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

"Why isn't anyone here yet?"

Li Tiancheng didn't seem to care much about the food today; instead, he kept looking out of the private room.

"Sir, I'll be right there, I'll be right there."

Gu Changqing, who was serving nearby, was surprised that the emperor would come to listen to the storyteller. He immediately sent someone to urge the storyteller to come up on stage. At this time, he should not put on airs.

The diners below, having not seen anyone for a long time, became somewhat agitated and began to shout.

"Where are the people? Where is the show? Why isn't it on yet?"

"Would Gu Family Restaurant, such a large enterprise, lie to us?"

"Hurry up and get on the show! I came here specifically to watch the show today."

Finally, the storyteller appeared amidst the crowd's eager anticipation.

However, as soon as the old man with dried skin made his appearance, some people began to speculate.

"This table? This old man? He looks more like a storyteller."

"Holy crap, is it really a storytelling performance? The Gu family has really gone too far this time."

"That's right, I have some impression of this old man. He's the old storyteller at the dock, the kind who doesn't even earn three coins a day."

The diners' statement is not wrong. If Gu Family Restaurant makes such a big fuss this time, but it turns out to be just storytelling, then it will probably not only go out of business, but its business will definitely be greatly affected.

However, this storytelling is not the same as that storytelling.

The diners started talking amongst themselves, and some even began to make a scene.

Private room on the second floor.

"Hey bro, is the mystery show really just storytelling?"

Although they are brothers who would risk their lives for each other, if Gu Changqing pulls all these tricks this time and it really ends up being just a storyteller, then Lu Da won't be able to help.

"I'm not sure either, I guess so,"

Gu Xinyuan's face was already quite ugly. In his entire life, he had always acted with integrity and uprightness, and he had never felt so ashamed as he did today.

"Lu Da, don't worry, this storyteller will definitely not disappoint you."

Just when the entire private room was filled with an awkward atmosphere, it was Li Tiancheng who spoke up to defuse the situation.

"Your Majesty, how did you know?"

Lu Da looked at Li Tiancheng with a puzzled expression.

"I heard about it a couple of days ago."

"What? Your Majesty has heard of it?"

"Xue'er happened to be with Zhou Wu, so she thought the storyteller was quite good and brought him to the palace to entertain me and the Empress."

"I still don't believe this storytelling can be that exciting."

Even with Li Tiancheng standing by to defend the storytelling, Lu Da still didn't believe that the storytelling could be that exciting.

Li Tiancheng didn't explain further, knowing that these people would soon be proven wrong by his words.

. . . . .

"Crack~~~"

The resounding thud of the gavel silenced the noisy scene.

Everyone turned to look at the withered old man, wondering if he couldn't understand the situation.

The poem says:

Chaos is not divided into chaos, and no one sees it.

Since Pangu broke the Harmony, opened up a clear and turbid distinction.

Covering the group of students and admiring benevolence, inventing everything to be good.

If you want to know the power of creation, you must read Journey to the West. "

Today I'm going to tell you a story from Journey to the West.

Journey to the West? What does that mean? The book title is so strange, no wonder books are declining.

The people didn't quite understand what the book's title, "Journey to the West," meant.

"It is said that the cycle of heaven and earth consists of 129,600 years, which is one period. This period is then divided into twelve cycles,"

"We are grateful for Pangu's creation of the world, the Three Sovereigns' rule, and the Five Emperors' establishment of order,"

Is this a story about gods and monsters?

When it comes to gods and monsters, people's interest is gradually being piqued again, since feudal society was rife with incidents and rumors about demons and monsters.

"That monkey lives in the mountains, yet it can walk and leap, eat grass and trees, and drink from mountain streams,"

A stone monkey? A monkey could actually spring out of a stone? This story seems a bit far-fetched.

"The Monkey King enjoyed his carefree life, never expecting it to last for three to five hundred years."

The Monkey King? Can monkeys live that long? He must have been born with a bit of spiritual talent.

The Monkey King laughed, "Good! Good! Good! From now on, I shall be called Sun Wukong!"

Sun Wukong! What a great name.

"After all, it is unknown what kind of Dao fruit he will cultivate in the future. If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter."

"Crack~~"

Another gavel fell, pulling everyone back from the fairy tale to reality.

The crowd, who had been indignant and disgusted just moments before, now only wished the storytelling had been too short and ended so quickly.

"That's all? Is there anything else? Hurry up and continue."

"It's so short, who's going to listen to that? I've got plenty of money, hurry up and keep going."

After he finished speaking, everyone started throwing money onto the stage. This is the rule of storytelling: if someone tells a good story, people will tip them by throwing money onto the stage, right at the storyteller's feet.

However, this was the first time in his life that the old man had been subjected to a barrage of money, and his face was beaming with joy.

"reward."

Although this was Li Tiancheng's second time hearing it, he still found it fascinating and instructed his attendants to follow suit and give him tips. (Dear viewers, Grape also needs monthly tickets and tips!)

The thunderous applause made the people outside the restaurant even more eager to get in. They were already upset enough about not being able to get in today, and the applause they heard meant that the show was indeed very good.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Journey to the West was written by Lord Zhou Wu. It is true that only the first chapter has been written so far, but Lord Zhou is working overtime to update it. Lord Zhou said that he will guarantee to update one chapter every day, and then this old man will tell the story to you at Gu Family Restaurant every noon and evening."

After finally picking up all the money from the ground, the old man, facing the expectant eyes of the audience, still uttered the cruelest words.

The diners below were initially still upset, but when they realized that the old man had just said that "Journey to the West" was written by Zhou Wu, they immediately calmed down. Who was Zhou Wu? A hothead, who in the capital would dare to mess with him?

"Tomorrow it is then. I'll have the servants in my household line up first thing tomorrow morning."

“Great idea! I’ll have my servants line up too.”

. . . . . . . .

After the diners left, people outside stopped them and started asking questions.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, what are you doing in there? The shows inside are really amazing."

"Hey, isn't this Brother Li? Let me tell you, it's absolutely amazing, truly amazing! I never imagined that storytelling could be so wonderful."

"What? You're saying the show is like storytelling?"

"Yes, but it's not the kind of storytelling you usually listen to. Do you know 'Journey to the West'?"

"What?"

"The Monkey King? Sun Wukong? Hey, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Hey, Brother Zhu, you were in there just now. What level of monster do you think Sun Wukong is?"

Those who had heard it began discussing the plot, while those who hadn't were bursting with curiosity.

The next day, when it was still slightly light, the waiter had just pulled open a door panel when he was so frightened by the sight outside that he retreated repeatedly.

A long queue had formed outside Gu Family Restaurant, with no end in sight.