[Journey to the West] Breaking into Modern Times with My Disciples

The yellow water sank to the entrance of the cave, and the entrance of the cave, where the sky outside could be seen clearly on weekdays, was covered, and the inside of the cave was completely dark.

Huang Shuichen took a closer look and found that a man's trouser legs were blocking the entrance of the hole, surrounded by a group of unformed weasel cubs who kept screaming, he flicked his sleeves irritably, and dismissed the group of those who only knew how to scream when they were in danger. All the cubs flew out, and then disappeared in place.

A green smoke slowly rose from the roots of a vigorous tree, and a one-meter-tall man appeared in the green mist.

"I don't know why Lord Ji came to my cave?" A hoarse old voice came out, and the smoke gradually dispersed, revealing an old man with a white beard.

"A hundred years ago, the descendants of your Caotan Huang clan did many bad things among human beings, do you still remember?"

Hearing Ji Feng's words, the smile on Huang Shui's face faded, then he bowed his hands and said, "I remember."

"Because this incident was too serious back then, I issued a death order. All the grandchildren of Huang Daxian in this land are not allowed to make trouble around humans. Once cramps occur, they will be skinned and roasted to death."

"Yes." Huang Shui replied in a low voice: "I dare not forget the events of the past and the words left by Mr. Ji."

Hearing what Huang Shuichen said, Ji Feng fully felt his resentment, his lips curled up slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was the biggest irony to Huang Shuichen.

"Four hours ago, a weasel fucked a human girl and asked in front of me to send that girl to the northern suburbs to marry him as his wife. Who do you think is so bold?"

Seeing the smile on Ji Feng's face, Huang Shuichen didn't feel well, the expression on his face changed again and again, he could only bow his knees in the face of killing his son and enemy, this feeling really made a toothache.

He tried his best to suppress an ugly smile, and replied: "My Huang family is not the only Huang Daxian in Xi'an City. You can go to Hongmiaopo to have a look."

"Yellow water sinks, I didn't come here to talk nonsense to you. If you don't give me the list of weasels that are not here within half an hour, your nest should also be moved."

After saying these words, Ji Feng put on a posture of refusing to talk, Huang Shuichen's whole expression suddenly sank, his eyes kept changing, it took a while to suppress the anger in his chest, and he turned around and disappeared in place.

Tang Qi stood behind Ji Feng, looking at his thin auricles.It was the first time he had seen Ji Feng like this, no matter how cold Ji Feng was in the past, he was quite polite to others, but this time it was a bit strange to speak so choked up.

Fu Duoduo has always been gossipy, knowing that Tang Qi curiously leaned into his ear and whispered, "This yellow water sink is not a good thing!"

Tang Qi gave him a look to signal him to continue talking.

"His sons killed many human children more than 100 years ago. At that time, there were many children in every household. In addition, people at that time were superstitious, thinking that these yellow-skinned children were gods who could protect them, so they often sent boys and girls to the temples they built for offerings. The living children were imprisoned inside but disappeared out of thin air. Everyone thought the sacrifice was successful, but in fact those children fell into the hands of Huang Pizi and became their playthings, which is miserable."

"At that time, the group of yellow-skinned people played too much and went out of the circle, which directly alarmed our boss. At that time, the boss was not as cold and silent as he is now. At that time, his aura was so arrogant that he directly smashed the group of yellow-skinned children. , Roasted into dried meat."

It was scary to think about it, but Tang Qi couldn't match the Jifeng at this time with the Jifeng described by Fu Duoduo.

All in all, it was Huang Shuichen's son who did something bad and was slaughtered by Ji Feng, and Huang Pizi who is now going out to be a demon is from the Huang clan.

It's unlucky enough for Huang Shui to sink. It's his place that has happened several times. He can bear the child being slaughtered. Now he can still smile at Ji Feng. This kind of person should not be underestimated.

The disappearing Huang Shuichen came back soon, holding a piece of paper in his hand, he bent down and handed out the list with both hands, and said, "My lord, I only have two sons."

Ji Feng took the list, glanced at the names on it, and replied, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

The yellow talisman paper with Huang Mulang's name on it spontaneously ignited in Ji Feng's hands, and the ashes of the paper formed an address name in his palm, and then flew away with a "squeak".

