Chapter 131 Qingming Festival, Yizhuang Opera Troupe (Please Subscribe)
A Foundation Building Pill is really nothing valuable to Chen Qingyan.
If Qin Yao said it was given to him, he would definitely not want it. There was no need to say anything, and the price would drop if he reached out to take it.
But when this thing was to be presented to the master with the passion of a disciple, if he didn't accept it, wouldn't it be a blow to the disciple's desire to repay the favor?
It seems to really prove the other party's white-eyed wolf statement, which will chill people's hearts.
But if he accepts it, he must admit that Qin Yao loves Maoshan. If something goes wrong with a disciple who loves Maoshan, such as being bullied by a senior uncle who did not name him, is it reasonable for him, as the leader of Maoshan, not to uphold justice? ?
It’s obviously unreasonable!
The problem is that he told Qin Yao before that if he wanted to truly defeat Shi Jian, he must have the strength to carry the flag. Although these words contained a hint of hope, they did not mean that I would be the referee.
This bastard is trying to bribe the referee!
"Master, are you okay?" Qin Yao asked with a surprised look on his face, holding up the elixir bottle.
Hmm... I look like I don't know anything and I don't think much about it.
The old master chuckled lightly and reached out to take the porcelain bottle: "In terms of cultivation, prestige, and connections, you are far behind Shi Jian. But when it comes to human nature and sophistication, I have to say that you are very stable."
Qin Yao smiled and said: "I only know that no matter what the relationship is, we get along slowly. All the green eyes need to give positive feedback. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful you are, you will eventually be eliminated. After all, the next update will be good."
"What's this mess?" The old boss was really amused by him and drove him away: "Go and sleep, go and sleep, don't act poor in front of me."
Qin Yao smiled, bowed slightly, turned around and strode away.
"It's strange that little Gillian, who is not good at sneaking around, has brought out such a sophisticated and smooth disciple...it's strange." The old master murmured as he watched his retreating figure.
"Young class."
"Young class..."
night.
The people in Yizhuang who worked the day shift were packing their things and getting ready to get off work. They suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of their eyes. They all put down their work and greeted him with a smile.
Qin Yao waved as he walked: "You are busy with your business, don't worry about me."
It has the air of a big boss coming to inspect the work.
"Are you at ease?" In the hall, Uncle Jiu respectfully offered three sticks of incense to the Patriarch, and then turned to look at the disciple standing in front of the door with hands tied.
It's time to have dinner soon, and the ancestor's incense must be offered first.
Qin Yao walked in through the door and saw the curls of cigarette smoke rising. He bowed to the statue and said, "Don't worry... Master, is everything going on in Yizhuang recently?"
"There is something I need to tell you." Uncle Jiu invited him to sit down and said, "Tomb Sweeping Day will be in two days. The yin and yang are connected, and the door of ghosts is wide open. Qiu Sheng told me that we are in the ghost business. , taking advantage of this holiday, we should launch some projects to give back to our customers, do you have any ideas?”
Qin Yao smiled and said, "You must have thought about it a long time ago, right? Let me talk about yours first."
"I want to get a troupe to sing a big show for three days in a row for the entertainment of ghosts and monsters." Uncle Jiu said.
Qin Yao was slightly startled, but he remembered the opportunity for the female ghost Xiaoli to appear in Zombie Supreme.
According to the timeline in the movie, her appearance should be the Ghost Festival on July 15th, not the Qingming Festival in February (old calendar).
However, due to his own reasons, many timelines about Uncle Jiu are messed up, and it is impossible to guarantee that Qi Xiaoli will appear on the Qingming Festival.
"What's wrong, is there something wrong with this idea?" Uncle Jiu asked.
Qin Yao suppressed the strangeness in his heart for the time being and said with a smile: "No problem, the idea is good. Have you decided on a manager?"
"Qiu Sheng volunteered to take care of it. Originally, I was worried that there would be too many ghosts and it would be difficult to control them. Now that you are back, I will feel at ease." Uncle Jiu said.
Qin Yao said: "I will come and watch at that time to ensure that there will be no trouble."
"Master, junior brother." As the master and apprentice were talking, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai hurried over after receiving the news. They took the lead in greeting them before they even entered the door.
Uncle Jiu nodded slightly.
Qin Yao smiled: "Two senior brothers."
"Qiu Sheng, I'll leave the drama troupe affairs to you. Qin Yao will take charge of the battle for you." Later, when the specially hired chef brought the food to the table, Uncle Jiu picked up his chopsticks and said.
Qiu Sheng chuckled: "No problem. As for the first issue, I will do my best to make the Yizhuang Qingming Festival activities deeply rooted in the hearts of the underworld, ah no, deep in the hearts of ghosts."
Everyone chuckled and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Yimao year.
Gengchen month.
Dingmao day.
On the twenty-second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, during the Qingming Festival, at midnight, the gate of hell opens wide.
In the cold wind with a hint of coolness, four Wu Chang, who had been prepared by Uncle Jiu in advance, held mourning sticks and escorted nearly three hundred ghosts from nearby Renjia Town to the Yizhuang warehouse. In the warehouse, Qiu Sheng spent a lot of money. Invited troupe.
In addition to these old ghosts who have not been reincarnated due to various reasons, the Yizhuang Opera Troupe tonight is not on guard against those ghosts who are homeless and have nowhere to go. As long as they come after hearing the news, they will all come. Don’t refuse.
Among the ghosts.
A female ghost wearing a white dress and a white hair ornament, with a charming face but not a kitsch temperament, kept looking around, as if looking for some opportunity.
Unexpectedly, this journey has been smooth and uneventful. She did not dare to move unless something unexpected happened, lest she be caught by the black and white impermanence, and her soul would be driven away by the mourning stick.
"We're here." Just when she was worried about how to escape, she suddenly heard the cold voice of the ghost. Looking up, she saw the iron door of the warehouse in front of her was wide open. On the stage with colorful flowers and willows, the actors in costumes were motionless and silent. Waiting for the drama to begin.
In the corner, a group of lonely ghosts gathered together, whispering, and laughing happily from time to time, obviously very happy with this scene.
"Come in quickly, you are the dead souls from all over the town, so you can get the best seat to watch the show." Leading the group of ghosts to the door of the warehouse, an impermanent person pointed to the open space in the middle and said.
Because we don’t know how many ghosts will come, there are no benches, tables, or chairs under the stage to avoid being unable to stand and causing any disputes.
The woman in the white dress mingled with the crowd and walked into the warehouse. She turned around and saw four Wu Chang holding weapons and stopping in front of the door, staring at all the ghosts in the room.
"You can't touch these actors. If you touch them, your whole body will be affected..." The female ghost in the white dress withdrew her gaze and continued to wait for the opportunity.
Shortly after.
She finally saw a glimmer of hope when she saw three men without costumes walking out from the backstage and heading straight to the warehouse door.
But what she could see, other ghosts could also see. Therefore, as soon as those three people appeared, they attracted the attention of hundreds of ghosts. Among them, the female ghost in the white dress was definitely not the only one who was interested.
"Four adults, my master is waiting to invite you to drink tea in the Yi Zhuang. Just leave this place to us to guard. When the drama comes to an end, you will definitely bring one less ghost." Qiu Sheng took out something from his arms. The ghost papers prepared in advance were distributed enthusiastically to the four ghost servants.
The four ghost messengers collected the ghost paper and immediately stepped away. Qin Yao smiled slightly and turned to look at the ghosts: "Everyone, do you know why I asked the four ghost messengers to leave?"