Chapter 27 The play has begun, and people from all over the world come to listen The deity worshipped by Pingkou Woban is the fourth-rank immortal official of the Immortal Court, the God of Wings, one of the twenty-eight constellations, commonly known as Lao Langshen among the people! The inscription on the Yisu Temple says:——The spirits of the stars each have their own responsibilities, and Wing is the music palace of heaven! Therefore, the God of the Wings has the power to control all kinds of performances in the world. Also known as the God of Pear Garden and the God of Drama. It sounds like it has a humble reputation, but in fact, it is due to its monopoly in vertical segments. It is well-known in the field of various operas, but naturally few people care about it outside this field. Gu Yunli was thinking, if the Internet could develop smoothly, could he also ascend to the throne of Star Lord by virtue of his authority over the human network? However, when he saw the shrine of the God of Drama, his first reaction was to open a "CCTV Opera" channel on the Internet! Really, it would be a huge loss if the God of Drama is not spread on the Internet. Otherwise, could you please contact me? While Gu Yunli was daydreaming, the actors from the Pingkouwo troupe had finished burning incense and worshiping the gods. With the sound of gongs and drums, various characters appeared on the stage. The humming and humming voices echoed through the quiet countryside night. The originally bustling audience suddenly fell into silence. The flickering firelight illuminated the stage and flowed in all directions like a spring, nourishing the barren spiritual world. The young children, relying on their small size, crowded in the front row like birds;
The old man was frail, sitting on a stool, squinting his presbyopic eyes, watching the swaying figures on the stage; Later on, the young and strong men stood next to each other, and no one gave in to anyone else. Gu Yunli stood at the back, looking at the attentive crowd, feeling a sense of tranquility and joy in his heart. The fireworks in the world touch the hearts of mortals. He has not stopped for a long time since entering this world. The pressure of survival, the desire to become an immortal, the longing to return home... force him to keep running! It happened that I went up the stairs to pretend to be dirty today, and the most tense string in my heart can finally relax. Looking at this scene again, I feel sincerely happy. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and turned his head to look, and saw that the ghost officials of the Tianan Land Temple were gathered behind him. Looking further back, he could see three or five immortals joining in the fun. "Come to watch the show?" Gu Yunli asked. "Yes, Uncle Gu, it's been a long time since a troupe came to perform here." Zhao Mancang's eyes never left the stage, and there was rarely any fawning look on his face. The flickering firelight made his eyes blurry and absent-minded. I wonder if he was recalling the time when he sat on his father's shoulders, dozing off and waiting for the actors to do somersaults. Gu Yunli nodded and turned back to watch the show. Although Pingkouwo Troupe is not well-known, it is a mobile troupe that travels all over the country and performs very hard. The heroic spirit and Qiu Niang's affection are displayed vividly on the small stage. "Rumble--" At some point, a long and undulating rumble of thunder came from the night sky. Gu Yunli frowned and looked up at the sky. "Thorn-" Just then, I saw a flash of lightning streaking across the thick clouds, and after a while, there was a dull thunder. "Oh, is there thunder?" "Isn't it going to rain?"
