Qin Wan walked around the back mountain of Changchun Temple. He did not see any signs of the Changsheng Sect setting up a nest there, so he went down the mountain with peace of mind.
When she went down the mountain, there were only a few people on the road.
The previous situation of people kneeling on the mountain road is no longer seen.
Qin Wan knew that the show between Qin Jingnian and Chen Li was about to begin.
Sure enough, the road near the foot of the mountain was filled with people craning their necks.
In my ears was the passionate voice of the storyteller on the stage not far away.
Everyone held a tea bowl.
They sipped their tea and listened to the story attentively.
At this point the storyteller had already told the story of how Granny Liu failed to bully her eldest son's family and ended up having her housekeeper's power taken away from her.
The young wife who was into the play couldn't help but spit:
"She deserves it! That old thing is not fit to be the head of the family. Her housekeeper rights should be taken away from her."
"That's right, you deserve it!"
……
Various complaints were heard everywhere, and Qin Wan's mind flashed with the barrage of comments.
The people who are complaining at this time are just like the audience who are watching the drama and posting barrage comments.
Thinking of this scene, Qin Wan couldn't help laughing.
When I walked to the stage, I saw that only Qin Jingnian was standing there.
"Brother, where is cousin Li?"
"My cousin is busy working on spreading this story faster."
"Well... then you stay here and watch over it. Don't let anyone cause any trouble. I'm going to the palace."
"What are you doing there?"
"Ask the emperor for help. After we spread this story, some people will believe it, and some people will not.
So in order to increase credibility, the emperor has to step in."
Qin Wan was right.
The people of the capital city learned about the conspiracy of the Changsheng Cult through the storybooks.
Learn about the evil thing that sucks people's luck.
It is learned that it was not the Imperial Master but Master Wuchen and the late Emperor who helped Dayue end the drought more than ten years ago.
It is understood that this drought is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.
But these things are too weird, and some of them have no real evidence. Some people just treat them as stories and are skeptical.
The city was filled with the discussions of the common people.
"Hey, have you read Mr. Dong Kuo's "Zhu Xie Ji"? Are the things he wrote in it true?"
"Stories are just stories, how can they be true?"
“I think it’s true, my uncle’s second son’s cousin works in the palace.
He said that the prince's biological son was in a village called Taohua Village before he was found, and his surname also happened to be Su."
"Is it true? What else does your relative who works in the palace know?"
“Ahem, according to my relatives, the current Princess Ding is not the same Princess Ding as before.
The current Princess Ding is the real Princess Ding...
It is exactly the same as what is written in the storybook, so I think the storybook is not a story at all, but a real thing that happened. "
The man spoke with great confidence, but some people still had doubts.
"You got this information from your distant relative. How can you guarantee that what your relative said is correct?"
"Yes, maybe your relative is lying."
.......
Amid the heated discussions and doubts of the people, a message came from the palace: Tomorrow morning, the emperor will go to the Temple of Heaven in person to pray for rain for Dayue.
The Temple of Heaven is the place where people pray for blessings.
More than ten years ago, the imperial teacher's prayer for rain was held at the Temple of Heaven.