Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Inside the theater.

Those who have the leisure to watch plays are not only ordinary people with free time, but also monks who have time to spare.

This is different from the North Xuan City under the jurisdiction of Zhaixinglou.

The divination method follows the principles of nature, believing that "immortals should not disturb mortals." Cultivators should live in seclusion and should not use their cultivation to amass wealth. If they compete with mortals for profit, then fate will have its own predetermined course, which is equivalent to giving up their future as cultivators.

Most practitioners of divination revere cause and effect.

Therefore, this argument is extremely useful.

Zhu Wuyao didn't know if it was true or false. Zhaixinglou was always good at deceiving its cultivators and often made a big fuss. Although it was hateful, being a mortal and living under the rule of Zhaixinglou was more peaceful than being anywhere else.

She was dissatisfied with the Star-Picking Tower.

She also hopes that the area under the jurisdiction of Zhaixinglou is vast.

In Dongji City, the number of cultivators is significantly greater.

This is the difference in the concepts of Qingyun Sect and Zhaixing Tower: the strong are strong, the weak perish; in life, competition comes first; powerful clans all have cultivators as their backers, while ordinary people can only get scraps at most.

For a cultivator like Zhu Wuyao, who possessed some strength, this was extremely comfortable.

Fortunately, sword cultivators advocate "righteousness and integrity" and also admire those who wield the sword for the benefit of all beings. This is unlike the Juque Sect, which relies on mortals as fuel to maintain the sect's prosperity.

However... there are still too many cultivators in this theater.

Although Zhu Wuyao had reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, she was unwilling to show off in the four major cities. Moreover, her identity should not be exposed, and the cultivation she could use at the moment was at most close to the late-stage of the Foundation Establishment realm.

The singing on the stage was bold and unrestrained.

The tone then softens, the lyrics becoming gentle and melodious, like a beaded curtain swaying in the wind, a dreamlike and enchanting tale of a stroll through a garden.

"The Golden Buddha" is also known as "The Peony Pavilion" mentioned by Zhu Wuyao in the Seven Killings Stele.

The original text only mentions that when the blindfolded swordsman killed the last person, the cloth covering his eyes was removed.

This re-arranged opera incorporates the Seven Killings Stele into the Golden Buddha, and the person dressed as Song Zhang, wearing a white dress, is clearly a living person, yet seems like a wandering ghost in a sea of ​​blood.

The white hem of her skirt was stained with red paste that had been splashed on the stage, resembling bloodstains, like petals of blood-red plum blossoms.

"Snow-covered plum blossoms, cold iron reflecting blood."

"A heart full of chivalry wasted, only to become someone else's butcher's knife."

"You have the will to do good, yet your clothes are stained with blood; he has the will to do evil, yet he sits in the main hall."

……

Zhu Wuyao raised his cup to drink tea, concealing the slightly contemplative look in his eyes—

One monk noticed something amiss from the very beginning of the opera, when the golden Buddha appeared and Fu Xian began reciting his lines from behind a curtain.

Just when the opera was so captivating that it had diverted her attention, the monk's expression immediately darkened as soon as these lyrics were sung.

Her companion, who had come with her to see the opera, was now restless and was whispering words of advice:

"Ah Heng, this play isn't very interesting. I should have read the script first before coming. How about I treat you to Kuiyuan Restaurant? The food is much more interesting than the play."

The cultivator known as "Aheng," suppressing his anger, smiled and said:

"Senior Brother Hou, I think this play is quite good."

The story of "The Golden Buddha" is nearing its end. Song Zhang is stabbed in the chest with a narrow knife and pinned to the ground. Despite his own life hanging by a thread, he lets the knife pierce through his body and gets close to the blindfolded swordsman.

His fingers were already stained with the red liquid that served as blood.

To Zhu Wuyao's surprise—

In this part of "The Golden Buddha," the treatment is surprising: instead of removing the blindfold from the swordsman, the swordsman uses a blood-stained finger to touch Fu Ji's forehead.

