Qingyue Temple

When Wang Wu entered the theater building, he saw a lot of tables, chairs and benches set up in the courtyard in the middle, and a two-meter-high theater stage in front, covered with a red carpet, flowered cloth around the beams, and a screen, and a pile of unattended musical instruments in the corner. Automatically playing and beating, eccentrically emitting bursts of sonorous music and rhythm, cooperating with the students on the stage, babbling and babbling a prelude to Shiro's visit to his mother.

The ghosts floating in front of Wang Wu had already entered the theater building with sullen faces, and found their seats to sit down.

There are people as white as paper, pushing a small cart of snacks and tea, creaking past, and someone is waving and handing some from time to time.

Wang Wu was a little scared, he hesitated at the door and didn't want to go forward, but just after he stopped for a while, he heard a cool voice coming from behind him.

"Let's go...you're blocking the way..."

Wang Wu thought he was the last person in the line, but he didn't expect there to be ghosts behind him. He was frightened out of his wits and almost jumped up. Fortunately, at this time, Wang Wu was pressed by an invisible hand on his arm. He only calmed down when he heard Fang Shanshui's voice.

"Don't be afraid, just find a place to sit down."

Wang Wu didn't dare to look back, and he didn't even dare to glance at the things behind him. He remembered the saying that someone has three fires on him, and he would blow out one at random when he turned around. Wang Wu froze and moved forward. Wubi was much more sensitive than before. He could feel that when he moved, the things behind him also moved, almost still clinging to him, walking forward step by step.

Wang Wu's heart trembled like a sieve, but he still had to pretend nothing had happened, almost being pushed forward, so he hurriedly found a seat near the back and sat down.

It's just that not long after he sat down, he found that the empty seats around him were gradually being filled one by one.

The person who was pushing the small cart to deliver the tea soon creaked over without saying a word, and put a plate of melon seed cakes and a cup of tea on the small coffee table next to Wang Wu, and the one sitting next to him. one serving.

Wang Wu sat among a group of ghosts listening to the play, his body stiffened and he didn't dare to move. All the ghosts beside him were listening to the play attentively. From time to time, Wang Wu could see ghosts listening and grabbing their hands. Melon seeds on the coffee table.

The Shengjiao on the stage began to sigh, but the thin voice actually sang the Shengjiao more twists and turns than the Danjiao.

The ghosts listening to the opera under the stage looked at the stage expressionlessly with their faces half upturned, as if they were listening very seriously, and Wang Wu couldn't help but listen carefully.

[I remember...a bloody battle~

Only to kill... a river of blood~ a mountain of corpses~~]

The stern-faced ghosts in the audience heard the corners of their mouths twitching suddenly, and they laughed treacherously from the cracked gray lips, clapped their hands, and shouted "yes" one after another.

Wang Wu, who was listening to the play, trembled violently when he was frightened by their sudden terrifying laughter.

Wang Wu could also vaguely understand a few words in the opera lyrics, but just a few simple words, faintly transmitted to his ears, always made Wang Wu feel cool all over his body, and the tangled singing voice, It was as if silk threads made of ice were tightened round and round around his bones and neck, making Wang Wu a little out of breath from the cold. When he was terrified, all the ghosts around him were As if they heard some joy, they all laughed at the stage, which made Wang Wu's scalp almost explode.

Wang Wu urgently called Fang Shanshui in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out, so he had to move his arms quickly, hoping that Fang Shanshui could understand what he meant and give him some new instructions.

What should he do?

"Why don't you eat or drink... Young man, come, eat some melon seeds."

Wang Wu's moving arm shook, but he didn't expect to hear Fang Shanshui's echo, but he heard the greeting from the ghost beside him.

Wang Wu turned his head stiffly and saw that it was an old lady wearing a shroud, smiling at the stage, she seemed to notice his strange appearance, and looked back at him.

Wang Wu's heart trembled when he saw that the old lady was smiling and stuffing melon seeds from the tea table into her toothless mouth. The melon seeds almost fell out, and turned into a small black The worms crawled into her mouth, but while she was chewing the little worms in her mouth, she went to get new melon seeds as if nothing had happened, and even told Wang Wu to eat them too.

Wang Wu lowered his head to look at the plate beside the table. At first glance, it was a plate of plump melon seeds with thin skin and big benevolence, but when he turned his head, it turned into a plate of fat beetle black worms. Wang Wu's stomach was overwhelmed.

Wang Wu didn't dare to answer, afraid that the ghost would find out that he was wrong if he made a sound, so he just pretended to be immersed in the opera, and turned his head to continue listening to the opera.

The old lady didn't care, she continued to turn her stiff head back and listened to her play.

Wang Wu thought he had passed the test, but he didn't realize it. At this moment, the creaking cart behind him pushed past, and the white paper man who delivered tea everywhere suddenly looked down at him.

