Chapter 611: The Legend of Fengxian: Sequel

A few days later, in the morning, at the Heilong River wharf in Yingxiang Prefecture, under the willow trees on the embankment.

“Aunt, uncle, everyone is heading to the dock. Cui Er swore that Xiao Fengxian would definitely come back today, and there is also an old mother dragon!”

Widow Huang opened her arms and gestured randomly, her face full of amazement, “It’s about 40 to 50 feet long, unimaginable, it can almost fill up a small river.”

There was a blue stone under the shade of the tree, with a few elderly people sitting side by side. They were all old neighbors living near Soy Sauce Lane.

Aunt Zhang’s hair was completely white, and her face was full of wrinkles, but now her face was flushed, sweat was on her forehead, and she was still panting, “We walked from Tianmen Town, which is dozens of miles!

If I hadn’t gotten a few pieces of monster meat from Fenghou Bay the other day, which made me feel strong after eating it, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to come today.

We have walked over now, but on both sides of the pier ahead, there are crowds of people, gongs and drums are beating, and flags are waving.

There are too many people, we can’t squeeze in, and the noise is so loud that we can’t have peace of mind.

Even from such a distance, my head hurts!”

“It couldn’t be anything but lively! Xiao Fengxian killed two dragons. Two dragons. Who wouldn’t want to watch?
Moreover, the two evil dragons are coming to harm Shudong and to massacre our Yingxiang Prefecture and Tianmen Town.

Now that he was killed by Xiao Fengxian in the Liusha River thousands of miles away, how can everyone not celebrate happily? “

Widow Huang was young, and the six years had passed without leaving any obvious marks on her.

It was just that Er Gouzi, who was held in her arms that year, was now holding her hand, sniffing his nose and sucking on the maltose in his hand. In the past, Widow Huang would not have held him like this. It was because San Gouzi from the Wang family next door had just been lost not long ago, and now there were so many people near the dock. She only had one son, so she was afraid!

“I heard that Xiao Fengxian wants to distribute dragon meat to the common people. I don’t know if it’s true.” The speaker was Grandpa Li’s granddaughter-in-law “Xiao Zhang”, who was holding a copper basin in her hand.

“Hehe, of the two demon dragons, one has already been divided up in Nanshan County. It’s the Black Demon Dragon King, also known as ‘Aotian Dragon Lord’.”

Uncle Li took a puff of his pipe and said with a smile, “The demon dragon originally wanted to come to Xishu to eat us, but now it has become a meal for us Xishu people. What is karma? This is karma!”

Sun Ergou from the soy sauce shop said, “This retribution came too quickly. The evil dragon hasn’t even started eating yet and we’ve already eaten him. Hahaha~~~”

“This retribution is not coming soon enough.” Aunt Zhang sighed, “The Black Dragon Demon King has been in Xishu for quite a few days, eating hundreds or thousands of people every day.

You have all been to Howling Wind Bay. The monsters there are as big as small hills and they eat people every day.

Hundreds of monsters ate the food, turning Fenghou Bay into a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Even an ordinary old woman like me saw countless ghosts howling in the water!
If it weren’t for Xiao Fengxian, I don’t know how many more people would have died.”

Widow Huang showed a look of fear, “Fenghou Bay has indeed become a hell on earth, with vengeful spirits and evil ghosts everywhere.

When we were dividing the meat, I brought Ergouzi with me.

The child had sharp eyes and he almost lost his soul.

Thanks to Taoist Yun Miao of Xianyun Temple who gave him two bowls of talisman water.

Master Chijura had been holding a memorial service there for several days with monks from Honengji Temple.

To this day, the river water still turns red and black smoke lingers on the river surface, all of which are the resentful souls who refused to give in.

It is hard to imagine how much evil those demons had done to leave behind such a hell on earth.”

“Don’t blame me for gossiping. Master Chijuro is certainly a great monk, but when it comes to saving the souls of the dead, we still have to rely on Xiao Fengxian!” Sun Ergou’s face was not worried at all, and his tone was full of confidence. “Just wait and see. When Xiao Fengxian comes back, Fenghou Bay will be calm immediately.”