This is used as a metaphor for "enlightenment and enlightenment".

The phrase "removing the obstruction before one's eyes" has been changed to "dispelling the confusion in one's mind."

The long, hoarse lyrics drifted into my ears, like a funeral procession—

"The stubborn rock has been enlightened; the dream has been awakened today."

"A dreamlike stroll in the garden, the dead cannot return!"

Even if one suddenly realizes the truth, the deceased can never be brought back to life.

Unlike the revised version of "The Peony Pavilion" circulating in the market, it is neither poignant nor dreamlike.

Instead, it clearly states that even if the deceased suddenly realizes their mistake, they cannot be brought back to life.

The senior brother Hou became even more restless, gesturing for someone to bring tea in an attempt to calm his agitation.

The bookseller who came here to earn money from tea had only taken a few steps forward when he saw the monk called Aheng slam his fist on the table and stand up.

"Hou Feng! Don't you have anything to say to me?!"

This young lady, Ah Heng, was more powerful than Hou Feng, having reached the early stage of the Golden Core realm. As soon as she finished speaking, she summoned a spiderweb-shaped magical artifact, seemingly ready to challenge him on the spot.

The unexpected turn of events in the theater startled everyone, but the few cultivators remained calm and composed, showing no intention of intervening.

It's a private dispute, and there's no reason for me to intervene.

Moreover, anyone who dares to make a move in the main city under the jurisdiction of Qingyun Sect must either have a powerful cultivation level, a powerful backer, or some other kind of confidence.

Looking at the cultivator known as Hou Feng, who looked guilty, the onlookers had a better idea of ​​what to do and naturally did not make a move.

Seeing that Aheng was angry and had already unleashed her natal magic weapon, Hou Feng said repeatedly:

"Aheng, let me explain!"

"Although your elder sister is doing well in the Qingyun Sect, she is still living under someone else's roof. She doesn't dare to speak up when she is wronged. I'm only telling you these things because I see how close you two sisters are!"

But now, Ah Heng, having just watched this scene, understands perfectly well that her elder sister is probably just like that golden Buddha or that stone tablet to Hou Feng.

And she was Fu Ji, whose eyes were covered.

Hou Feng would lie to her whenever he was at odds with someone, saying that this person had spoken rudely to her elder sister.

Fortunately, before she left, her mother repeatedly told her not to act recklessly, so as not to make things difficult for her older sister. So even though she was angry, she only taught those people a lesson and did not actually cause them serious injuries.

Otherwise... if my elder sister finds out about this...

Thinking of this, Aheng's gaze turned cold, and she said sharply:

"Still dare to argue!"

"I will capture you and take you to Qingyun Sect, where you will be given a chance to explain yourself to the elders!"

This is why Ah Heng chose to confront them on the spot.

If this matter is not defined first, even if there is a relationship between the two sects, it is inevitable that the Qingyun Sect will use this matter and her mistake to take out their anger on her elder sister and put pressure on her family.

Now, by bringing this matter to light in front of everyone, it can be characterized as infighting among the Qingyun Sect disciples, who deceived their allies.

The interests of her elder sister, relatives, and family brought her to her senses.

Seeing this, Hou Feng panicked. As the spider web approached, he immediately tried to escape without thinking twice.

He wanted to get a ranking on the minor list, even if it was at the very bottom, but he wasn't good enough, so he resorted to this desperate measure.

He only wanted to use Aheng to allow those who were fighting against him to take a break and recover.

If Ah Heng catches him, the matter will be difficult to resolve!

If he can escape the theater and find his master first, the Qingyun Sect might protect him for the sake of the sect's reputation!

Thinking of this, Hou Feng's face turned fierce. He waved his hand, creating a gust of wind to clear away anyone blocking his escape route.

He didn't mean to hurt anyone.

He dare not.

There was no intention to harm anyone when he made the move.

But Zhu Wuyao knew that today's struggle would, by a twist of fate, take the lives of innocent mortals.