Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 599
"According to the ancient saying, they are indeed hard-working people.

But these people are not living people themselves. "

Ye Feng frowned and said, "This is a dead troupe."

"Or, it has been dead for many years." Zhuge Ming continued, "How to do it?
Wait and see, or do it now? "

"If you do it now, how do you prove that they are all dead?" Ye Feng shrugged, "We'll talk about it when something happens."

Zhuge Ming nodded, "It seems that you are quite scared by the rules of the world! You have to think a little bit about catching ghosts and subduing demons."

"Because I don't want to eat Wowotou." Ye Feng said, then looked far away and carefully observed the situation there.

The stage had just been set up, and it even said "Congratulations to Master Ji's [-]th birthday" on it. It seemed that the big family in this village had a happy event for the old man in the family.

"It's about to break the stage." Zhuge Ming looked at the stage and said.

"Brother Tianshi, what is broken platform?" Si Han kept asking like a curious baby.

She was very interested in the human world, but after living in the city for a while, she became even more curious about the things in this country.

Anyway, waiting for something to happen there, Ye Feng simply explained:

"The so-called broken stage refers to the stage for theatrical performances such as newly built theaters, theaters, guild halls, temple platforms, etc., and the sacrificial ceremony held by the troupe for the first performance here.

People in the theater industry call the stage facing south, the stage facing east is called "balcony", the stage facing north is called "Yintai", and the stage facing west is called "Baihutai". As the saying goes, "If you want to make a fortune, you should avoid Baihutai". .

Therefore, all "Baihutai" with its entrance facing west must "break the stage" before it can perform, otherwise it will cause disasters and quarrels for no reason.

There are different forms of breaking the stage, and some are relatively simple, just hang a red beard on the backstage wall, which means to represent the judge, so as to ward off evil spirits and disasters.

To be more complicated, a dan role should play the "female ghost", drive the "female ghost" away, kill a rooster, scatter the chicken blood around the stage, and then firecrackers will be fired, and the stage will be broken.

When the stage is broken, the actors are not allowed to speak, and they have a cinnabar bag in their mouths, which is said to avoid attracting ghosts..."

"Ye Feng, what you said is conventional." Zhuge Ming frowned and said, "This troupe's way of breaking the stage is quite different, take a look."

In fact, outsiders must avoid the process of breaking the stage, otherwise it will cause troubles to ghosts and gods, and it will easily attract ghosts.

Because most of the dramas were partly about life and death between ghosts and gods, people at that time were superstitious that performing such dramas too much would provoke their upper bodies, so when reincarnated as ghosts and gods with makeup, they had to offer incense and kowtow, and the bystanders were not allowed to be present.

Most of these villagers also knew the rules, and at the same time they were afraid of ghosts and gods, so they all turned their backs obediently, and some of them were timid and even went home first.

Ye Feng and Zhuge Ming naturally don't care about these things, they have seen real ghosts and gods, and there is no need to be afraid of these folk customs.

Ye Feng saw that after they slaughtered a rooster, instead of spilling the blood on the backstage or on the ground, he picked it up, pointed his mouth at the rooster's neck, and gulped down the rooster's blood.

After drinking, two of them rolled up their sleeves, cut their own wrists, and spilled their own blood on the ground. The blood of the two of them was as thick as meat sauce.

Then after a few people came up and finished cleaning, they shouted that the stage was broken, and it was considered over, and the villagers surrounded them with a huff.

"This is not a broken platform." Ye Feng laughed dumbly, "They have been dead for a long time, and their blood has already froze. Drinking rooster blood can stimulate blood flow, otherwise their bodies will be stiff and unable to move."

Zhuge Ming also agreed, "It seems that this group of people are not good at coming, but they are very good at doing this."

"They are Aojia's troupe." Aojialin said suddenly.

"what?"

"You two, just wait and see." Ao Jialin said helplessly, without explaining too much.

A lot of people have gathered below, old and young, like a festival.

This is true, the roads are not even accessible here, and the signal is estimated to be unreachable, and there are no entertainment programs throughout the year. The wife and children are hot on the kang all year round, so they can listen to operas, which is a very luxurious enjoyment of spiritual appetite.

The first one is Chang Xiangyu's famous section - Xuanhong.

Ye Feng doesn't have much research on Henan Opera. Although he doesn't know what it is singing, it sounds pleasant to the ear, crisp and pleasant. The singers seem to have a bit of charm. It seems that these dead bodies should be specially made for this during their lifetime.

Shout out to those who understand or not understand the following.

Listening to the play, that is, to have fun.

But the people below are really too enthusiastic and lively.

Now the people in the audience are already a little excited, and a few people started to imitate the tone of the people on the stage and began to sing. At first, they just hummed in a low voice, but later their voices became louder and louder, and some even added movements. There was a commotion.

