Chapter 31: A Visit from Old Langshen

After singing the song "The Lock of Hair", the old man in Jingziyuan couldn't remember when a relative named Li appeared in the family?

However, this did not prevent him from treating others with courtesy.

People become better with age.

The gentle and refined temperament of this Li Sanlang is not something that an ordinary family can cultivate. It is always right to treat others kindly.

Unfortunately, before he could find out the truth, Li Sanlang had already said goodbye and left.

Afterwards, the old man gathered all the relatives to inquire about the person, but all the descendants shook their heads and said they didn't know him.

The old man's second son, on the other hand, smiled and said, "I heard that the Pear Garden God, Lao Lang Shen, is surnamed Li, the third child in the family, and is known as San Lang, commonly known as Xing Lao."

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze and he looked at the old man as if he had seen a ghost.

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After the Winged Star God Lao Langshen left the Jingzi Courtyard, he went straight to the land temple of Tianan Village, with waves already rising in his heart!
Don't underestimate him, he is a fourth-rank immortal official, on par with the Four Heavenly Kings and the Nine Star Gods.

In fact, it is just a government office with little money.

It sounds impressive to be in charge of all the opera troupes in the world, but how many opera troupes are there in this world?

How many more pillars of Taizhen heavenly fragrance can there be?
So much so that he immediately noticed when the incense offerings in Yong County only doubled.

Now that I understand the whole story, I naturally want to meet the person who started it.

A hundred miles of land can be reached in the blink of an eye.

When he saw the Tianan Land Temple in the distance, Lao Langshen suddenly slowed down his pace.

I thought:

I am a fourth-rank immortal official. Is it inappropriate for me to visit a ninth-rank official?
If the gods in the Immortal Court saw this, they would think that I was so hungry that I even snatched the incense from the ninth-rank officials?
Thinking of this, Lao Langshen suddenly stopped and subconsciously turned around to leave, but the recent surge in incense sales made him hesitate.

As his thoughts were turning around, the old man shook his sleeves, and a folding fan flew out of his sleeves and fell into his palm. With a snap, it suddenly unfolded, like an actor changing his face and wiping it across his cheek.

In an instant, the dignified Taoist in yellow robe transformed into a young Taoist boy in green robe.

This is the nine transformations of the Pear Garden!

The old Langshen closed his folding fan, smiled and fled to the underworld, heading for the underground palace of Tian'an Land God.

"Who is coming?"

The gatekeeper spotted the old man at a glance and immediately shouted at him.

"I am a boy serving under the seat of Yixiu Star Lord. I have come to visit the land god Tian'an on the orders of the Star Lord!" The old Langshen bowed.

"Is there any document?" The gatekeeper was surprised when he heard this, but he still kept his duty in mind and asked.

"Of course." The old Langshen was filled with embarrassment. It had been such a long time since he last played a boy that he had forgotten about this.

Thinking about this, he reached into his sleeve, took out a document and handed it over.

The gatekeeper took it and scanned it, knowing that it was a genuine and valuable document from the Immortal Court, and immediately bowed and greeted it:
"So you are the fairy boy under the seat of Yixiu Star Lord. Sorry for the offense. Please come in quickly!"

Led by the gatekeeper, Lao Langshen walked slowly to the guest room.

There are messengers here to serve you good tea and water.

The tea became slightly warmer, and steady, powerful footsteps were heard.

When I looked up, I saw a young Taoist in plain clothes and cloud shoes, walking towards me with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

"I am Gu Yunli, the land god of Tianan Temple. Nice to meet you, the Nine Heavens Fairy Boy. Tianan Temple is remote, so if I have been negligent, I hope the Fairy Boy will forgive me!" Gu Yunli bowed as he entered the house.

“You’re welcome.” The old Langshen quickly returned the greeting.

"I still don't know what to call the fairy boy?"

"My surname is Yang, my name is Ruchuan, and I am the incense-burning boy under the seat of Yixiu Star Lord."

