I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 103 Listening to the Opera in the Drum Tower (Fourth update, today’s [-]-word update was achieved)

Under the Drum Tower, there is a very distinctive three-story teahouse.

The teahouse is a building from the Republic of China period.

It is a wooden structure with three floors and a garden behind it. It used to be a theater troupe.

The side of the teahouse facing the street has a normal window shape, while the side facing the inner garden is just a simple guardrail.

It is convenient for guests to drink tea and watch a show.

This place was not open in the past.

A sign for the Central China District Henan Opera Research Association hangs at the door.

Occasionally, people passing by would just take a glance and not notice this small building. Most of the surrounding areas were one-story tile-roofed houses, so that the neighbors on the street only knew that this was a tea house, but few people had ever entered it.

But when tourists pass by today, they will pick up their mobile phones to take a photo from time to time.

Above the vermilion door, two bright red lanterns hang.

Through the window, you can see the lights inside.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear bursts of opera sounds.

Someone wanted to go in and take a look, but was stopped at the door, saying that the place was not open to the public.

The theater was full of guests and friends, and the song was Henan Opera [Crossing Youzhou]

Just listen to the singing, reciting and making, and the sound is clear, loud and high-pitched.

"After beating the three drums, the mountain shook and the earth shook. With great power, I sit down, my Lord of the Golden Sword..."

While they were walking around on the stage, the applause from the audience was sparse, and more people were looking at the teahouse behind them from time to time.

It was as if the play in the teahouse behind him was far more exciting than what was happening on this stage.

"Senior brother, are you really not going to fight?"

A young man looked at the teahouse behind him worriedly. After all, their master was already so old. If a fight broke out, they were really afraid that their master would get excited and send them away first.

"No, don't worry. People from the company are here. Even if the mediation fails, it won't reach the point of a fight. Aren't the five elders of Central China also on there? If there is a fight, the five elders are still here, and the old Taoist priest can't even lift it. What kind of storm?"

"This……"

The young man wanted to say that he heard that Taoist Miaozhen was not a good person either.

It can be seen that my senior brother is so confident, and the five elders of Central China are here, so he is worried.

It's true if you think about it carefully. If others don't tell you, the ghost master known as the old ghost on the grave is the leader of the four minor vaginas.

The so-called vagina is the executioner's knife, the widow's work is visible, the papermaker's craftsmanship, and the cobbler's needlework.

Today, these industries have long since disappeared.

But has it really disappeared?

Not necessarily, the executioner must have disappeared.

But the other three companies switched to other businesses, or used another method to preserve and carry forward their own heritage.

For example, there was originally a third local leather shop, two of which have disappeared, but the other has opened a leather goods repair shop, which is said to specialize in repairing luxury leather goods.

It is said that the repair of famous brand backpacks, high-end sofas, and even convertibles of some luxury coupes has become prosperous and famous in the industry by relying on the skills passed down from ancestors.

Not to mention the skills of making paper people, I started to change my career to making handicrafts.

It is said that the effect is very good. Not only has it been awarded the title of national cultural heritage, I heard that the descendants have also done business abroad and transformed it into a work of art.

Most of them changed careers and became forensic doctors, or went to funeral parlors and worked as groomers for others.

In short, times are changing, and craftsmanship is also changing. If you cannot adapt, it will be like the executioner's profession, which will completely disappear in the long river of history.

And Master Gui is the only master who retains the strengths of the four families and is proficient in the secrets of the four families.

It is said that he opened a cemetery by himself.

This old man's strength is also unfathomable. He is a senior consultant hired by the company and one of the main persons in charge of Central China.

In their hearts, this is the top existence in the alien circle.

Who dares not to give Mr. Gui face? Mr. Gui has many ways to make him uneasy for the rest of his life.

However, these young people did not know that at this moment, the tall ghost master in their hearts was carefully delivering the tea to Taoist Miaozhen: "Senior, this is the tea I grew myself. Please try it."

Taoist Miaozhen glanced at the tea leaves in the tea cup, and just stretched out his index and middle fingers to push the tea cup aside.

"I don't drink tea, I like drinking wine."

Everyone looked at each other, including the person in charge of the company, looking embarrassed.

The teahouse was set up today just to solve the problem. You just came to the teahouse to drink. This is to make it clear that I am here to find trouble, not to chat with you.

Mr. Gui put down the tea cup with an embarrassed look on his face.

Looking at Mr. Gong and the group of elderly people, he felt aggrieved and wanted to curse. They all said they didn't want to get involved in this matter, but in the end they were forced to get involved.

"Hey, everyone is buried up to their necks in dirt. There are any old grievances that we can't sit down and talk about."

Master Gui sighed and tried to break the deadlock.

As a result, Taoist Miaozhen glanced at him: "No, Taoist, I can live for another 20 years. You are the ones buried in the neck. I look at your face. Dealing with ghosts every day has made your luck worse." If you fail, you will be defeated in less than three years, so prepare for your funeral as soon as possible."

