my weird life

Chapter 573 "A Laugh From the Sea" (12)

The old Taoist Yuan Qing fell to the ground, weeping silently.

Hearing what Master Chilong said, he raised his hand and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, and said sadly: "I'm glad you cut down the mountain and ruined the temple. My whole family, the Taoist altar that I have worked so hard to build, may not be the same. gotta suffer...

This is the current situation in Fujian.

The Daoist Taoist altar's dharma veins are declining, and the Buddhist and Wumen Taoist altars are strong.

This is God's will,
Why do you have to go against the destiny? "

The old Taoist Yuanqing was talking, and cried sadly again.

Right now, between Huntian Dao Altar and Youzhou Lushan, they only utter harsh words, and they have never formally fought against each other. This old man looks like this, obviously he has been frightened by the Hun Tian Dao Altar.

Master Chilong frowned and looked at him for a while, without saying anything to him, turned around and said to Su Wu, "I'm going to cook the chicken."

have spoken,
Then he stepped over Yuanqing who was slumped on the ground, and went straight to the ruined temple.

Su Wu stood in front of the Dharma altar, looked at the old Daoist Yuanqing with trembling lips and dull eyes, and asked aloud: "Your family, wife, children, and disciples of the Dao altar are all under the control of the Dao altar of Huntian right now? "

"Hey..." The old Taoist Yuan Qing raised his eyes to look at Su Wu—a gleam of brilliance appeared in his eyes, and his eyes fell on Su Wu's purple ribbon fairy clothes, and the light in his eyes dimmed again, "It was I who harmed them. The old Taoist harmed them..."

"You want to come to be a Taoist altar's master of transmission,
How could it be so easy for the whole family and disciples to be controlled by the Taoist Temple of Heaven? "Su Wu placed all the utensils on the altar, and continued to ask the old Taoist Yuanqing.

The old Taoist Yuanqing murmured: "My skills are always inferior to others, and I was frightened by the masters of the Huntian Dao Altar first. When fighting, I was easily defeated. This is how I ended up being controlled by the Huntian Dao Altar .

They sent me with word,
I didn't spread my words well, and the third young master was killed,

It can't end like this..."

"It seems that
They do have the motive of killing your wife, children and disciples to vent their anger.

After all, on their side, the three sons of the Archmage Chuandu are all dead. That Archmage must be full of grief and anger, and it is very possible to kill your wife and children. "Su Wu said with a serious expression.

His words fell into the ears of the old Taoist Yuan Qing, which made the old Taoist look miserable and bowed his head in silence.

"If you don't return to the Taoist Temple of Heaven at this time,

They even think that you have joined the sect of the 'Chilong Daoist', and want to kill you all over the sect. " Su Wu said again.

Yuanqing panicked, looked up at Su Wu, and opened his mouth to ask: "Then what should I do? If I don't go back, my wife, children and disciples will die, if I go back, they and I will all die...

Is it time for us to cut off the incense in the altar of inaction? "

"Yes."

Su Wu nodded.

Yuanqing's face turned pale.

"Anyway, we will die anyway, you might as well lead us to the place where the Taoist altar is located.

Since he wants to kill you all over the house,
We rushed to kill his whole family before they did it, so - wouldn't your whole family not have to die? "Su Wu said some theory without changing his face.

Yuan Qing was stunned when he heard Su Wu's words: "Kill, kill, kill - kill him all over the house?!"

"Exactly." Su Wu nodded.

"No, no, no, it won't work!" Yuan Qing shook his head again and again, "What kind of power is the Hun Tian Dao Altar? Could it be the two of you—the three of us..."

Speaking of last,
He suddenly stopped talking, paused,
Turning around, he said again: "The poor way seems to be the only way to go."

Su Wu looked at him blankly and didn't speak.

"The Huntian Taoist Altar is just to the east of Jiyun Town. They built a big earthen building. There are three floors in the earthen building. Each floor has three guest halls of 'left, middle and right'. The left and right guest rooms on the third floor are all dedicated to the 'left and right black gods'. , only the middle hall enshrines the 'huntian slough',
The nine guest halls have gathered a large number of soldiers and horses..."

Yuanqing told Su Wu all the arrangements of the Huntian Dao Altar in detail.

……

Inside the broken temple.

Master Chilong took out the pheasant in the crock with two chopsticks, tore it into three parts, divided it equally with Su Wu and Yuan Qing, and poured a bowl of chicken soup for each of the three.

The three gathered around the fire, ate chicken, drank soup, and extinguished the fire.

Yuanqing was still leading the way on his black donkey,

Su Wu and Chilong sat on the cart,

There was no cart pulled by livestock, but the wheels turned on their own, and they followed Yuanqing to Jiyun Town.

When the sun rises,
The three of them arrived at Jiyun Town.

Jiyun Town was full of gongs and drums, and a stage was set up in the empty field in the middle of the town, on which was performing a drama of "Mulian Sutra Rescue Mother". People sang and danced, causing the people gathered in the audience to clap their hands.

Zaju has just emerged for a while now,
There aren't too many plays.

Zaju such as "Mulianjing Rescue Mother" can only be seen once in a big city once in a while.
It can be seen at the town fair today, which naturally attracted many people to watch.

