Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 121 I Want to Write a Book for You

Pu Songling put down his phone, rubbed his dry eyes, and stretched lazily.

"Miss Su, I've read almost all of these novels."

"No way? There are at least tens of thousands of novels on a website, and you finished reading them so quickly."

"I've read a few chapters of each book, and they all seem to have the same basic principles."

"Oh? How come?" Su Jiahe was very curious about what Pu Songling would think of current online literature.

"For example, in those fantasy novels, various sects fight each other and exorcise demons, which are similar to "The Investiture of the Gods" and "Journey to the West," said Pu Songling.

"Indeed, modern fantasy has the shadow of ancient mythology." Su Jiahe affirmed.

"There's also a type of 'time travel literature' that seems to be about the resurrection of a dead body."

"Resurrection? Hmm... that's a pretty fitting description."

Su Jiahe suddenly remembered that a few months ago, when the three Ming emperors arrived, Zhu Di's soul possessed Zhu Youjian and was called "possessed by a ghost" by Zhu Yuanzhang.

I wonder how Zhu Di was doing during the Chongzhen period. I miss him a little.

"There's a novel about a person who's bound to some system that no one else can see, but only he can summon. Isn't that the 'family spirit'?"

"There are many novels where the protagonist has a 'space'. I thought it looked familiar. Then I thought, isn't this the Taoist's 'world in his sleeve'?"

"Hahahaha" After hearing Pu Songling's explanation, Su Jiahe laughed so hard that he fell over.

"Mr. Pu, believe it or not, I have both the system and the space."

"Oh? Could it be that these things really exist? Miss Su, don't lie to me." Pu Songling looked incredulous.

"Sir, what Sister Su said is true. Otherwise, guess how she brought you to three hundred years later?" He Shuangqing said from the side.

"So, Miss Su really has some magical powers. I wonder where these magical powers came from?" Pu Songling looked at Su Jiahe in surprise.

"This... just appeared suddenly. I don't know why it happened."

"Oh, that's a gift from heaven. It seems Miss Su is the chosen one." Pu Songling exclaimed in admiration, "Miss Su, can you let me see your dimension?"

"Sure." Su Jiahe thought about it and took Pu Songling into the storage ring.

The space was very empty, with only a few suitcases and backpacks placed in the corner.

"I was wondering why we didn't bring any gifts when we went on a long journey. It turns out they are here." Pu Songling suddenly realized.

"Indeed, with this space, it is much more convenient to go out."

Space is not bound by the principles of mechanics; people can move freely up, down, left, and right. Pu Songling stretched out his arms and moved freely in the space.

"Mr. Pu, please slow down and don't hurt your waist." Su Jiahe hurriedly chased after him.

After a while, Pu Songling had enough of the experience, and Su Jiahe took him out of the space.

"Miss Su, you possess magical powers and must have had extraordinary experiences. Can you tell me about them?" Although it was late at night, Pu Songling became more and more excited. After all, he had seen a living "immortal".

"Okay, this story started four months ago. It was an ordinary morning when I saw a man wearing a dragon robe downstairs..."

Su Jiahe began to tell the fantastic stories that had happened to him and the tourists since the binding system was established.

"Old man, Sister Su, why haven't you rested yet? I'm so sleepy." He Shuangqing, who usually goes to bed early and gets up early, yawned.

"Qingqing, you should rest now. You've already heard all of this." He Shuangqing went back to her room, and Su Jiahe continued chatting with Pu Songling until almost dawn, when they finally finished telling the story of what had happened over the past four months.

"Haha, it's really interesting, it's really interesting!" Pu Songling was immersed in the story told by Su Jiahe and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

"Miss Su, I want to write your experiences into a book. What do you think?"

"Ah? Mr. Pu wants to write a book for me?" Su Jiahe was stunned. "Okay then, thank you."

Su Jiahe went back to his room to rest for a while, and then it was daybreak. The group went to the station and rushed to Qingdao, where Laoshan is located.

Laoshan is adjacent to the East China Sea. The white mist coming from the sea lingers among the mountains, like a fairyland.

"I don't know if my old bones can still climb up." Pu Songling stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the mountain peak in the distance.

"Mr. Pu, you can take the cable car now."

The three of them sat in the cable car, taking in the panoramic mountain scenery. It was late autumn, and the trees were half green and half yellow, contrasting with the azure sea in the distance, like a painting with rich colors.

"Mr. Pu, I remember there is a story in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, it's about the Taoist priest of Mount Laoshan." He Shuangqing suddenly said.

"What did the Taoist priest from Mount Laoshan talk about? I haven't seen it." Su Jiahe's curiosity was aroused.

"I remember it was about a scholar named Wang who went to Mount Laoshan to learn Taoism. The Taoist taught him the art of walking through walls, but when he returned home, the art didn't work and he even got a bump on his head."

"Miss He remembers it very clearly. This is what the Taoist priest from Mount Laoshan said." Pu Songling nodded.

"Isn't that Taoist priest from Laoshan playing tricks on people?" Su Jiahe said.

"But that scholar Wang was unwilling to endure hardships and was eager for success, so the Taoist used the wall-walking technique to fool him. It can be considered as a lesson for him." He Shuangqing expressed a different opinion.

Su Jiahe was stunned for a moment, then let out a long sigh.

"Sister Su, why are you sighing suddenly?"

"When I was taking the CET-4 exam in college, I was afraid I wouldn't pass, so I believed a small advertisement on campus and pooled my money with my classmates to buy a secret test paper with predicted exam questions. The seller promised a refund, but once I got the test paper, I realized I had been scammed."

"I had no income during school, and I even ate dry buns for a month just to buy exam papers. Oh, when I think about my past, I was so stupid. As expected, if you want to take shortcuts, you must be cheated."

"Sister Su, don't blame yourself. Every failure makes you wiser. Just think of the money as buying medicine for a liar." He Shuangqing hurriedly comforted Su Jiahe.

Pu Songling turned his face away and smiled secretly with his hand covering his mouth.

"There are countless greedy, angry, and foolish people in this world. It's rare and precious that Miss Su can reflect on herself."

After a while, the cable car arrived at its destination. The three of them got off and walked a little further before reaching the top of the mountain. An arch bridge connected the two highest peaks.

Standing on the bridge and gazing into the distance, one can see rolling hills, drifting white clouds, and an ancient temple nestled among the lush greenery in the distance. Pu Songling, inspired by this scene, recited aloud.

"A visitor returns to the mountains in autumn, his worldly attire making the birds wonder. Crossing the ridge, he worries about the distance to the monastery, only to find the temple gate open once he enters the forest."

After reciting four lines, Pu Songling stopped, as if he had not yet thought of the next line.

"Flowers are nowhere to be found, filling the valley with fragrance; trees are unknown, forming piles of green. The scenery remains the same, but the people are half different. Every time I climb up, I look out and linger."

He Shuangqing thought for a moment and then chanted four more lines to complete the regulated verse.

After hearing He Shuangqing's sequel, Pu Songling was greatly surprised.

"Oh, I didn't expect Miss He to be so talented."