"In this damn weather, how can the wind mean rain?" The dull thunder startled the audience who were engrossed in the play. Some people look up at the sky; Some people cursed; Some people had already prepared for the rainy day and got up and left. "Oh, isn't it going to rain?" Backstage at the opera troupe, several actors who were putting on makeup and getting ready to go on stage looked at each other in bewilderment. They are a mobile troupe and, apart from the occasional invitation to book a private theatre, they usually rely on tips from the audience to survive. Fruits, vegetables, eggs, pickles... they buy everything. If the villagers leave now, our singing tonight will be in vain. For a moment, everyone subconsciously looked at the old boss. "What are you looking at me for? Hurry up and put on some makeup and get on stage." "Have you forgotten the rules set by our ancestors? The play has begun, and people from all directions are coming to listen. One direction is for humans, the third direction is for ghosts, and the fourth direction is for gods. If they don't listen, there are still ghosts and gods listening!" The old boss had just finished speaking. “Boom——”, “Boom——” The muffled thunder sounded again, and became more frequent. The audience became more hesitant, praying to God not to rain. "Clap!" A drop of rain fell on Gu Yunli's forehead. After a while, three or five more drops fell, dispelling the scorching heat of midsummer. "Yeah, it really rained." "Ugh!" "Mom, let's go home. You're too weak." The crowd became agitated and complaints arose. They all said that even if they didn't eat for three days, they still had to watch the show. However, on a rainy summer night, the audience still looked annoyed and had to disperse in twos and threes. "Wow--" Before the villagers could disperse, heavy rain began to pour down. slam-la- The sky and the earth suddenly became a sea of rain. From afar, it looked as if a rain curtain was covering the world. The two braziers in front of the stage made a sizzling sound under the rain, and thick smoke rose up, giving the stage a fairy-like aura. But the audience could no longer hold out and immediately dispersed. But in a moment, the bustling stage was deserted.
Only a few young and strong men, relying on their strong bodies, wiped the rain off their faces and watched the actors dancing in the darkness and under the dim light. On the stage, there is constant singing. But the rain was getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping. The remaining young and strong people looked at the dark stage for a moment, but had to turn around and leave. The audience was quiet and even the sound was low, I could hear it clearly. Now the world is quiet, and the singing voice spreads through the rain and across the mountains. "They say 'the toys are fake, but the spirit is real'. Today I really saw it." Zhao Mancang, who was standing next to Gu Yunli, looked at the actors performing hard on the dark stage with a look of regret on his face. Gu Yunli said nothing and just watched quietly. The ghost messengers, who rarely saw the excitement, finally came closer to watch the ceremony. As the rain gradually subsided, this scene slowly ended with the sound of gongs and drums. The rain stopped. The actors were also soaked. After leaving the stage one by one, they remained silent. "Hurry up and take off your makeup and change your clothes. Don't catch a cold. The thunderstorm just passed tonight, so there will definitely be no rain tomorrow night. Let's sing for two more nights. With tonight as a base, there will definitely be a lot of people tomorrow." The old boss shouted and encouraged the team. The actors felt more comfortable after hearing this and quickly removed their makeup and changed their clothes. The old boss turned his head away, looking sad. He can sing for several nights in a row, but would the old man who came from far away be willing to take the risk? Ugh! In a flash, the old troupe leader quietly put away his frustrated look and directed the troupe to pack up. After everything was packed up, they pulled the carriage to the land temple, and a group of people squeezed into the temple, intending to spend the night there without any harvest. In fact, the reason why the old owner chose to set up the stage here to perform was because he thought he could stay overnight at the land temple. After the old boss entered the temple, he immediately burned incense and offered respect, chanting in a low voice: "We stayed overnight at the Bogong Temple, borrowing a piece of tile from the god to shelter. The old man said that the god would protect his disciples through the hardships. May the god bless them with auspicious energy, dispel the haze and leave warmth." As incense was offered, the light curtain of the Internet quietly descended upon the old owner’s field of vision. The old boss looked puzzled. Fortunately, he had been exposed to the Internet, so he was not panicked, but just a little confused. How did the Internet come about? He didn't figure it out. The bad things that happened tonight made him not think too much.
He took a deep breath, walked to the door, found a place and curled up. "Boss, when can we open a theater in the county?" The young boy who was protected in the temple by the troupe suddenly looked up and asked without any context. "almost." The old boss answered as usual, and soon after he finished speaking, he could hear the faint sound of tired snoring. The land temple fell silent. The Internet was quietly boiling at this moment. Because the first video post in history quietly emerged in the Internet community [Yong County Customs] section. The post reads: "People in the audience walked by, and the old colors were gone; people on the stage sang, a heart-breaking farewell song." This is not the key point. The key point is that the nickname "Yunli Taoist" that no one can register suddenly appears in the user position. (End of this chapter)
