Chapter 166: A Demonic Monk in the Four Seas
"Mr. Xu, have you eaten? Would you like a bowl of mixed soup? It's very fresh!" The stall owner has recognized the gentleman who has just moved in. I heard that he knows medical skills and can read. The haunted yard became peaceful as soon as he arrived. He is amazing!
"No, no, I just had dinner. I will come tomorrow. Leave a bowl for me." Gu Qingyuan waved his hand.

The vendor owner was clearing the small table quickly: "Okay, I will definitely keep it for you, sir. We have a deal, I won't leave until you come."

"Then I have to think carefully about whether to come." Gu Qingyuan teased.

The stall owner's surname is Yang. He has been here all year round and has regular old customers who come here to eat either steamed buns or noodles. When he said this, the familiar old customers started to make a fuss.

"Mr. Xu, don't come tomorrow. Let Old Yang wait here and come back to see him the day after tomorrow." said a diner who recognized Gu Qingyuan.

Old Yang flicked the rag and waved his hand like he was shooing away a fly: "Go away, go away, eat your fill and leave quickly, don't stay here with me."

He then called out to Gu Qingyuan who was leaving: "Mr. Xu, there is a storyteller in the teahouse today. He is new and must have some new stories. You can listen to him when you have time."

Gu Qingyuan turned his back to him and waved his hand to indicate that he heard it.

Not in a hurry to go to the teahouse, Gu Qingyuan strolled around and watched a traditional folk acrobatics - breaking rocks with chest. After watching it, he stopped at the monkey show and met some people beating gongs and drums to welcome gods. They had invited statues of gods to be worshipped at home. Gu Qingyuan followed the crowd and watched for a while.

After spending a lot of money, he went to the snack shop again and ordered a portion of osmanthus cake and mung bean cake. He wrapped it in oil paper and walked to the teahouse. The snacks made him feel thirsty, so he had some tea.

Halfway through the journey, Gu Qingyuan raised his hand and a golden bean fell into his palm. He held the golden bean in the sunlight and put it into his sleeve.

This is his talent for picking up things. As his cultivation level increases, or as his luck grows, this talent becomes more and more domineering.

In the past, he would avoid people and the things he picked up would appear out of thin air around Gu Qingyuan, requiring him to look carefully before finding them. But now, he didn't even bother to pretend and just delivered them directly to Gu Qingyuan.

The quality of the items picked up has also improved a lot. There are no more rotten iron pieces. Although there are not many spiritual items, the proportion has increased compared to before. The worst ones now are gold and silver.

Thanks to this, the prison warden had a unique mecha. Although Gu Qingyuan didn't know much about the inside of the technological creation, he could use it after some tinkering with it. Then he used the refining technique to refine a bunch of miscellaneous technological creations together into a strange object.

Not to mention whether it is useful or not, Gu Qingyuan could only guarantee that it would not be as shocking as the goblin technology. He then stuffed a solar drive he picked up by chance into the prison keeper's heart to force it to merge. Fortunately, with the prison keeper's power to distort the origin of reality, he twisted it into a core power furnace, and then used the willpower of the people of Dingyuan City to forge it again, making it fit itself.

"If this continues, will the prison warden become the emperor of the universe or the mechanical devil? His style would be too out of place in this world of gods and demons."

When Gu Qingyuan thought of the magic weapon, flying sword, incense and true body here, the cosmic fortress, the steel furnace, and the mechanical demon god coming to the world over there...

'It seems quite exciting!'

Gu Qingyuan threw the oil-paper bag away, hummed a little tune, and walked quickly forward.

A teahouse is just around the corner. There are a dozen tables and benches, and a space inside. Storytellers often set up a stage to tell stories. If you are lucky, you can meet a ventriloquist. When that happens, the shop assistants will bring in a thick screen. Gu Qingyuan came earlier, and there were not many people. The storyteller was not on stage, and a dozen tea drinkers sat in groups of three or five to chat.

When they see guests coming, the servants come forward to lead the way.

"Mr. Xu, you are a frequent customer. Do you still order the same old three things?" the waiter said with a smile.

