Chapter 587 Xi’e Secondhand Bookstore

Author: Ke Yuyu

Chapter 587 Xi’e Secondhand Bookstore

Jin Cuo was promptly considerate of Youtuo's thoughts and patted her comfortingly with one hand.

Yincuo also held her hand.

They all have natural trust in Youtu's master, Uncle Lingyan, so how can they allow others to base their opinions on hearsay? But, where is this place? It's not a street wine shop, and they can't quarrel loudly. Moreover, everyone has heard about it, and no one can argue.

There is no evidence to prove that what he said is true history.

A word can change even if it is passed down to two or three people, let alone a story that happened a hundred years ago. As it was passed down through word of mouth, everyone only accepted the part they wanted to believe, and added their own understanding and imagination.

For now, I can only listen.

I heard that people around me had different opinions. There were familiar faces from Shangqingshan and some unfamiliar disciples of his sect, but they were all arguing about the same topic. The rumors and opinions mentioned were completely different.

In their mouths, Shiraishi was either a lustful person who was so lustful that he abandoned his Taoism for a witch and ruined his reputation; or he was a benevolent and righteous person who sacrificed his body to feed tigers in order to conquer demons and defend Taoism.

After the initial moment of anger, Youtuo pressed herself down on her seat and stopped being impulsive. She smiled at the money and the silver, and then went to comfort Su Yiran who was about to get angry, signaling that she was fine and to listen quietly.

Just a story.

She can't control what others say. If she fights, who will believe it?

Even though coercion has now suppressed dissent, people are still dissatisfied, which may actually intensify the rumors.

Even those who say how bad Master is are not necessarily malicious, it is just that they heard such rumors. When Master was alive, he must have heard many criticisms, but Master never said anything.

The wind and rain of time will wash away many traces, but Master's image and memory in the hearts of those he cares about will never change.

Later, when she has the strength and opportunity, she must clear her master's name with irrefutable facts and undoubted strength.

Youtuo clenched his fist.

The disciple who previously said that Shiraishi was bewitched by a witch and surrendered was refuted with a completely different statement. He was dissatisfied and was about to argue when someone else intervened to refute him:

"Brother, I'm sorry! If Baishi was deceived by the witch, why didn't Shangqingshan evict him from the house? The world's Taoist sects don't regard him as a public enemy? In fact, according to the legend of our master, Baishi is determined to conquer demons for the Taoist sect.

, used their bodies as bait to win the trust of the devil. Finally, they laid a trap on the ancient battlefield. Lord Shanxin and Lord Shiraishi used their bodies to lure the enemy, even at the expense of their own bodies.

All destroyed, what kind of unparalleled feat is this?"

Many people agreed with this statement, and they all said yes.

"That is, as far as I know, Master Baishi retired to Shaoqing Mountain and is still worshiping at Shangqing Mountain. When his disciples mention him, they are all full of respect!"

"That's because Senior Brother Yan Chun of Shangqing Mountain told me that the True Lord of Faith was posthumously recognized as the elder of the Shangqing Mountain sect, and they worshiped his spiritual tablet!"

More people nodded.

It seems that this view still holds the majority.

The disciple who had previously said that Master Baishi had ruined his reputation for being a witch was a little nauseous and rubbed his nose and became silent. He also could not explain why Master Baishi had not been despised by the Taoist sect if he had committed such a big mistake?

Su Yiran let out a "hum" and suppressed her anger.

Yougao was confused by the quarrel between several people. She didn't know much, so she couldn't stand up and speak convincingly.

But she knew that her master was a real and warm person. He was neither a fool whose mind was deceived by a witch, nor a ruthless lover who ruthlessly killed his beloved for the so-called Taoist righteousness. The master had no regrets towards the Taoist sect, and he had no regrets for those who did not do it.

The woman named "Denver" is also deeply affectionate and loyal.

Master can be worthy of anyone, but he is the only one who suffers.

What is the reality?

She couldn't help but look up at the big stone at the entrance of the valley.

The drunken Taoist priest on the big rock was swaying, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he was just finishing a chant in his mouth.

How much does this Taoist Zuimian know? Can he explain it clearly?

Suddenly, the Zui Mian Taoist's eyes were like lightning, shining directly towards You Gao.

This gaze went straight into the heart, like a cold arrow washing over her. Young's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch her face. "Looking like this" was still attached to her forehead. She was still looking at that face that no one recognized.

Taoist Zuimian's eyes came to him for just a moment. After a moment of clarity, his eyes returned to cloudy. Looking again, he still looked like he was drunk, and it was impossible to tell that he had ever been sober.

If the cold feeling in his heart hadn't been so clear, the clear light just now was so fast that Youji almost thought he was an illusion.

