Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Sermon
Sang Ling frowned and looked over. Zuo Qiuyu's face was filled with satisfaction at this moment, as if she had finally defeated Sang Ling's satisfaction. Fearing that Sang Ling would not believe her, she continued:
"Because I hate you, I know..."
"How much she hates you."
Sang Ling subconsciously looked towards the sedan chair of Saint Ciyu as it went away, and then looked at Zuo Qiuyu again.
She didn't know whether Zuo Qiuyu said these words deliberately to disturb her or if he really noticed something.
But when she was with the Saint of Ci Yu, she did not feel the slightest malice or dislike.
What finally made Sang Ling choose to ignore this information was that the Holy Maiden Ci Yu was the reincarnation of the God of Death.
The seven original gods paid the price of their lives for the three realms. Sang Ling always believed that humans are unable to understand the thoughts of gods, and that gods should benefit all living beings equally.
After Zuo Qiuyu finished saying what she wanted to say, she returned to Chunming Pavilion, while the sedan chair of Saint Ci Yu moved step by step towards the Demon Palace.
Naturally, she went to find Fu Yin. Perhaps this was the matter that Saint Ci Yu wanted to discuss with Fu Yin on the spirit boat that day.
However, it has nothing to do with her.
She just wanted to survive, so whether Saint Ciyu liked her or was annoyed by her, she didn't really care.
Sang Ling has been quite busy these past two days. The free stage in the outer city has been rearranged. During this period, she has been busy with other things and has not attended several Jiaotai banquets.
A few days ago, the tickets for the free stage were sold out. In order to prevent the reselling of free tickets, the only option was to expand the free stage again.
On the day of the performance, Sang Ling, Gou Qiu and a group of court officials arrived at the outer city early.
The outer city is quite different now, especially around the free stage. The originally dilapidated houses have been renovated, and there is a circle of newly built shops surrounding the curved stage.
It was early in the morning and wisps of smoke were wafting out of many houses not far away. The thin white smoke was swirling into the sky. The air was no longer filled with the empty and lifeless smell of the outer city, but a fresh and tenacious smell.
Gou Qiu, who had stayed in Chao City for a hundred years, was also a little stunned. These changes in the outer city were made with spirit stones, and the source of the spirit stones was Sang Ling. She originally wanted to persuade Sang Ling not to be so kind-hearted.
But looking at the outer city in front of her, she couldn't say it. This was a scene she had never seen in the hundred years in Chao City.
She actually felt a little warmth in this place called the Demon Realm.
Sang Ling glanced at Gou Qiu, thinking that she would persuade her again, but she didn't expect that she would remain silent in the end.
Of course Sang Ling didn't ask the reason, she was just enjoying her free time.
In fact, the reason is very simple. It was the fans of the demon world who kept her alive. The only thing she could give in return was spirit stones. When it comes to prolonging life, spirit stones are the most insignificant thing.
There is no shortage of spiritual stones in the inner city, but in the outer city, the spiritual stones and the human wishes that Sang Ling needs are the same, both of which are treasures for prolonging life.
She was not blindly throwing spirit stones into the outer city. First, the genius who helped produce the record had set up a production factory, and all the people employed there were people from outside the city. Now, with the increase in record sales, the record factory was also expanding.
Instead, they renovated some houses in the outer city and built a circle of shops around the stage. Those shops employed people from outside the city. Since the free stage would bring a large number of audiences, the audience would bring business. In addition to the monthly wages, the rest of the profits were all invested in the outer city.
As Sang Ling approached the free stage, several children from other cities ran over excitedly. They now had intact houses and jobs to support themselves. Compared to before, their lives were so good that they couldn't believe it.
When everything was ready, people started coming to the free stage. There were more people than the last free stage.
Sang Ling was ready, and when she looked back, she saw that Gou Qiu's expression was not good.
"What's wrong?"
Gou Qiu withdrew his gaze from under the stage, "The number of people is not right."
Sang Ling looked again and saw that the number of spectators had doubled compared to last time.
Gou Qiu said with certainty: "The audience is at least half less."
"half?"
Gou Qiu was very confident, "There are nearly 100,000 tickets given out for this stage, so the stage is bigger and the projection is bigger, but today, there are only four or five people at most. Something is wrong."
Sang Ling really wasn't as clear about the number of votes as Gou Qiu. Since Gou Qiu said so, there must be a problem.
Gou Qiu didn't stay any longer and went to find out the news anxiously.
The performance officially began. Sang Ling came on stage. The atmosphere was more lively than last time. She immersed herself in the stage and the atmosphere was enthusiastic both on and off the stage.
After Sang Ling's first performance, it was followed by performances by Hu Yanyan and other courtiers. Before Sang Ling's second stage was about to begin, Gou Qiu came back.
Gou Qiu looked serious, and rushed over and said, "I found the reason."
Sang Ling glanced sideways as she prepared to go on stage.
Gou Qiu said: "Saint Ciyu is preaching."
"Preaching?"
Gou Qiu explained to Sang Ling that as the reincarnation of a deceased god and a person of heaven, Saint Ci Yu naturally had a deeper understanding of the path of cultivation than others. She would often explain morality to all living beings and answer their questions, so there was the concept of preaching.