Uncle Li exhaled smoke and said with emotion: “We relied on Xiao Fengxian to slay demons and monsters, and now we have to rely on Xiao Fengxian to save the souls of the dead. It’s all thanks to Xiao Fengxian’s sudden return to her hometown, and also because she cares about us old folks.

He had just returned and hadn’t even had time to drink a few sips of hot tea before he ran around eliminating evil spirits.

Without her, would Western Shu also become the “kingdom of fairies” as described by storytellers?
The whole country is full of monsters, and the demons are kings. The fierce tiger sits in the piano hall, and the wolf is the chief clerk. People are two-legged sheep, their meat is cooked for food and their skin is used as clothes. “

His granddaughter-in-law, Xiao Zhang, shuddered and said in a trembling voice, “No way? There are gods and immortals in heaven, Buddhas and Arhats in the West, and China in the East. How can we tolerate the demons turning against the heavens, eating humans and taking the devil as their king?”

“What Mr. Wei from Chunhui Building told me the other day, could it be wrong?” said Uncle Li.

“Is it the Chunhui Building on Xiaohe Street, the ‘Kuai Changchuan’?” Sun Ergou sneered and said, “He is a storyteller who always likes to brag about things without any limit.”

“Who is slandering me?” a loud shout came from under the dam.

Widow Huang walked over to take a look and said with a smile, “Where is Mr. Wei just now? Mr. Wei has come by himself.”

She shouted to the middle-aged scholar climbing the slope below, “Mr. Wei, are you here to share the dragon meat, or to see Xiao Fengxian?”

“If there is dragon meat, I would definitely like to taste it. I also want to see Fairy Yu’s peerless elegance.”

Mr. Wei is about forty-five or forty-six years old, has a small mustache on his chin, and is of medium build.

There was a lot of dust on his half-worn indigo gown and his slightly plump yellow face.

Although he said he wanted to taste dragon meat, he did not have any bowl or basin in his hands. Instead, he had a burlap bundle slung over his right shoulder, revealing a corner of a yellowed storybook with the spine roughly sewn with hemp thread.

After climbing up the river bank, Mr. Wei bowed to several fellow villagers and said to Sun Ergou with a smile, “Soy Sauce Sun, although I make a living by selling my tongue in a restaurant, I have never said anything big, right?”

Sun Ergou was caught talking about someone behind his back. He felt quite embarrassed and his rough face turned red.

But Mr. Wei’s call of “soy sauce grandson” made him angry.

“A few years ago, Xiao Fengxian hadn’t become a fairy yet! You lied that Xiao Fengxian had ascended to heaven in broad daylight and became the star master of heaven, saying that she would never come back.

Isn’t she back now?
I heard from Grandma Xue of the Wang family that Xiao Fengxian has not yet become a fairy.” He said with his neck stiff.

“Grandma Xue” refers to Xue Cui’er. “Grandma” is both a generational title and an identity.

Cui Er is not very old, but she does have grandchildren. Don’t the children of the first and second kings call her grandma?

Moreover, “Fairy of Thunder” is now well-known, and “Grandma” is also a respectful title.

There was no trace of embarrassment on Mr. Wei’s face.

He sat down against the tree trunk like them and said, “You also know that I am a storyteller. How can the stories in the book not have a grand ending?

My “Legend of Yu Fengxian” has a total of eighty chapters, and there should be a happy ending after the eightieth chapter.

Is this the end? Do you still want me to tell the diners, “To know what happens next, please wait a few years until you see Fairy Yu?”

Sun Ergou said, “I was just saying that you were exaggerating when you were telling stories. Isn’t the ‘Fairy Kingdom’ that Mr. Li mentioned just exaggerating?”

“What fairy kingdom?” asked Mr. Wei.

Uncle Li repeated the conversation between the two people just now.

Mr. Wei shook his head and sighed, “You are living in a blessed situation but don’t know how to appreciate it. You think you live in a peaceful world where humanity is flourishing, and the same is true for everyone in the world.

Not to mention anything else, don’t you know where Fairy Yu came from?

The imperial court has established counties in the Northern Wilderness for six or seven years. Do you know how many people have died there?

There is also the Black Dragon Demon King.

In the south, he commanded the more than 10,000-mile-long Quicksand River, and on both sides of the river there were human kingdoms like Western Shu and Ba.