Several people imitated the singing and actions of the characters on the stage, and the distribution was very even. The men imitated the men, the women imitated the women, and some imitated the erhu and drumming on the stage. The play, the audience is also a play.

Ye Feng looked up at the sky, there was no cloudy sky, but he couldn't see the moon, only the stars twinkling non-stop.

"What's the number today."

"Fifteen." Zhuge Ming, as the descendant of Qimen Dunjia, pays close attention to changes in the sky.

"But there is no moon." Ye Feng responded.

"Cover the eyes of the sky." Zhuge Ming said.

"It seems that these people are interesting." Ye Feng murmured.

The appearance of those people seemed to be a little abnormal. They opened their protruding eyeballs, opened their drooling mouths, and waved their hands wildly in mid-air, as if suffering from hysteria.

Ye Feng looked at Ao Jialin, "Seizing Soul?"

"That's right." Ao Jialin nodded with a wry smile, "Through the way of dead people singing operas, the souls of these people are taken away, and the dead bodies are eaten by the family, and the souls are eaten ruthlessly.

When my father met my mother, he also met with this group of dead theater troupes.

After falling in love at first sight, my mother's life was saved, and then my mother didn't even mind my father's identity as the Aojia family, and went to the Aojia cave with him.

It's just that I didn't expect that my father still indirectly killed my mother..."

Speaking of this, Ao Jialin was very depressed.

"That is to say, there are Ao family members in this troupe?"

"That's right, the class leader should be the Ao family." Ao Jialin said with certainty.

"It's time to act. If it's too late, I'm afraid the souls of these villagers will be lost." Zhuge Ming frowned.

"You go to the head of the class, I will stabilize the soul." Ye Feng said.

Zhuge Ming nodded and rushed down quickly. Ye Feng asked Si Han and Ao Jialin to follow him to the middle of the village.

These singing and interacting people acted as if they didn't see Ye Feng at all, and sang on their own, but the old man and a few young people on the Eight Immortals table at the front panicked and shouted loudly not to sing, not to dance .

But to no avail.

"Are you the Ji family?" Ye Feng asked.

The old man is hale and hearty, although he is 70 years old, he is still very tough, and he has a faint sense of morality, so he should be regarded as a yin pedestrian.

Seeing Ye Feng's extraordinary appearance, Mr. Ji asked, "May I ask you..."

"Maoshan Tianshi Ye Feng." Ye Feng pointed to the troupe on the stage: "Who invited this?"

"This... This is the theater troupe bestowed upon us by the gods! It's my [-]th birthday, so I came here to celebrate my birthday..." Mr. Ji replied.

"Shenjun?" Ye Feng pondered.

"What the nearby villages call the Ao family." Ao Jialin said softly.

"..." These demons and ghosts just like to put gold on their faces.

Ye Feng didn't worry too much, "You also know something about Yin Xing, right? Did you find something wrong with this troupe?"

"I found it... Celestial Master, you must save us!" The old man Ji fell to his knees when he heard that Ye Feng was a Celestial Master.

"Dad! What are you doing!" A middle-aged man in his forties next to him said anxiously, "Why did you kneel down for this brat!"

"Grandpa, you are so confused! This kid is about my age, why did you kneel down for him!" A young man in his twenties hurriedly helped the old man up.

"Hey, boy, where did you come from! This is Shenjun's troupe, how can you insult me! Hurry up and go back wherever you came from, these are old operas, and they sing along because they like operas. What are you? thing!"

"That's right, hurry up and get out of here, don't disturb my grandpa's elegant mood!" The two father and son said to Ye Feng as if they were singing together.

Ye Feng frowned, what's the situation.

The old man could see that something was wrong, but these two people thought it was all right?

This old man Ji is also suffering and can't tell, "How do you two know... Whenever the theater troupe comes, it is the god who asks us for someone!
I experienced it once when I was a child, and it was not as simple as you two younger generations thought.

Moreover, this little friend has an extraordinary temperament, even if he is not a celestial master, he is still a member of the Taoist sect, so why not let others take a look? "

"Dad, you are so confused. How can you say that God is not good when God gave us such abilities?"

"That's right, Grandpa, I think this person is just playing tricks in front of Guan Gong's gate. He really laughed out loud when he came to Ji's Village to say such things."

"Ah... alas..."

Mr. Ji has nothing to do with his son and grandson, he can only sigh incessantly.

It seems that Mr. Ji should know something, but this matter can only be discussed later.

Now the scenes on the stage are getting faster and faster, and these people are singing and dancing faster and faster. When the drama is over, it will be even more troublesome to save these people.

"Aojialin, go get some peach trees and plant them around these people." Ye Feng ordered.

Ao Jialin nodded, and quickly left to find Taomu.

"What do you want to do?" Mr. Ji's son Ji Yan asked angrily, "I told you not to play tricks!"

"I'm just playing tricks, so what?" Ye Feng asked playfully.

(End of this chapter)