Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 46
On the big stage of the Obon Festival, singing begins on the [-]th and ends on the [-]th, a total of three days and three nights.

The three nights are the thirteenth night, the fourteenth night, the fifteenth night, after the fifteenth night, the gate of ghosts is closed, and the Obon Festival is over, but the stage still has to sing until dawn, welcome and see off the ghosts, return to the underworld, and end this journey satisfactorily .

Among the three nights, the most dangerous is the fifteen nights.

This is easy to understand. Come on the thirteenth night, have fun on the fourteenth night, and leave on the fifteenth night. If you were the ghosts of the underworld, which night would you choose to make trouble?
It must be the last fifteen nights to go. There are many beauties in the yang world, and there are strangers offering sacrifices. How can the ghosts who finally returned to the yang world be willing to return to the eerie hell again?

Ghosts are ghosts after death, mentally incomplete and incomplete, easily distorted by various influences, becoming extreme, cruel, crazy, from ordinary ghosts and souls to brutal evil ghosts, completely lost self.

Fifteen nights' return to hell is a great stimulus and influence for these ghosts who have re-experienced the beauty of the yang world. Some yin spirits can't think about it, they are greedy for the yang world, and they are afraid of returning to the underworld. It is normal for them to twist into evil ghosts under extreme conditions. things.

Therefore, the Fifteenth Night is the most dangerous night among the three nights. Most of the ghostly things that happened in previous years, and the rumors of evil spirits are also mostly on this night.

The most dangerous part of this night is Zishi, because Zishi is both the end and the beginning. After midnight, all the ghosts will leave and return to the underworld. The Zishi performance is the last show they can watch. Satisfied, they may take away the people on stage, even if they are satisfied, they may take people away.

No satisfaction, no dissatisfaction!
Either good or bad, just right for the joints.

This metric is difficult to grasp.

Therefore, every year on the [-]th night of the Obon Festival, some entertainers disappear without reason, ranging from one or two people to five or six people at most.

According to the news from Shi Qian, this kind of thing happened more than once, especially in recent years, but it was suppressed by various families, so there were no rumors in the market, even the owner of Goulan Fangting like Meng Shimei didn't know.

In previous years, the show at the fifteenth night was basically contracted to the Zhou family troupe, because Zhou Dahai didn't care about the lives of his subordinates at all. The Zhou family troupe contracted to him, the Zhou family troupe will sing this big play, and send all the ghosts away respectfully.

But now that Zhou Dahai is dead, and the Zhou family's troupe has dispersed, and no troupe is willing to take care of Shiwuye, they throw this hot potato to Su Wen, who has risen to fame and is in the limelight.

So there is really only naked hatred between colleagues.

Although Su Wen can also operate, he doesn't necessarily have to go to the midnight show, or even participate in the big stage of the Obon Festival, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still suppressed this idea.

First of all, he didn't want to expose too much and attract attention, especially recently, when the undercurrent was surging.

Secondly, some things, some things, it’s good to get in touch with them, maybe we can open up a new market.

So, Su Wen took over this task, and Ziye came on stage to tell ghost stories.

……

On the fifteenth night of the Zhongyuan Festival, the sky was dark and the night was quiet, and the big stage in Zhongjie Street was full of gongs and drums.

One after another, after you sing, come and I will go on stage, time flies and flies, and it is Zishi in a blink of an eye.

In the middle of the night, the artists who sang in the last show had already left.

The two assistants carried Su Wen's desk and chair onto the stage, and then retreated as if fleeing, not daring to stay any longer.

Everyone retreated and retreated backstage to avoid, leaving the huge stage to Su Wen alone.

Su Wen, however, was not afraid at all. He went on the stage alone, came to the table, and bowed his hands to the audience: "Everyone, Su Wen, the inferior, is on the stage tonight, and I will tell you about the strange case of ancient and modern times, and the legend of Qingtian. !"

"..."

"..."

"..."

There was silence under the stage, and there was no half echo.

This is a matter of course. There are hundreds of banquet tables in the audience, and the seats are all empty, and no one can be seen. Who is going to applaud Su Wen?

It is normal if there is no response, and it is scary if someone responds.

"it is good!"

In the silence, there was a sudden applause.

But it's not some ghost making a sound, but...

"Okay, good wine!"

I saw Taoist priest Zhang Zhou sitting at the front of the stage, taking a sip of wine happily, then raised his eyes to Su Wen, and said with a smile: "Boy Su, don't you want to talk about your Water Margin this time?"

Su Wen also smiled, and replied: "That's right, let's talk about the public case tonight."

"Kanju?"

"It's interesting!"

As the only audience in the audience, Taoist Zhang Zhou consciously raised his hand and asked, "Which public case?"

"That's why I ask everyone in the audience to listen quietly."

Su Wen answered with a smile, and Xing Mu patted it: "The dragon pattern of Bao Gong in the Great Song Dynasty—the uncle of the country!"

"Da Song?"

Taoist Zhang Zhou's eyes were fixed, and he keenly grasped the key point: "What Song Dynasty?"

Su Wen smiled: "The dynasty of empty words, the matter of falsehood, once you hear it, don't take it seriously."

"Oh?"

Zhang Zhou twirled his beard, savored the words carefully, then burst out laughing, stroked his palms and said, "Okay, what a dynasty of lies, what a lie, let's talk about it, how about the Great Song Dynasty!"

Su Wen shook his head, did not answer this sentence, and said directly: "It is said that in the past, there was a dynasty that founded the country, the name of the country was Song, the Zhao family Jiangshan, and passed down to the four emperors, it was Renzong.

When Renzong was in power, the country was stable and the country was stable.

However, there are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have misfortunes and blessings. Under the rule of the Song Dynasty, there was a state capital named Chenzhou. It suffered from natural disasters. There was a three-year drought, and there was no harvest. The barren land was thousands of miles away. , Yizi and eat! "

The last four words are an understatement and shocking.

"..."

People like Taoist Zhang Zhou were speechless for a long time after hearing this, and finally only took a sip of wine for themselves.

"Amitabha!"

At the same time, the Buddha's name was recited, and the monk Yunzhen, who was dressed in white, went back and forth, found a seat and sat down, between Taoist priest Zhang Zhou and Fan Rui.

There were only these three audiences in the audience.

Su Wen didn't care about it either, and continued: "The catastrophe in Chenzhou spread to Beijing, shaking the government and the people. Emperor Renzong issued an order to release food quickly to relieve the victims."

"Disaster relief?"

Taoist Zhang Zhou smiled: "Have you given any money?"

Su Wen ignored him, and said to himself: "After the imperial decree was issued, within three months, the disaster reports and disasters have gradually decreased. Seeing this, Renzong felt at ease."

"Humph!"

Hearing this, Taoist Zhang Zhou sneered again, without saying anything.

Su Wen also went on to say: "I thought this matter would be over, but I didn't expect that one day, when Emperor Renzong and all the officials were here, someone came forward to ask for an order to go to Chenzhou to investigate the disaster situation and investigate the relief funds. where to go!"

"Oh?"

Taoist Zhang Zhou responded in unison: "Who is this person?"

Su Wen said with a smile: "Renzong saw that the man's face was as black as coal, his eyes shot cold stars, his forehead was in the middle of his eyebrows, and in a moon record, under the python robe and court clothes, he had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his ape's arms were strong. Cheng, governor of Kaifeng, direct scholar of Longtu Pavilion——Bao Zheng!"

(End of this chapter)