You see, the Black Flood Demon King has only been in Shudong for a few days, and Fenghou Bay has become a demon’s den with thousands of resentful souls.

In the far south is the lair of the demon dragon. There are thousands of demon generals and tens of thousands of demon soldiers. How many people do they eat in a day?
If a real tiger sits in the piano hall, the wolf will be the chief clerk; lions and elephants will all be kings, and tigers and leopards will all be drivers.

Instead, it is a good thing that people there desire.

The reality is much worse.”

“It has become a kingdom of fairies. How can this be a good thing? How could it be worse?” the neighbors exclaimed.

Mr. Wei said: “The Fairy Kingdom has a king and officials, which means there are people in charge, laws and systems, and the fairies will not be allowed to do whatever they want. As two-legged sheep, we humans can at least have a way to survive.

Well, live like a sheep in the fold.

What’s worse is that there are no laws and the goblins act arbitrarily, eating whatever they want and killing whomever they want.

All the two-legged sheep were killed, no offspring were left, and the little two-legged sheep had no chance to grow up.”

Widow Huang shuddered. “This is too scary. Don’t the gods in heaven care about this?”

Mr. Wei sighed, “Even gods can’t beat demons! I heard that in the battle of the Flowing Sand River, Fairy Yu fought against three demon gods alone and cut off the 800-li Flowing Sand River, making the Weak Water Thousands of Feet High.

Nanshan County was thousands of miles away from the battlefield, yet it was hit by a flood. The Yaochi Lake in the 33rd Heaven was almost blown away by the strong wind.

At this point, Mr. Wei cleared his throat, shook his head and sang: “What a strong wind, the blue sky shook the Bullfighting Palace, and almost blew down the Senluo Palace. The five hundred Arhats were making a noise, and the eight Vajra were shouting together. The Queen Mother was on her way to the Peach Festival, and a gust of wind blew off her skirt and waist bracelet. Erlang lost his way in Guanzhou City, and Nezha had difficulty getting the sword in the box–“

“Stop, stop, stop!” He sang with great enthusiasm, and Sun couldn’t stand it anymore and interrupted him by shouting, “Look at you, you are blowing the trumpet again!

We are talking about Xiao Fengxian, whom everyone knows.

Not the ‘Star Lord Yu Fengxian’ in your ‘Legend of Yu Fengxian’!”

Now it was Mr. Wei’s turn to blush in embarrassment.

But he was also unconvinced, and said with his neck stiff, “I admit that this sounds like nonsense, but it is true.

The Queen Mother was hosting a Peach Banquet in the Yaochi Lake, and all the immortals and Buddhas were drinking happily when suddenly a strong wind overturned the tables and chairs and messed up their hair.

The strong wind came from the Flowing Sand River. It was Fairy Yu and the three demon gods performing magic in the river!”

“Who told you that?” Uncle Li asked in surprise.

He got along well with Mr. Wei and believed what he said.

“Mr. Zhai said that his ‘General Wulong’ appeared again.

General Wu Long also saw Fairy Yu pressing the Black Dragon Demon King into the Quicksand River, trying to extract his tendons and refine his soul!

If Fengdu Black and White Impermanence hadn’t come looking for her, Fairy Yu would have directly refined the Demon Dragon Soul into ashes.” Mr. Wei said.

“It turned out to be Mr. Zhai and General Wu Long.” The neighbors still had doubts in their hearts, but they no longer questioned Mr. Wei.

“Hey, Mr. Wei, are you bragging? Why don’t you ask Xiao Fengxian later?” Widow Huang clapped her hands and shouted, “Xiao Fengxian defeated the demon dragon herself. She must know more than anyone else.”

Mr. Wei was in high spirits and immediately said, “When you ask her, you must ask for details, don’t just ask whether the strong wind blew to the heaven.

Also, don’t just ask about the results, you must understand the process in between.”

“What are you doing? It sounds like an interrogation.” Widow Huang asked curiously.

Mr. Wei pulled the sackcloth bundle from under his armpit, took out the storybook, and said, “I want to continue writing “Legend of Yu Fengxian”, and I am now collecting materials everywhere!”

(End of this chapter)