The indescribable Taoist Lord

"The clouds were snowed last night, and the straw was withered. Looking around, the jade was crushed into pieces, making the sky and the earth white.

Xu was a guest from the palace. Over the past three days, they came one after another, patrolling the shuttle, extending their longevity and blessings, and giving them gifts. "

The people on the stage disguised their true appearance, pacing gracefully and gracefully, and everything had its own rules and order without losing its beauty.

After Najiao read this opening statement, he started to move, and when he frowned and smiled, it was as if the winter snow had lost its color, and there was an indescribable charm.

This thin indigo dress is decorated with some beads, which can be regarded as an elegant costume. How could these poor village men see such a beautiful girl? Their eyes widened when they saw her - they couldn't even feel that their own mother-in-law was staring at her angrily.

"good!!!"

Naturally, the villagers made no other reaction. They just waited until these two lines were sung, then clapped their palms, which were as big as cattail leaf fans and cracked by the cold, and let out a hearty shout.

This village is remote, and the situation this year is not good, so it has been a while since we saw such a lot of people.

Na Danjiao rolled up his sleeves again and sang -

"There was such a heavy snowfall last night that it took away my poor old father and left me alone. It can be said that people are like straw and their lives are like thin sheets. What should I do?"

I felt pity for this female actor's singing, which seemed sad and tactful, and her every move was so touching that it made some lustful men in this remote village want to rush to the stage and crush her in their arms.

"I think this world is really unfair, and this world is even more unstoppable. People are as cheap as grass and have no roots. How can it happen again after death?"

While singing these words, Na Danjiao suddenly started sobbing, which touched and teased the four people's heartstrings, as if a big stone was weighing on their hearts.

Naturally, they have also heard many stories about selling one's body to bury one's father, which seems a bit vulgar. However, it happens to be in such a time as Zhongtian. Even if the Immortal Tang Dynasty is Qingming again, what can't happen?

What's more, when I think of my old parents who couldn't survive the first snow, tears flow silently.

"There is nothing on the four walls of the family, and the tattered sleeves are filled with the west wind. The officials on the road feel pity for each other, and are willing to use the Puliu Dianling shed."

The stage, which was originally very noisy, suddenly became silent as the singer's singing became more and more emotional.

This is really an extremely difficult thing. You must know that there are only a few knowledgeable people in the countryside. Most men can't even understand the lyrics. They just follow the atmosphere of beating gongs and drums, and With some emotional drama, he casually speculates with the people around him and just joins in the fun.

However, at this moment, it seems that the emotions of all the spectators in the audience have been hooked into this "Straw Song", and they are going to a deeper state...

No matter whether they were old or young, men or women, they all stared directly at the stage built by their hands, as if they were no longer in the ordinary world, but submerged deeper...

"despair……"

"despair……"

"despair……"

At this moment, someone else's steps followed the rhythm of the suona and gong, and slowly climbed onto the stage, tugging at everyone's heartstrings.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a young man wearing Wenyuan's green robe. This little boy was handsome, with a temperament indistinguishable from that of Danjiao, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

As soon as this man appeared, everyone's hearts started to rise again with his silence.

He acted as if he were a certain god in the temple, so he had a sense of alienation that was not close to human nature, or in other words, divinity.

Even an experienced actor who has been immersed in this art for many years will also praise him - he really made the "Sheng Qi Er" come alive.

Xiaosheng then sang -

"Don't forget that human life is as cheap as grass, and the human heart also has the roots of straw. Even the sickle and firewood and ax cannot cut it all. One round after another."

When Na Danjiao heard this, he bowed and said in surprise: "Is this official willing to help my little girl?"

Xiaosheng smiled and walked a few steps on the stage.

"I won't help you bury your father properly, but I will give you happiness and longevity in the world."

"Why did the official say this?"

The two people were moving around on the stage, and the minds of everyone in the audience were also affected by these two people's provocations, stepping on people's expectations at every step.

The originally sad emotion seemed to have planted hope and planted an inexplicable seed at this moment.

"I was originally a god in the sky, and I came down to earth because of my pity for this world. Now I am specially here to spread blessings. If you are sincere, you will take root.

I point to the straw to bring back green buds, and I point to the dead to open their eyes. It means that there is no flying snow in this world, and it means that there are few swordsmen in the south. It can change the color of heaven and earth, and can bring good fortune and longevity. Today I am planting green crops, and tomorrow I will be busy harvesting them here. "

The young man in green robe pointed at the "old father" who was wrapped tightly in the mat on the ground. The man suddenly stood up and looked around blankly...

"My son!"

As soon as the old father turned around, he started sobbing...

"My father, with the blessing of three deities, actually sent you back!"

Danjiao loudly confided his pain, and many people in the audience shed tears, but their eyes were expressionless, as if it was just some instinct of the human heart.

"Thank you so much for your help, my dear god. My little girl kowtows. If I know the temple is a fairyland, I will burn incense every day to worship it."

"I am in charge of the good fortune in heaven, and I am also in charge of the fame and fortune on earth. Don't burn incense and make offerings, and don't make loud noises. There are thousands of straws in the world, all waiting for me to live forever..."

The smile on Xiaosheng's lips never faded, and then Shi Shiran made a graceful exit... However, at this moment, if there are discerning people outside the court, they can tell in detail——

In that scene, the woman who knelt on the ground to recognize each other, the god who walked away gracefully, and the facial features whose true face was whitewashed, all had something mysterious and evil that could not be explained, even the heavy curtain that was drawn down , is also a deep black color, which looks dazzling among the white snow.

There are only a few performances of "Straw Song", so it can be considered a complete performance. However, there is still silence in the audience, as if everyone is still immersed in this weird and vulgar opera...

The leader of the Ruyi class, dressed in light gray cloth, walked out from behind the stage and guided the students on the stage with a smile on his face. But if you look closely, you can also find that this bunch of smiles look extremely fake - it's not that they are hypocritical like sweet talk and a sword, but they are just completely emotionless and even pretentious.

"This village has quite a lot of 'straw'..."

The young man in green robe looked at the lifeless people present indifferently, his face still had that inhuman and arrogant look, as if it had never changed on and off the stage.

Not long after, something infiltrating happened to these idle villagers - straw, countless straws grew out of their mouths and noses, from their eye sockets, from their buttocks, and from their own apertures...

It was as if someone had planted seeds in them. Those straws seem to have autonomous instincts, constantly twisting and twisting, and able to hide autonomously.

Countless people then stood up stiffly and returned to their homes in a daze...

"Where's the next benefit show?"

"Go back to Zhangjiacun, sir."