Remodeling the World Remodeling Myth

Chapter 7

The streets of Chang'an City in the evening exude a strange beauty under the reflection of the setting sun.There are people coming and going on the street, although it is not as noisy and crowded as in the morning, but it is also crowded and lively.

"Extraordinary, extraordinarily, the number one master in the world, Chongyang Daoist, has transformed into an immortal!"

"Extraordinary, extraordinarily, the leader of Taoism, the supreme master of a generation, the Chongyang real person has become an immortal!"

Suddenly, a clear and crisp child's voice sounded from the corner of the street, breaking the noise on the street and making the bustling market instantly enter a silent world.For a moment, the drop of a needle could be heard, and everyone involuntarily turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

However, two newsboys about ten years old were waving newspapers and shouting loudly on the street.

"Give me one."

"I want one too."

"Give me three!"

After a brief silence, shouts erupted in the street one after another.A person dressed as a scholar in Confucian clothes and scarves, or a businessman with a big belly, or a person from the rivers and lakes with a sharp knife, all waved their big hands and shouted anxiously.

In just a short cup of tea, the hundreds of newspapers in the hands of the two newsboys were completely sold out.

The streets were full of people standing and reading newspapers, which once made the traffic congested.The taverns and teahouses on both sides were filled with restless guests.

"Hey, it's been a while since there's been any news about Daoist Chongyang. I never thought that there is a separation between heaven and man."

"This Quanzhen sect has not yet spread the news, so it can't be fake?"

"Heh, it's extremely ridiculous. Let's not say that the Chang'an Daily has never had false news, and the news that the Chongyang real person has become an immortal, who dares to lie!"

"Hey, it is a great loss for us in the Northland to become an immortal in Chongyang. From today onwards, there will be great chaos in the Northland." A shabby-dressed literati with a sad face and tears in the corners of his eyes slapped the table He said with deep sorrow.

Seeing this, the others frowned, but seeing his sad face and thinking of the records in the newspaper, they sighed and did not refute.An old man with gray beard and hair came sideways and asked in surprise, "Why did you come up with such an idea, sir?"

The scribe shook his head slightly, and sighed: "The Jin people and Xixia are afraid of the real man, so they dare not attack our Great Song Dynasty. Now that the real man is gone, the two countries will invade in a large scale soon. How can we still live in peace today? Once war breaks out everywhere, hey!"

When the scribe said this, he sighed with sadness on his face, and didn't continue talking.

When everyone heard this, many people's expressions changed, revealing a look of worry.

The old man shook his head and said: "The old man has never read any books, and he doesn't understand too many principles. It is not the old man's turn to worry about the Jinren and Xixia. In the year of disaster, Taoists were sent down the mountain to give porridge to save lives.

When the real person is alive, there is no need for the old man.Now that the real person has passed away, if the old man cannot personally go to burn incense in front of his spirit, he is really not a son of man. "

As the old man said, his still strong body bowed, his face was full of sadness.He stood up, walked out tremblingly, and murmured: "It's getting late, I hope the old man can go to Zhongnan Mountain early to see the real person for the last time."

The scribe suddenly stood up and said firmly: "Old man, please wait for the first class, and I would like to go to Zhongnan Mountain with the old man. I, Yang, have also received the favor of Quanzhen Sect, and I admire the great sentiment of Chongyang Daoist. It is already a great regret that I never had the opportunity to meet the real person before this time. If I miss it again this time, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

The old man glanced at the scribe with admiration, and said, "It's very good, very good for young people to not forget their roots and understand benevolence and righteousness."

The scribes bowed their hands and said nothing.

The two left together, and disappeared from the corner of the street in a blink of an eye.After they left, the teahouse was silent for a while, and then there were bursts of crying: "Woo, my old lady was seriously ill back then, and the masters of Quanzhen Sect helped to treat her. Not only did they not accept a penny, but they even left I bought two hundred copper coins. Now, now, woo woo."

"Hey, back then my family of four fled from the north and came here. If it weren't for the help of a real person from the Quanzhen Sect, I would have starved to death on the side of the road. Today, the real person has become immortal, and my sixth child can't help. One stick of incense, nine knocks on the head, let the real person know that my sixth son will always remember him."

Everyone bowed their heads silently, several people stood up one after another, cupped their hands and said: "Everyone is willing to go to Zhongnan Mountain together for a walk, and light a stick of incense in front of the spirit of the real person."

"Count me as the sixth one."

"Hey, there's me, there's me. If my mother knows that I didn't go to Zhongnan Mountain to worship the real person first, I won't be beaten to death."

Everyone smiled slightly, and then a dozen people stood up and made an appointment to go to Zhongnan Mountain to worship together not long after.

It's just that no one knew that the old man and scribe who left earlier had continued to stage this scene in another restaurant.At the same time, the entire city of Chang'an, as well as the restaurants and inns in nearby villages and towns, are the ones who spread the word.

Although it was getting late, there were still more than 3000 people rushing towards Zhongnan Mountain despite the dangers of the road, the severe cold weather, and the long distance.

Chang'an City, an ordinary house.

Zhang Shang stood with his hands behind his back, sitting on the steps of the backyard with a face full of thought.

The two guys dressed in gray servant clothes, with their eyes rolling, looked like they were not honest people respectfully said: "Young master, what you asked us to do has been completed, and at least thousands of people are rushing to the city today. Zhongnanshan, it is estimated that tomorrow there may be more than [-] people."

Zhang Shang nodded slightly, showing a touch of emotion.

Master Chongyang deserves to be a master of Taoism, such a prestige is really enviable.

Although it is spring now, the nights are still quite cold.Thousands of people are not afraid of the severe cold, the high mountains and the dangerous roads, but they also want to see the Chongyang real person off as soon as possible, which shows the prestige of the Chongyang real person in the north.Even if there are people who are arranged by themselves to contribute to the flames, but in the end, Chongyang Daoist is still highly respected, otherwise, how can other people be bewitched.

If I have such a reputation, even if I sit at home every day, the belief points I gain can make me wake up with a smile, right?

But soon, soon.

Zhang Shang thought of the big events and plans in the near future, and showed a gentle smile.

This day will change because of me.The world will be noisy because of me!
Zhang Shang glanced at the two of them and said, "You guys did a good job. Each of you went to the cashier to get a reward of 20 taels of silver. In addition, my young master has something else I need you to go to. If it is done, each person will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver! "

When the two heard the words, their eyes lit up immediately, and when they heard the reward of a hundred taels of silver, they even breathed a little short.

One hundred taels of silver, what kind of concept is this, tens of acres of fine land!
If it is based on the salary of the two of them, it will be several years of income!
The faces of the two were flushed with excitement, and they bowed excitedly and said, "Young master, please order, the two of us will die if we die."

"Go to other towns around Chang'an immediately, and continue with today's actions wherever you arrive, but be careful, don't let people notice anything." Zhang Shang said solemnly.

The eyes of the two lit up, and their hearts were filled with excitement. They thought it was a difficult job, but they didn't expect it to be such an easy job.As for not being discovered, that is simply too simple.

The two said excitedly: "Don't worry, young master, we will definitely complete the task you assigned."

(End of this chapter)