"Everyone in the world knows that there are thirteen major states in our blue sky. However, what few people know is that beyond the three northwest states, further to the northwest, there is a chain of snow-capped mountains. The mountains are majestic and vast, unparalleled in the world.

“Someone who has done something good once explored its land veins and said that Beizhu in the north, Beihuang in the northwest, Baiyuan, Baideng, and Xi’e in the west. The mountains in these states are all the remaining veins nurtured by the snowy mountains.

"More than a hundred years ago, Taoist Ling Yan of Shangqing Mountain had not yet formed the elixir, and had not yet become the famous 'White Stone Master'. At that time, he was just a young boy with strong energy. He established the foundation

Not long ago, I traveled to several states in the northwest. Because I yearned for the mystery of the Snowy Mountains and wanted to explore their dangers, I temporarily stayed in West EZ.

"West EZ, now under the rule of Huang Tingshan, the Taoist sect has prospered, and the Demonic sect's influence has almost disappeared. However, more than a hundred years ago, the Western EZ was equally divided between the Taoist and Demonic families. The Taoist demons are mixed here, and it is difficult to distinguish black from white.

If there is any dispute between the two parties, the first one to be affected will be West EZ."

Next, a disciple of Huang Tingshan from West EZ nodded with a concerned expression:

"Yes, yes, we in Huangtingshan are really struggling to survive! The Taoist sect can't help us much, but when facing the Demonic Sect, it puts us at the forefront. During that period, we were suppressed by the Demonic Sect to the point where we almost fell.

Come out of the eight sects! Where do you know in Taixuanzhou? It’s too difficult! It wasn’t until the demon sect’s power shrank a hundred years ago that we regained some strength. Alas!”

Cao Hui from Huangtingshan whispered his complaints to the people around him.

"Although Ling Yan had great ambitions at that time, he was just a young monk who had not been established for a long time. Not only was he unable to climb the snow-capped mountains, but he was also unable to go deep into the area to the west of the West EZ and within the Demon Sect's sphere of influence. He

Knowing that his cultivation was not enough, he was in no hurry, so he made friends with strange people and strangers in various parts of Western Hubei, inquired about anecdotes, and chatted to increase his knowledge.

"On this day, he passed by the market and accidentally entered an old bookstore. Although the old shopkeeper was poor and humble, he spoke with strange words. He was also a young and talented man, and he recognized the brilliance in the old man's heart. The two of them

People can talk speculatively for a while.

"Ling Yan is kind-hearted. When he saw that the business of the old bookstore was deserted and almost no one cared about the old jade slips and old books in the store, and the shop owner seemed to have an old illness, he wanted to help. He bought a few books every day and never bargained.

, giving the shop owner a small income."

"This old man was so long-winded that he couldn't get to the point for a long time. Oh, I understand. Could it be that he was the one Ling Yan met? Could this old drunkard be the old man from some bookstore? So he can't be remembered until now?" There was someone below.

He sneered and pointed at Taoist Zuimian.

"Hey, please be patient and listen! When did this drunk Taoist go to West EZ to open a bookstore? He is from the same school! What he said must be reasonable, and the real owner may appear soon." Someone came to persuade the complainer.

People are patient.

Yougao stared at Taoist Zuimian in confusion. This narration by Zuimian might be just an introduction, but it brought up many past events.

Master’s early years? The bookstore in West EZ?

Master said it!

Master Zuimian's narration and Master's occasional reminiscences and chats magically overlapped.

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There have been a lot of things going on recently, including accidents.

Let me tell you a career story.

I once put a lot of thought into changing a department. My selfish reason is that my current position has too many chores. I often have to take things home to do at night, which delays my writing. And the new position is more suitable for me. I can concentrate on my work.

There will be a lot less chores, and I will have more time to write articles.

I mustered up the courage to talk to the leaders of the new department and get approval; then I filled out the application under the eyes of the leaders of my department; and then, after all kinds of efforts, the leaders of the unit also initially agreed... Then I waited

Official notice of job transfer has been issued.

As a result, I was rejected by a related account...

The leader of that new department would rather accept a girl with no professional qualifications who can't do anything and stay in their department chatting instead of insisting on his initial promise to accept me. Although I can do more practical work if I go, I can

It really helps improve the quality of his department’s key tasks.

My expertise, my past achievements, and the fact that the other department really lacks someone like me for that position (because they have been asking me for help privately in the past), nothing can compare with the leader's wishes.

Recently, I heard that a senior executive interrupted me, and when I was almost reaching my destination, without my knowing it, the path I had worked so hard to get through quietly changed direction.

Angry, but not angry, just a little powerless.
Chapter completed!