The muscles at the corners of Guiye's mouth twitched a few times.

However, he also knew that these words were not simply mocking himself. He also had a premonition that his body might not last a few years, but he did not expect that he would only have three years left.

"Miaozhen, you've gone too far!" An old man slapped the table and angrily pointed at Taoist Miaozhen and yelled.

"Excessive?" Taoist Miaozhen glanced at him: "You have three months left, at most until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and eating moon cakes is enough."

The old man's face suddenly turned pale when he heard this.

Immediately, Taoist Miaozhen glanced at the faces of the old guys present, and sneered: "In terms of means, you are not as good as me, in terms of health, you are even worse than me, in terms of disciples..."

Having said this, Taoist Miaozhen's eyes suddenly became sharp: "You are still not as good as me!"

Now everyone was speechless.

I want to retort, but I open my mouth, but I don’t know what to say.

Or simply not waiting for them to speak, Miaozhen just said: "You are going to die, there are only a few days left, go home and prepare for the funeral."

In just one sentence, even if they had seen many people in strong winds and waves, they couldn't help but feel flustered.

They knew that what Miaozhen said was definitely not a lie. After all, when it comes to Feng Shui, Taoist spells, and cultivation skills, none of the people here might be the opponent of this experienced Taoist.

If you die at the third watch, you won't be able to survive the fifth watch.

This made the old people behind who still wanted to talk no longer dare to speak rashly.

What people say when they are old and have had enough life is pure bullshit.

Those are the comforts ordinary people give themselves. When they get old and get sick, the medicine they take is more expensive than the food they eat. They can only comfort themselves with this sentence.

And these old people here are not only the heads of the family, but also have rich families. If you let them say that they have had enough life, that is hell.

"Taoist priest, the company also hopes that everyone can talk calmly. It has been so many years and times have changed. We don't want to make too much trouble about many things. Our company can also help you complete your request. "

The person in charge of Central China District personally brought a cup of tea to Taoist Miaozhen.

"Request? What request? I only have one request to rehabilitate my disciple Meng Xingliang, chant sutras for his salvation, and let him enter reincarnation early. If you agree, you agree, and if you don't agree, you agree.

Otherwise, starting tomorrow, I will do nothing but take a shovel, dig a few times east and west on your ancestral graves, plant some vegetables, and pick a few flowers. You don’t mind, oh, it’s not illegal, right? . "

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces turned dark.

The person in charge of the Central China District was asked and felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. This question was not easy to answer.

"This...seems...not illegal, but immoral."

After all, it wasn't tomb robbing, but someone just loosened the soil and picked some grass. It really can't be said that someone broke the law.

But everyone knows how terrifying Taoist Miaozhen’s Feng Shui skills are.

He was the one who set up the Feng Shui formation at the door of Qi's house, and finally gave up only when his family was ruined and everyone was killed.

It would be more practical to ask him to dig up his ancestors and put a shovel on their heads than to break ground on his ancestral graves.

"My disciple is miserable. His dead bones are still buried under the Taoist temple. Are you talking about morality with me now? Even if I am immoral, what can you do to me?"

Miaozhen said, pushing the tea cup aside on the table.

Now even the person in charge of the Central China District company could only stand aside with his head lowered.

The grave old ghost even gave her a special look: "I told you not to get involved, but if you still don't listen, aren't you banging your head against the wall?"

For a moment, all eyes were focused on the old man of the Gong family.

This old man is sweating on his forehead right now.

During the stalemate, Miaozhen didn't seem to be in any hurry. He stared at the old man of the Gong family with joking eyes to see how long he could hold on.

"Buzz..."

At this moment, a cell phone rang.

Everyone looked sideways, and it was Mr. Xu's cell phone that rang.

The old man took out his mobile phone and quickly waved his hand: "Sorry, I'm going to take a call."

As he said that, he picked up his phone and walked downstairs.

As soon as he left, the others began to sit still.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'll go too soon."

One after another, people began to leave the table, and every figure who left was a straw that weighed on the Gong family.

Mr. Gong took a deep breath, he was still waiting.

Because he knew that this scene was not over yet.

As if aware of Old Man Gong's thoughts, Taoist Miao Zhen unconsciously raised a smile: "I know what you are waiting for, and I also know who is helping you behind the scenes, but I have to say that he will not survive tonight. "

"I do not understand what you're saying."

"Forget it if you don't understand. People are doing it, and God is watching. It's something that has been destined for a long time. We ascetics are just following nature and following the destiny."

After finishing speaking, the old Taoist counted his fingers for a moment and raised his brows slightly: "It's almost time. Just wait, the sun will come out soon..."

　It will be available next Monday.

　　It was supposed to be on the shelves tomorrow, but I really didn’t save the manuscript.

　　You guys have squeezed everything dry. Where can I find the manuscripts that have been put on the shelves?

　　So on Saturday and Sunday, I need to save the manuscript and update it normally.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)