If you traveled back to ancient times, while others ate Guanyin clay, you would actually have giant

"Crack~~"

The gavel slammed down, startling Li Xixue and the storyteller.

"The Three Sovereigns ruled the world, and the Five Emperors established order. Thus, the world was divided into four major continents: East Sheng Shenzhou, West Niu Hezhou, South Zhanzhou, and North Ju Luzhou."

"It is said that in the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory, there is a country overseas called Aolai. The country is near the sea, and in the sea there is a famous mountain called Flower and Fruit Mountain..."

Zhou Wuxue, following the emphasis of the storyteller from his previous life, and influenced by his own emotions, immediately captivated Li Xixue and the storyteller. Even the maids nearby were quietly engrossed in listening.

"Alright everyone, that concludes the first chapter of Journey to the West: The Spiritual Root is Nurtured and the Source Flows Out; The Mind and Nature are Cultivated and the Great Dao is Born. To find out what happens next, please listen to the next installment! *snap*"

As the gavel struck again, the crowd finally snapped out of their reverie.

Li Xixue didn't care and kept pestering Zhou Wu to continue. Zhou Wu didn't have time to talk about these things, so he could only make excuses and say that the rest of the manuscript hadn't been written yet.

"Have you mastered them all?"

"My lord, with more practice, it shouldn't be a big problem."

The storyteller watched the whole thing and felt it wasn't too difficult.

"Alright, then practice more. I'll send you to the most popular restaurant in the capital to tell stories later."

Zhou Wu has already made plans. He will promote Journey to the West in its entirety, through books and storytelling, with the ultimate goal of making Journey to the West a huge hit.

Because entertainment is very scarce in this world, visiting brothels is a lifestyle for the rich. Ordinary people spend their days working and chatting with their neighbors.

Therefore, a novel with such an unprecedented style as Journey to the West is bound to be a bestseller.

After everyone finishes watching Journey to the West, the popularity of Buddhism will definitely rise even higher. At that time, it will be time for Zhou Wu to make Buddhism pay the price.

. . . . . . .

Royal Palace

In winter, the palace is covered in white snow. Only the indoor areas are relatively warm because of the heating system. It is impossible to stay outside for even a moment.

Entertainment in the palace was already limited, and now it's even more restricted. The Imperial Garden and the Koi Pond are now just a vast expanse of white.

Li Tiancheng is playing chess with the Queen.

"Your Majesty, you are about to lose."

"The Queen's chess skills have improved greatly, haha."

The Empress kindly reminded her that, in principle, she knew her skills all too well and was no match for the Emperor. Yet, she suffered repeated defeats against the Emperor today, which could only mean one thing: the Emperor himself was not paying attention.

"Your Majesty, how could my chess skills be a match for yours? You don't need to go easy on me."

In fact, the Empress was right. Li Tiancheng was indeed absent-minded, spending his days attending court and leaving court. At other times, he could stroll in the garden in spring to admire the various flowers, go to his palace in summer to escape the heat, and go hunting in autumn. However, in winter, he could only stay indoors and couldn't go anywhere.

"Xue'er greets Father and Mother."

Where have you been running off to this time?

Looking at his daughter, whose head was still steaming, Li Tiancheng felt nothing but doting affection.

"Father and Mother, I know you are very bored in the palace all day long, so I found someone to tell you stories."

"Haha, what a good daughter of mine! She even knows how to tell me stories."

Li Tiancheng took it as his children showing filial piety and didn't take it to heart. However, when he saw his daughter bring in a trembling, withered old man, he realized that the other party was serious.

“Father, this is a storyteller, which I borrowed from Zhou Wu.”

"This humble subject pays his respects to Your Majesty."

The old man was Zhou Wu's storyteller. After practicing for a day, he had already begun to resemble Zhou Wu. Thinking of her father and mother in the palace, Li Xixue directly asked Zhou Wu to borrow the storyteller and brought him into the palace to entertain her father and mother.

The old man never dreamed that he would meet the emperor and empress in his lifetime; it was truly an incredible stroke of luck.

"Old sir, don't be afraid. Just speak normally, just like you practiced at the Zhou residence. It's okay if you don't speak well."

Li Xixue noticed the storyteller's nervousness and offered words of comfort. Perhaps Li Xixue's words of comfort really worked, because the old man's condition improved considerably.

The eunuchs had already set up the table.

"Crack~"

The old man brought his own gavel, and with a loud crack, he startled everyone. The guards outside rushed in, and the withered old man, who had finally managed to regain his composure, immediately cowered again.

Once they realized it was a misunderstanding, the guards withdrew.

It took the old man a long time to adjust before he slowly regained his composure, which greatly whetted the appetites of the emperor and empress.

"Crack~"

He continued to use the gavel, and everyone was used to it by now. The withered old man secretly glanced at the door and, seeing that the guards outside were not moving, began to tell the story of Journey to the West.

"..."

The Patriarch said: "Although your body is ugly, it resembles a monkey with a pine cone. I will take a surname from your body, meaning you will be named Monkey. The character 'Monkey' will have the animal radical... so let's name you Sun..."

"In our sect, there are twelve characters used to assign names. You are the tenth generation of disciples... Your name is Wu, so let's give you the Dharma name Sun Wukong, shall we...?"

"As it is said: In the beginning of chaos, there were no surnames; when the bowl was broken, emptiness was revealed, and enlightenment was found. To know what the future holds, please listen to the next chapter."

"Crack~"

A gavel snapped everyone back to reality.

That's it??

Clearly, Li Tiancheng hadn't had enough.

"This is a wonderful story."

The Empress was naturally still not satisfied.

“Father, Mother, Zhou Wu has only written one chapter.”

Seeing that her father and mother's expressions were exactly the same as hers at that time, Li Xixue began to explain.

You're saying that Zhou Wu wrote Journey to the West?

Li Tiancheng was quite surprised to find that the story was actually written by Zhou Wu.

"Yes, Father."

"If it's Zhou Wu, that's normal; he likes to dabble in these miscellaneous subjects."

Muskets, cannons, warships, gourmet food, and now even storybooks—Li Tiancheng has gradually gotten used to the surprises Zhou Wu brings.

"This storyteller is quite good. Here, give him a reward."

"Thank you for the reward, Your Majesty. Thank you, Your Majesty."

Upon hearing that His Majesty would bestow further rewards, the old man immediately knelt on the ground in excitement, kowtowing repeatedly.

. . . . . . .

"Dong dong dong~~~"

The area in front of Gu Family Restaurant was packed with onlookers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in order to thank our new and old customers, our restaurant has prepared a special program for tomorrow noon. We guarantee you will enjoy it."

The waiter banged on his gong, and seeing that a crowd had gathered, he began to promote tomorrow's activities.

"Hey waiter, what's the show? Give us a sneak peek!"

"Exactly, it sounds nice now, but what if we don't like it later?"

Different opinions arose from the crowd.