[A certain elder brother... martyred in front of the banquet for King Song~

A certain second brother... shot down with a short arrow~ died horribly~~

A certain third brother... was trampled by a horse~ corpse like mud~~]

"it is good!"

There was another burst of laughter around, under the wooden grimaces, the corners of their mouths were cracked to laugh like puppets, it looked so weird, Wang Wu didn't dare to disagree, he quickly opened the corners of his mouth stiffly, and clapped along with them laughing out loud.

……

Fang Shanshui stood motionless beside Wang Wu, and he was observing the scene on the stage through Wang Wu's eyes.

Since his primordial spirit has turned to the sun, it has been inconvenient to do such ghost things about the underworld. He has to go through some medium, otherwise his Yang spirit will go there in person, just like the sun in the snow. If the ghost asks a few words, it is estimated that these little ghosts will be dried out in the sun, and they will not have time to hide from him, let alone other things.

The group of people holding jars behind Fang Shanshui had heard Wang Wu say that someone was singing in an opera and they wanted to go to the theater building. When they moved, they couldn't help but look at each other with strange faces, chewing their tongues in a low voice.

"Why is he sitting like this? Could it be that he is really listening to a play?"

"Look at him laughing as if crying, and clapping...why is he so creepy? Isn't he also bewitched?"

The manager and the foreman didn't get involved in the discussion of the workers, but their faces became more and more wrong.

Chen Jiaming waited beside Fang Shanshui for a while, until Fang Shanshui seemed to be distracted just now, and asked quickly, "Master, what's the situation now, what should we do?"

Fang Shanshui looked at the situation on the other side of the underworld through Wang Wu's eyes, and said to Chen Jiaming: "I'm afraid it's a little weird, not just about relocation, do you have any enemies in your business? Maybe someone secretly messed with you. "

Chen Jiaming was surprised: "Master, what did you find?"

The workers who were discussing Wang Wu stopped immediately and listened to Fang Shanshui.

Fang Shanshui: "It stands to reason that when you relocated people, the people in this place should have moved away with the blood of their children and grandchildren. I thought it was because of some mistakes and omissions that they were left behind. Now it seems..."

After speaking, Fang Shanshui continued to look up, and Chen Jiaming found that the angle at which Fang Shanshui raised his head seemed to be exactly the same as Wang Wu who was sitting on the air with his legs propped up.

……

Wang Wu was fidgeting among a group of ghosts laughing inexplicably from time to time, when he suddenly heard Fang Shanshui's words: "Get up now, let's go and see behind the stage."

Wang Wu was startled, and looked to the left and right. Although the ghosts next to him didn't pay attention to him at the moment, they would definitely be discovered if he moved.

"Don't worry, they can't find out that you are human, even if they find out, it's okay, I'm holding you, I can pull you back at any time."

Wang Wu was overjoyed, and almost blurted out, but fortunately held back in time, and kept asking Fang Shanshui in his heart: [Master, you must hold me tight, don't let me go. 】

Fang Shanshui really seemed to be able to hear his heart, and said, "Don't worry."

Wang Wu hurriedly got up, wanting to go to the backstage to see what Fang Shanshui said.

As a result, just as Wang Wu stood up, he found that the young man who was singing on the stage glared at him angrily, and shouted at him from a distance: "That man, I, Shiro, is complaining about missing my mother. If you don't listen carefully, you dare to look down on me!" ?Come on!Pull it out and kill it! 】

Shengjiao gave an order, and the supporting roles on the stage immediately pressed their sharp long knives and spears, as if they were flying over a wall, suddenly came down from the stage and flew straight towards Wang Wu.

Wang Wu was taken aback. At this moment, those ghost play friends of his just now turned their heads when they heard this sentence. Just like what he saw in his dream, they didn't move. The heads on the neck turned from front to back, left to right, and looked at Wang Wu behind him. The necks turned from 180 degrees to [-] degrees, as if they had been snapped off abruptly, which made people's necks hurt.

A crowd of ghosts seemed to have moved the scene from the stage to the stage. Seeing countless actors flying towards Wang Wu behind him, they suddenly twitched the corners of their mouths and laughed loudly as if they had just heard the words about corpses, blood, etc. Clap clapping and shouting "Okay!".

Wang Wu almost cried: "Master! I was killed by you!"

Fang Shanshui: "...Unexpectedly, it seems that we have been discovered just now, is he waiting for us?"

Wang Wu pushed the chair and wanted to run, but the creaking trolley behind him blocked his way again. As soon as he stopped, Wang Wu suddenly found that the big knives had been driven to his neck from behind.

"Okay!" There was another burst of laughter, and his ghost theater friends just now, as if they were still watching the show, clapped their hands and watched him being arrested.

【Bring~ come to the stage~~】

Wang Wu, who was about to faint from fright, felt his body lighten suddenly, as if riding a cloud, he had been held hostage by those horns who flew off the stage just now and flew back to the stage.