Gu Qingyuan smiled and nodded, then chose an empty table and sat down. Soon the waiter came over with a teapot in one hand and a tray in the other.

It's not that particular, just a pot of tea and two plates of dim sum. One plate is a variety of dim sum, called the 'Eight Treasures Plate'. It doesn't taste very good but looks exquisite. The other plate is boiled peanuts. You can only sit still if you have something to fill your mouth.

If you sit at this table in this restaurant and listen to a story, you have to pay the storyteller some tea money. If you order tea, the tea fee will be waived. The restaurant and the storyteller will then settle the bill and share the money.

Gu Qingyuan came to shop here every now and then these days. He simply deposited some money at the counter. Since he couldn't spend it all at once, he just opened some oil-paper treasures and sipped some dim sum and tea, feeling quite relaxed.

"They are all busy, is it not good for me to slack off like this?"

Gu Qingyuan felt a little guilty when thinking about the prison wardens who were speeding up the pace of slaying demons and eliminating ghosts, as well as digging pits everywhere to search for treasures and build the cave spring of the Great Demon Sound Temple.

Just at this moment the storyteller came on stage with his hands respectfully raised. Gu Qingyuan secretly spat at himself: Gu Qingyuan, Gu Qingyuan, how can you be so inattentive while listening to the story and drinking tea!

"Thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." The storyteller bowed and said, "My surname is Fang, and my stage name is Kuozui."

As he spoke, he opened his mouth, which was indeed wider than others. A stage name should not be vulgar or elegant, but should be unique. It should be remembered by people. Only when people remember it and leave an impression on it, and if you can show some good skills again, you can become famous and have people support you. In life, we eat and drink, and we are busy running around. Isn't it just for a few pieces of silver? Making money is not shameful.

Sure enough, a burst of good-natured laughter came from the audience. Regardless of whether the book was interesting or not, at least everyone remembered that there was a storyteller named Fang Kuozui, which made it easier to describe him when talking to others - the one with the big mouth was like this and that.

"Today we will not preach, discuss mysteries, talk about martial arts, or discuss generals. We will only talk about a strange monk who appeared in Dayan!" Fang Kuozui didn't waste any words and went straight to the point. As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was clear, drowning out the conversations of the people sitting down. Even the passers-by outside the teahouse were listening, and they poked their heads out to take a look.

The shopkeeper was also smart. He asked his waiter to go out with a tea tray to attract customers. He put some cheap snacks on the tray and did not charge them. If anyone came to stay, he would share a piece of the food and then say that a storyteller had just arrived in the teahouse and wanted to show him his new book.

Anyone who stops to listen to the explanation is a wealthy and idle person with little money in his pocket. He has already eaten and gone to work, and will not stop just for a snack.

Sure enough, after the waiter started to recruit customers, more and more customers came to the shop. The shopkeeper was happy, and Fang Kuozui was also happy. Every additional customer brought in a little more fatter to his pocket, so the more the better, and he worked even harder.

"You all know about Huasheng Temple, right? Some time ago, a debate was held and a master was invited to sit on the high platform. He spoke in a magnificent way and impressed all the monks. Today we are going to tell the story of this great monk," Fang Kuozui cleared his throat. "He had no rivals among a hundred thousand monks and was majestic on the nine-story platform. The Buddha gave him a golden staff and a brocade cassock to send him off. When he left Dayan and the East, he met the demon monkey spirit of heaven and earth. He split the Liangjie Ridge with his hands and flattened the Five Elements Peak with one leg. He slaughtered tigers on the top of the Snake Mountain and captured dragons at the bottom of the Eagle Valley. He saved the life of the black bear with his angry eyes and crushed the bones with a snap of his fingers. He annihilated every mountain and killed every ridge he passed. He killed all the demons and ghosts and flattened all the dangerous mountains and ridges. He opened the road to the West with his staff and wiped out all the demons with his steel fist. You all deserve to die. The Buddha will spare no one. Ask everyone in the world, who is the most famous monk!"

(End of this chapter)