Most people are exposed to this form of entertainment for the first time, and they are very curious. They gather in front of the stage and refuse to leave for a while. The people around the stage soon gather more and more. There was a lot of noise, and the villagers who were familiar with each other talked lively.

"Look at it!"

Master Chilong parked his scooter in a remote place, relying on his tall and burly body, he squeezed away several older girls and daughters-in-law at the periphery of the crowd, causing people to stare at him one after another.

He didn't care about it either, and led Su Wu and Yuan Qing to squeeze into the innermost corner.

Yuanqing followed Su Wuhou,

I just feel that the further I go, the more difficult it becomes.

Those boudoir girls and married women who were avoiding the bearded Taoist with disgust on their faces, when they saw Su Wu in front of them, their eyes immediately lit up, and they refused to let the passage be opened, instead they kept moving closer to Su Wu.

The purple-clothed young Taoist in front did not know what to do,
Whenever someone crowded towards him, they would pass him by unconsciously.

Those people certainly didn't leave Su Wu in the crowd,

But it caused Yuanqing, who was at the end, to suffer, being squeezed into the crowd by many people, unable to enter or retreat, and under the questioning eyes of the older girls and younger daughters-in-law, he became more and more sad.

Daohong and Su Wu walked to a position close to the front of the stage,

The two of them listened carefully to the new drama "Mulian Sutra Rescue Mother".

The tradition of drama has a long history,

From the beginning of the pre-Qin period to the Song and Jin Dynasties, it gradually developed.

During this period, the drama that the common people saw the most was Zaju.

The current drama tells the story of a disciple of the Buddha, named "Mugallana", who went to hell to save his mother. In folklore, this "Mugallana" is often compared with " Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva' is confused.

The miscellaneous drama that Su Wu and Chi Long watched nowadays,

to the end,
There is also the acrobatics of the Venerable Moggallana, who has achieved the fruit of cultivation, is located in hell, and is revered as the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

It also drew applause from the people.

The two are in the crowd,
I even heard many people chant the Buddha's name following the stage.

"Buddhism is already deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in Fujian. The Taoist altars and Taoist temples of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva are much more prosperous than the Daoist incense. Even the Wumen Taoist altars have gradually been influenced by the Buddhist Taoist altars and have begun to be tolerated and absorbed by the Buddhist Taoist altars. Seeing the unfinished performance on stage, Master Chilong shook his head and said a few words with emotion, "It's a good way for Buddhism to use this method to promote its sect and paint its face with gold paint.

It's just that the play doesn't sing very well.
Too soft, too soft..."

As he spoke, he hummed a few jokes,

He raised the tune again, but still felt that the taste was not right, he shook his head repeatedly and said, "It's still too soft..."

Although Taoist Chilong didn't think highly of the current drama and didn't like its soft tone, Su Wu still noticed that his master was obviously a Taoist who liked singing and other entertainment.

On this master's cart, Su Wu also saw an old pipa.

Now,

The performance on the stage is still the same,

But the crowd of people watching around gradually decreased.

For some reason, the sky gradually darkens,

In just two to three minutes, all the people around the stage dispersed.

Master Chilong was paying attention to the performance on the stage, and seemed unaware of the sudden dispersal of the people in the surrounding area. He saw the musician on the stage playing the pipa, and suddenly turned his head and said to Su Wu: "Bring someone that pipa."

Su Wu nodded,
From the wooden box folded into a huge bookcase behind him, he took out a pipa and handed it to Chilong Zhenren.

Master Chilong took the pipa, sat cross-legged on the floor, and played a few times along with the tune on the stage.

He frowned, shook his head again and again, and said: "Too soft, too soft..."

"Master doesn't like this tune?"

Su Wu stretched out his hand to Master Chilong.

Master Chilong handed the old pipa to Su Wu again.

Holding the pipa, Su Wu thought back to the different tones of different strings when the real Chilong plucked the strings. His fingers immediately landed on the strings, recalling the tones of a song,

Fiddled a few times...

'A laugh from the sea'...

Familiar melodies flowed from the strings.

At the first hearing of this melody, which is completely different from the popular operas today, Chilong frowned slightly, but the next moment his brows relaxed, his eyes brightened: "Generous, heroic!

gone? ! "

Su Wu handed back the old pipa to Master Chilong, and shook his head: "I forgot about the latter, wait until I remember it."

"You bastard!"

Master Chilong glared at him,
And bowed his head to stroke the strings,
The melody popped up again - "A Laugh from the Sea".

"No words?

What word is better to match, why is the following one gone?

You guys, you really deserve to fight, you really deserve to fight! "

Chilong Zhenren was indignant.

Su Wu was expressionless.

around,
It's getting darker,

Yuan Qing, who was dragged down by Su Wu on purpose or not, has long since disappeared.

There are no more actors on the stage, and the soft and poignant opera tone before seems to be just a dream. The stage is still there, but only the scarlet curtain is rolled up on the stage.

The real Chilong lowered his head and played the old pipa.

In this world,

It seemed that there was only this pair of master and apprentice left.

(End of this chapter)