At this moment, Wang Wu suddenly discovered that the music on the stage changed suddenly, so passionate, so sonorous and powerful, and the raw horn who had just drunk him in front of him changed his face with his sleeves covered, and changed from the Yang Silang just now to The black-faced Bao Gong, and the music of that opera has also changed from "Si Lang Visits His Mother" to "The Case of Gui Mei".

[up~cutter~knife~~

Dynasty Mahan called out,

Dong Cheng and Xue Ba listen to Gen Miao!

Detain the prisoner~~ at the mouth of the guillotine,

Heartbroken...I call him Gui~Yin~Cao~~]

"Okay!" Shocking applause, just being frightened by Shengjiao's sinister Guiyin Cao, Wang Wu was startled by this voice again and looked at the audience. Those ghost theater friends he just had all turned around. Turning around, there seemed to be a hint of interest on the wooden face.

Wang Wu's legs were so frightened that his legs were weak. He also saw that there were really two actors. A bright guillotine came from behind and threw it in front of him. The person who was pressing him behind was about to push him in in the guillotine.

"...These ghosts really have a lot of drama."

Wang Wu, who had been so frightened, suddenly heard Fang Shanshui's voice, as if he saw the Bodhisattva Bodhisattva, and screamed, "Help! Master, help!"

"Don't be afraid, just close your eyes and let's switch places."

Wang Wu hurriedly closed his eyes when he heard the words, and the bloody sound of [Open the guillotine! ], Wang Wu was so frightened that he almost opened his eyes again. After holding back, he gradually felt that the surroundings became quiet...

A group of actors pressed Wang Wu, and were about to enter under the guillotine, the ghost theater friends below were eagerly waiting, wanting to see Wang Wu lose his head.

At this moment, Wang Wu, who closed his eyes, suddenly seemed to be dyed, and slowly turned into another person. This person was covered with golden light, as if it was more dazzling than the sun in the sky. The light instantly The eyes of many ghosts were burned, and the screams and wailings continued one after another.

Almost in an instant, the pile of horns pressing down on Wang Wu turned into pieces of paper figurines and fell to the ground.

The enthusiastic ghost theater friends below also turned into smoke and howled and ran around in embarrassment. Theater buildings are constantly melting and collapsing.

The freshman who played Bao Zheng just now was startled, took three steps back, stabilized his body on the swaying stage, and asked Fang Shanshui, who was shining with golden light, "Who are you, how dare you spoil my good deeds?"

Everything around Fang Shanshui was in turmoil and shattered violently, until a black hole suddenly appeared on his shoulder, and a small figure seemed to squeeze in from the black void. The golden light on Fang Shanshui's body suddenly dimmed. The collapse slowly slowed down and gradually stabilized.

The ghosts fleeing in embarrassment around them also hurriedly hid in fear.

Fang Shanshui knew that the shady person behind him was looking at him from Shengjiao, and asked without answering, "Who are you? Why are you here to make trouble?"

The man was already guilty and terrified when he saw the golden light on Fang Shanshui's body before, but now he saw the terrifying little thing on his shoulder, he didn't dare to say another word, and turned around to run away.

Fang Shanshui stretched out his hand, and the escaped Gongbao instantly took off a layer of black-faced floral paper clothes, and was caught in Fang Shanshui's hands, and another black shadow quickly went backstage.

Fang Shanshui glanced at the black shadow and said, "Sure."

The black shadow whose head had been stuck into the curtain was stuck there immediately, feeling shocked and horrified in his heart, knowing that the difference in cultivation between him and Fang Shanshui was worlds apart, and that he couldn't do two tricks under his hands, so regretful, I don't know what happened in the mainland When such a character appeared, I didn't find out clearly beforehand.

Black Shadow shouted in fear: "Master misunderstood! I didn't know that the businessman was protected by you, but I just accepted a business. I don't know Taishan, and I swear that I will never trouble that businessman again. We Just leave it alone!"

Fang Shanshui didn't listen to what he yelled, but was thinking about making Master's snacks, looked at Master and asked, "Master, can this be eaten?"

The black shadow stuck in the curtain was frightened by Fang Shanshui's nonsensical words.

The figure master glanced at it twice, pointed with his little hand, and the black shadow suddenly found himself involuntarily thrown into the paper skin in Fang Shanshui's hand again, turning into a Baogong sugar figurine.

Hei Ying stared and saw a little guy twice his size, opened his mouth about the size of a shark, and bit down on him who seemed to be frozen in syrup.

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"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, the man in the Tang suit slumped to the ground, his black hair turned white inch by inch in an instant, and a table of shadow puppets on his table seemed to be torn apart by a hurricane in an instant, and those shadow puppets were broken There was even blood flowing from the connection.

"Oh, my God, uncle, how are you?" The mixed-race girl and her foreign husband who were watching this scene were terrified, and hurried to help Master Tang, who seemed to have suddenly lost his vitality.