"Excuse me." After the old Langshen introduced himself, the two of them exchanged pleasantries again.

Finally, Gu Yunli took the initiative to ask:

"I wonder why the fairy boy is here?"

"My Star God has recently felt that something is wrong with the incense in Yong County, so he has sent Yang to check it out. The source is suspected to be from the prayer magic internet. Can Master Gu answer Yang's questions and clear up his confusion?"

Old Langshen threw the question to Gu Yunli ambiguously.

"I see. I didn't expect that Gu's excitement would alarm the Star Lord. What a sin!"

Gu Yunli looked full of self-blame.

Then he recounted the events of Pingkou Woban, and concluded by saying:
"...Gu also saw that the Pingkouwo Troupe was quite diligent, so he helped them a little. I didn't expect that it would attract a lot of troupes from Yong County to compete for it. It was beyond my expectation."

"I see."

The old Langshen nodded and said, "The magic that Gu Bogong has connected to the Internet is truly a unique art. One art has connected millions of people, which is rare in the world. No wonder a post like this has caused a sensation throughout the county."

Gu Yunli said: "You are so kind!"

The old Langshen said, "Mr. Gu is too modest! My Star God said that the incense offerings in Yong County these days are better than those in the past two or three decades. If this can continue, why worry about the prosperity of opera?"

Tsk!
Is this for drama?

This is for incense!

Gu Yunli teased in his heart and chuckled, "Posting to create hype is a minor trick. Gu does have a way to expand the art of a hundred plays."

The old man's heart trembled. Wasn't he waiting for these words when he came here so happily?

"Appreciate further details!"

"The art of performing arts has always been popular among the people. I still remember the day when the Pingkouwo Troupe first came to Tian'an Village. The people from all over the country were so excited that even when it rained heavily, many people stubbornly stayed behind."

“From this we can see that the people welcome the various operas.”

"But what is the reason why the Way of Hundred Plays has always been so tepid?"

Gu Yunli's question made the old man frown and fall into deep thought.

"It is said that when the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they have enough food and clothing, they know honor and disgrace. It is also said that when people are well fed and warm, they think about sex."

"In Gu's opinion, the root cause of the hindrance to the development of a hundred operas is that there are too many people and too few fields. If there are too many opera performers, there will be too little land to cultivate. Although the spiritual needs are high, the suffering of the stomach is even greater."

"So whether it's increasing the number of troupes or attracting more spectators, it's just draining the pond to catch fish."

After hearing these words, the old Langshen was shocked all over, and could not help but sigh:

"Well said, if the world prospers, then all kinds of operas will prosper! Otherwise, the prosperity helped by all kinds of operas is nothing more than a banquet for the emperor, and has nothing to do with the people of the world."

"That's exactly the reason."

"May I ask what method Mr. Gu is talking about?"

“Nothing but sharing!”

"Why?"

"Gu can open a section for Yixiu Xingjun on the Internet, and specially select various videos of various kinds of plays and put them on it, just like the online course videos. All the income from incense and money, after deducting the cost, will belong to Yixiu Xingjun. What do you think, fairy boy?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the old man's pupils dilated, as if cold water was poured on his face, completely extinguishing the excitement of meeting a good friend and soulmate.

"If what Gu Bogong said is true, in the long run, won't all the opera troupes in the world have to close down?"

Isn't it?
Everyone is watching the show on the Internet, who would go to watch it offline?
By then, I’m afraid there will be fewer and fewer opera troupes?

The incense offerings to the God of the Stars Yixiu all come from the offerings of opera troupes. If there were not enough opera troupes, wouldn't that be digging their own graves?
As for Internet dividends?
Ah!
If the incense is controlled by someone else, is it still your own incense?

Gu Yunli shook his head and said, "This is absurd! Once this is done, opera troupes all over the world will only become more prosperous."

The old Langshen said nothing when he heard this. His eyes were as bright as candles, and he looked at Gu Yunli quietly, waiting for his explanation.

(End of this chapter)