Chapter 28 Rising to Fame
The weather was not good and it suddenly started to drizzle in the middle of the night, waking up Zhao Cunyuan who was sleeping soundly.

He looked up at the rain that seemed to be falling and wanted to find a place to take shelter, but he didn't expect that it was just a deserted place with nothing to see.

I simply found a big tree and sat cross-legged.

A light rain in midsummer may feel cool at first, but if it continues for too long, it will wet your clothes and become sticky and annoying.

Zhao Cunyuan wanted to practice, but he just couldn't calm down.

He knew the reason for his confusion.

Ever since he uploaded the online course video about "Records of Worshiping the Big Dipper" on impulse, the overwhelming comments directly overwhelmed his still immature mind.

It is true that there are many encouraging and praising comments below his videos;
But there are more malicious ridicule and insults.

How could Zhao Cunyuan, who had never experienced the baptism of the Internet, endure such humiliation?

After suffering a severe blow, he was already feeling a little depressed.

After all, he is just a sixteen-year-old boy. Even though he has seen some of the world and has a father who is quite cultured, he is still a boy after all.

He cares too much about other people's opinions!
Especially after many of the comments directly exposed the scars of "stupidity" that he had been brooding on, it made him feel like he had suffered a critical blow.

Counting the ups and downs in his life over the past few years, all of them can be attributed to his "lack of talent".

Because of his dull talent, he was rejected by Liuyun Temple twice.

The little bit of self-confidence that he had accumulated with great difficulty through practicing Qi Refining was shattered to pieces. Now that he was being ridiculed and mocked on the Internet, he couldn't help but feel depressed. He even dared not go online to check the comments.

The night is long and the road is long.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Zhao Cunyuan finally muttered a spell and went online.

Under the online course chart, the scarlet symbol reminded him that countless new comments had been added.

His thoughts shifted to [Practice], and somehow he clicked on [Online Course].

His video received another 20,000 hits.

He shifted his gaze to the comments below, and the first comment that caught his eye made him suddenly stunned.

The comment is very short, consisting of a line of ancient poetry.

Poetry:

——It would be nice to take a little bit of the red snow from the stove and scatter it as a night lamp for the world.

Having received a good cultural education since childhood, he understood the meaning of the poem at a glance: flawless, subtle, and full of hope... just like him at this moment!

"Red furnace snow...light at night..."

Zhao Cunyuan murmured, and the two images awakened countless memories. When he was young and unable to speak, he followed his father to recite "Red Palms Pushing Clear Waves";
These are also the poems that countless students have painstakingly memorized after studying abroad.

That unique culture of the Chinese nation was like a surging torrent that swept away the haze in one's heart.

He stared at the comment page in a daze for a long time.

When he came to his senses and saw the commenter's nickname, he was stunned.

"Taoist Yunli?"

He quickly clicked on the comments and saw that this comment had already caused an uproar!

"Master Yunli? Master Yunli of the Internet of Gods?"

"really?"

"It should be. Someone in the community has done an experiment and found that all the names of the gods and immortals in the Immortal Court cannot be registered."

"Is it really Taoist Yunli?"

"What a great poem! Taoist Yunli has a broad mind, I admire him!"

"May I ask Taoist Yunli if there is a sequel to the Record of Worshiping the Dipper?"

Various comments fill the page.

Some people exclaimed;

Someone praised me;

Some people took the opportunity to ask questions.

Zhao Cunyuan was stunned, with drops of water sliding down his cheeks. They were the rain falling from the sky.

After a long moment, he grinned and logged off the Internet.

For a moment, an indescribable joy filled my body and mind.

He stood up and stretched his stiff body, preparing to sit cross-legged to practice, when he for some reason began to recite the prayer mantra again. He logged onto the Internet, took a look at Taoist Yunli's comments, and his heart was filled with great satisfaction.

He recited it over and over again before logging off the Internet and practicing in silence, taking advantage of the blood boiling in his chest.

The red sun is just rising, and the sunlight is shining softly.

The warm sunshine woke Zhao Cunyuan from his meditation.

He opened his eyes and looked at the barren mountains and wilderness. For some reason, he began to pray to the gods again. He logged onto the Internet and took another look at Taoist Yunli's comments.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned up with joy, and his whole body was full of energy.

I was thinking, I can come up with some ideas on this trip, and then record a video when I get home. Well, this time it's a paid video.

I told you to scold me, if you have the guts, pay to scold me!

Thinking of this, Zhao Cunyuan couldn't help but chuckle and casually clicked on the [Zen Enlightenment] section to see if there was any new news.

Unexpectedly, nine out of ten posts on the entire page were discussing the same thing.

He was stunned.

