Great Tang’s God-level Storyteller
32 Painted skin for everything

Dong Er

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Li Yi was completely unaware of this.

The next day, Li Yi slept in again and only woke up at noon.

After washing up and having breakfast, Li Yi paid the bill and left the inn.

"I still have to tell the story today. Otherwise, I will waste four hours a day. The exchange price for other stories in the Exchange Mall is not cheap.”

Under the warm sunlight, Li Yi walked on the busy street. He looked at the pedestrians on the street and thought to himself.

However, he had nowhere to go for the time being.

In any case, with the experience of the Drunken Sky Restaurant, he would not go to those restaurants and inns and the like.

Li Yi did not have a goal, nor did he look at the road. He just walked around randomly.

After walking for about an hour, they arrived at the end of Vermilion Bird Avenue. There were very few pedestrians in front of them. If they continued walking, they would enter the Xuanwu Gate of the Imperial City.

There were already elite soldiers in armor and holding sharp weapons in front of him. Li Yi knew that he could not go any further, so he turned around and returned.

After walking for less than 500 meters, the number of pedestrians in front of them gradually increased. There were all kinds of small vendors on both sides of the street.

Li Yi noticed that on his left, at the corner of a crossroad, there was a long banner with the words " The iron mouth is broken " written on it. In front of the banner was a long four-cornered table. On the table were long lots, life books, and other fortune telling items.

The owner of the fortune-telling stall was a middle-aged Taoist priest in his thirties. He was wearing an apricot yellow Daoist robe, had a high forehead, was thin, had long hair, and looked like an immortal.

Li Yi stood there and observed for 25 minutes, but he did not see anyone coming to the fortune-telling stall to ask the middle-aged Taoist priest for a fortune-telling.

This was normal. After all, the older the Taoist priest, the more popular he was. Although the Taoist priest in front of him looked good, he was too young. Ordinary people would probably not believe him.

In the end, Li Yi walked up to the middle-aged Taoist priest and cupped his hands.""Daoist Priest, you don't have much business. I'll give you money. How about you give up your fortune-telling stall?”

The middle-aged Taoist priest, who had been lowering his head, raised his head when he heard this. When he saw that Li Yi seemed to be a monk, he immediately asked in surprise,""Oh? You want my fortune-telling stall?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes flashed with interest.""What do you want my fortune-telling stall for?”

"I'm telling a story," Li Yi told the truth.

The middle-aged Daoist looked at Li Yi. He had never seen a monk who knew how to tell stories. The middle-aged Daoist suddenly smiled and said,"That's right. My fortune-telling stall is here. Since there's no business here, I'll exchange it for money and sell it to you.”

When Li Yi heard the middle-aged Taoist priest agree, he immediately took out the only money he had left and handed it to the middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his left hand and felt that the money was just right. He cleaned up the lot pot and life book on the table, stood up, and walked out from behind the fortune-telling table."Alright, the money is just right. This fortune-telling stall is now yours.”

Li Yi didn't say anything. He just nodded and walked behind the fortune-telling table.

Then, Li Yi was stunned. He was thinking about what story he should tell.

"I can't talk about 'Journey to the West'. Even if there are people here who are willing to listen to my storytelling, most of them have never heard the story before' Journey to the West'. The only thing I can say is that I just exchanged for Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.”

Li Yi thought for a moment and made a decision.

Then, he recalled the contents of the first volume of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. He found one of the stories that he was most familiar with and began to tell it.

"The story I'm about to tell is called 'Painted Skull'.”

"Wang Sheng from Taiyuan got up early in the morning and was on his way. He met a woman who was running alone on the road with a bag in her arms. She looked very tired. Wang Sheng hurried over to take a look. It was a beautiful woman in her teens. Wang Sheng admired her very much and asked,""Why are you traveling alone before dawn?”The woman said,"You're a walking person. You can't relieve others 'worries. Why are you asking me?"”……”

The middle-aged Taoist priest did not leave after receiving the money from Li Yi.

Since he had nothing else to do, he stood beside the fortune-telling stall and decided to listen to what kind of story the little monk in front of him would tell.

When he first heard Li Yi say that the story was called " Painted Skin," he was a little curious about the name of the story.

However, when he heard Li Yi's story, a scholar appeared. On the way, he met a young and beautiful woman. Then, because he pitied the woman's tragic background, he brought her home.

"It's another boring story about a scholar and a woman. I thought that the little monk I met today was an interesting person, but it seems that I was overthinking.”

As he was thinking, the middle-aged Taoist priest lifted his foot and was about to turn around and leave.

However, he did not expect that Li Yi's story would take a surprising turn at this moment.

"One day, Wang Sheng happened to meet a Taoist priest in the market. When the Taoist priest saw Wang Sheng, he was shocked and asked,""What did you encounter?" "Nothing," replied Wang Sheng.”The Taoist priest said,"You are surrounded by evil qi. How can you say that you don't have it?"”……。”

The middle-aged Taoist priest immediately put down his right foot and turned around to continue listening.

Hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest realized that he was wrong.

He was completely wrong.

Because in the end, that beautiful woman was actually a ghost in human skin.

The middle-aged Taoist priest thought, This is not a vulgar story of an ordinary scholar and a beautiful woman, but a ghost story with Taoist priests, ghosts, and ordinary people.”

Finally, Li Yi's story piqued the middle-aged Taoist priest's interest.

Furthermore, during this process, Li Yi's godly talent storytelling skill, Lotus Blossoming Tongue, began to take effect.

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