This was the first time that Saint Ci Yu preached in the Demon Realm, so naturally there were many monks who went to listen.
Gou Qiu stared at the audience with a solemn expression, "I'm afraid there are many people present who don't know that Saint Ciyu is preaching."
Sang Ling followed her gaze and saw that there were indeed audience members whispering to each other at the end of the venue, and then they gathered together and left.
Gou Qiu turned his eyes away and didn't want to watch anymore. "You shouldn't have a free stage. If the tickets have to be bought at a high price, these people will not want to leave because they have spent spirit stones."
Sang Ling just smiled and said, "The free stage is not for the number of audiences. Even if they all go to Saint Ciyu, it doesn't matter. The path of Taoism is the foundation of a cultivator's life, and stage music performances are just fun in life."
Gou Qiu was still indignant, as if he felt that the audience's departure was a betrayal to Sang Ling.
Sang Ling smiled and sighed, "Saint Ciyu's sermon, don't you want to go?"
Gou Qiu was silent, but any cultivator would be moved when hearing this news.
Sang Ling smiled at her and said to her before going on stage: "So, don't blame them."
The power of the monks is very strong. Standing on the stage, they can have a panoramic view of the huge audience venue. The audience dispersing at the end of the venue, and the fans who obviously knew that Saint Ciyu was preaching, were afraid to leave and let down Sang Ling.
Even though the audience was decreasing, there were still many fans staying in front of the stage.
Sang Ling did not perform immediately, but took out the amplifying spiritual device: "I heard that the Saint of Ciyu is preaching."
Hearing this, Gou Qiu couldn't help but glare at Sang Ling. By saying this, people who didn't know the news before now also knew about it. How many viewers could be retained?
Sang Ling did not share her worries, but continued, "I know some fans know the news, but they think I have never listened to the moral principles. In life, you must love yourself first and then love others. I hope that every time you encounter this kind of decision-making dilemma, you will love yourself first."
The fans below were all stunned. Even the ordinary audience who came just to see the stage because of the fame stopped and left.
They originally thought that Sang spoke in order to keep them.
What does it mean to love yourself first? This is a new conclusion for the demon world, because the demon world lacks love.
They were indeed wandering on the road with Sang Ling, but now Sang said that they should love themselves first and put their own needs first.
They didn't understand how to love themselves first, but they understood that Sang loved them.
The fans stopped and didn't want to leave. Sang didn't seem sad, but they were afraid that she would be sad.
Sang Ling on the stage waved her hand, "Chunming Pavilion's free stage will not only be this time, nor will it be the next time. Choose for something more precious."
The fans looked back every few steps, reluctant to leave.
Although Chunming Pavilion has a free stage, there is a gap of some days between each performance.
Sang Ling asked Gou Qiu and the others to go as well. It was a rare opportunity for Saint Ciyu to preach, so they naturally wanted to go.
Everyone slowly retreated, and the audience in the venue slowly cleared out, leaving only one person.
Sang Ling stood on the stage and watched the man's appearance change and return to his original appearance.
Lying down.
Sang Ling, who was about to step down, stopped.
She raised her chin and asked, "What are you doing here?" Fu Wei in the audience threw a black stone. It was a ticket for the free stage. In fact, the free stage did not require tickets. It was just to count the number of people and prepare for the stage. But the number was large, and there was no easier way to get it than with stones.
The stone spun in the air for a few circles and fell back into Fu Wei's palm. "Of course I came to watch the show."
Sang Ling ignored him and continued to walk down the stage, "I can't watch it today."
The audience had all left, so naturally there was no stage performance.
Fu Yan stood still, raised his lips and smiled, "Why, one spectator is not considered an audience?"
Sang Ling stopped and looked at him. According to Fu Ying's words, he really came to see the performance.
She waved her hand, not giving the Demon Lord any face at all: "I'm in a hurry to listen to the sermon of Saint Ciyu."
Since she came to the world of immortal cultivation, she has never slacked off in her cultivation. Her original body's extraordinary talent is known to all the three realms. If she is lazy and does not practice, wouldn't it tarnish her original body's reputation?
Furthermore, in this world of cultivating immortals, the only thing that can be relied upon is one’s cultivation.
For example, Fu Yan, didn't he rely on his cultivation to act recklessly?
Sang Ling touched his chest, and thinking of the blood talisman, he didn't want to look at Fu Yan even more.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped down from the stage, Fu Yan appeared in front of her out of nowhere in the blink of an eye.
"Her sermons are nothing good. It's better to listen to mine."
Sang Ling looked up suspiciously. She was indeed somewhat moved. Although Saint Ci Yu was the reincarnation of the God of Death, the Son of Heaven, her cultivation was far inferior to that of Fu Yin.
But she had something more to ask at this moment:
"I still don't understand why you came here today. Do you really want to preach to me?"
It was impossible that Fu Yan came just to watch the performance, and naturally it was impossible that he came to help her preach.
The only thing that was related to his abnormality.
There is only the Holy Lady of Ciyu.
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