Quickly exit the [Meditation and Enlightenment] section and enter the [Yong County Customs].

The video post, which was so different from all the other posts, made his pupils dilate. Suddenly, his whole body popped up and he ran towards Tianan Village like crazy.

The regret in my heart!
Zhao Cunyuan, Zhao Cunyuan, why didn’t you take a look at the community last night?

It delayed the whole night!
He didn't know whether he could get back to Tian'an Village before dark. He also wanted to see with his own eyes the opera that Taoist Yunli had seen.

……

……

At daybreak, the old boss of Pingkouwo had already gotten up. He carefully opened the donkey cart that he had packed with great effort the previous night, and spread all the items evenly outside the temple to dry them.

Not long after, everyone in the troupe was awakened.

Everyone tacitly got busy with their own work.

Some people light fires and cook;

Someone had set up a rack to dry the costumes that had gotten wet last night;
There were also people cutting grass and feeding the donkeys.

The land temple, which is usually quiet, is bustling today.

Not long after, some villagers came and brought a few eggs, and the old owner was so happy that he thanked him repeatedly.

"Old boss, will you sing tonight?"

After delivering the eggs, the old lady asked with a eager look on her face.

"Sing!"

The old troupe leader said in a loud voice: "Sing even when it rains!"

The old lady was immediately delighted: "Okay, I feel relieved when you say that."

Last night's heavy rain seemed to have covered the entire sky.

It was a sunny day with not a single cloud in the sky today, and it only took the morning to dry the wet costumes.

Probably the promotional warm-up from last night.

As soon as the sun set, many villagers gathered in front of the land temple.

The scene before him made the old troupe owner very happy. He quickly organized a troupe, built a stage, and collected firewood.

As the sun sets, more and more spectators gather in front of the troupe. The adults take the opportunity to chat, while the children chase and play, making the place extremely lively.

Suddenly, the crowd looked up at the official road, whispering and pointing.

The old boss noticed the unusual commotion and quickly stood on tiptoe to look, and saw several carriages speeding towards him on the official road.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of everyone.

A pot-bellied country gentleman, nearly fifty years old, moved clumsily out of the carriage.

"Excuse me, are you from the Pingkou Wo Troupe?" The squire clasped his hands together and looked straight at the old boss.

"I am a humble official, but I am the boss of the Pingkouwo troupe. May I know what brings you here, sir?" The old boss bowed in return, full of confusion.

He thought to himself, he had walked all over the streets and alleys in the countryside, how could an old man like this come to look for him?
Even if the whole place is reserved, there's no need to come and notify us in person, right?
"Oh, it's really Pingkou Woban, I've heard of it for a long time!" The squire, who had received the confirmed words, bowed repeatedly, inexplicably excited.

"You're welcome!" The old boss looked confused.

"Hey, is the boss free recently? My old mother is celebrating her 70th birthday and she loves singing, reciting, acting and fighting. Can the boss go on stage and sing a song for her?" The squire asked hurriedly.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the villagers around him looking up at the official road again.

Without looking back, you can hear the rumbling sound of horse hooves.

Following the sound, I saw several officers riding horses. Before the horses stopped, the leader jumped off and bowed, saying, "Excuse me, who is the leader of the Pingkouwo Troupe?"

The old boss was confused and didn't respond.

On the other side of the official road, the sound of rumbling wheels could be heard again. When the wheels arrived in front of the people, an old scholar lifted the curtain and came out. He performed the ancient etiquette, bowed and said:

"I am Gu Jining. I have long admired the Pingkouwo Troupe. May I ask if the troupe leader Liu is here?"

　【感谢“书友150619175911588·100起点币”、“书友160420094221771·100起点币”、“驴殇·266起点币”的打赏！】

　　[Two bugs were corrected in the previous article. One is that the fourth-rank Chenghuang County Lord was changed to the seventh-rank. The original fourth-rank was based on the division of Chenghuang titles in the Ming Dynasty. As I was writing, I felt it was a bit awkward, so I changed it to the seventh-rank.

　　They are, in order, the seventh rank of county lord, the sixth rank of state lord, the fifth rank of prefecture lord, the fourth rank of provincial lord, the third rank of Kyoto spiritual king, and the second rank of earth official, one of the three great officials. This is exactly connected to the Taoist classification of the ranks of gods and immortals.

　　The second bug is that online courses are uniformly changed to payment by points, and the uploader will then convert the points into incense and withdraw cash. Ordinary people and practitioners can burn incense and sign in every day, and obtain different numerical points according to their cultivation and piety. This can hide the concept of "incense to help cultivation" from the people in the world, which is more in line with the behavioral logic of those in power. 】

　　
　
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