Fugu County is located in the northernmost part of Shaanxi Province, which is the golden triangle at the junction of the three provinces of Shaanxi, Shanxi and Mongolia.

Fugu is a famous historical and cultural city. In ancient times, ancestors lived and thrived in this land.

With the passage of time, the remaining miracles in various places have gradually disappeared, but Fugu County has always left a space that has not been destroyed during these long years.

Huang Mulang galloped all the way, and soon entered Fugu County.There is loess all over here, and the wind blows the yellow sand. Huang Mulang didn't care about these, he stepped on a few points on the ground to set a position, and then swept towards the destination.

East longitude 110°35', north latitude 39°22'.Huang Mulang finally stopped in front of the wall of a family.

This wall is earthy yellow, and it is full of mottled marks left over by the years. Huang Mulang can tell that this wall is an old wall that was left over from before, and it was later demolished and rebuilt. complete.

Huang Mulang took a deep breath, and took a few steps back, hoping that the story his father told before was true, so that he could have a chance to escape this disaster.

Huang Mulang kicked back with his calf, and then sprinted forward, his body hit the wall with a loud sound. Huang Mulang felt that the bones in his body were about to be torn apart, but suddenly his whole body swayed, and he passed through the wall.

It was dark, and the surrounding air was constantly flowing, as if there was a layer of impenetrable black fog blocking the surroundings.Huang Mulang swiped his right hand against the nothingness in the air a few times, the black mist seemed to be torn open, and a glare of sunlight in front of him shot at Huang Mulang's eyes from the outside.

Huang Mulang closed his eyes immediately, and when he opened them again, he found that the surrounding black mist had disappeared, and what he saw was a theater.

A white curtain was placed on the stage, and candles were lit around it. The yellow light spots gathered together, dyeing the entire theater in a hazy yellow.

Huang Mulang was sitting in the last seat at this time, there were audiences in front of him, on the left and right, he wanted to turn his head to look, but for some reason, his head didn't listen to him, as if something was going on With his face tightly locked, he could only look forward.

He moved his eyes and glanced around. He couldn't see everyone's faces, but he caught a glimpse of their clothes, which seemed to be some ancient costumes.

This situation and scene are very weird, but now Huang Mulang has been restrained, unable to move by himself, he can only comfort himself, he is a monster and still afraid of such a supernatural situation!

"clatter--"

There was a clear sound of jujube clappers, and then the whole theater resounded with the slow string music of "da da da".

A figure appeared behind the white curtain on the stage, and Huang Mulang knew that the lantern and shadow play was about to begin.

When the characters come on stage, following the rapid rhythm of the clapper and gong, a pink child with a double bun on his head and two laces on his hair is doing various vivid activities on the curtain following the operation of the behind-the-scenes staff. action.

As Nezha entered the stage, the rapid rhythm quickly slowed down, and a figure with the body of a leader entered the stage.

"Hey! Who hurt Patrol Yaksha?"

Nezha put his hands on his hips and replied, "It's me! The son of Chentangguan Li Jing, Nezha. Who are you?"

Hearing this, the figure with the head of a dragon raised his head and laughed loudly, his movements were exaggerated and vivid: "Haha...you bare-faced boy, you can't see Mount Tai with your eyes. I am the third prince of the Dragon King, boil Bing!"

"Wait! You bring the little girl back, we're fine!"

Ao Bing sneered, "Hmph! It's already in my stomach, haha."

"Ah!? You!" Nezha froze, and then the rhythm suddenly accelerated, and Nezha's limbs waved to show his great anger.

Ao Bing laughed heartily and yelled, "Come on! Catch him! Eviscerate the bones and skin, and eat boy meat! You are bullying others, I will skin you and constrict your tendons!"

Ao Bing said "Wow, yah, yah, yah!", the music played again, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant.

Nezha took out his fire-pointed gun and stabbed Ao Bing fiercely. The sound of clappers followed the fierce battle between the two, and with Nezha's last words, the fierce battle ended soon.

"I'm cramping you, let's see if you're still hurting people! Hey, this thing is quite strong, it can be used as armor for daddy, I don't want stinky skin!"

After the fight was over, the lights behind the curtain went out instantly. Huang Mulang immediately held his breath, wanting to see who the person behind the curtain was, but he didn't make him wait. A few minutes later, the dark stage was lit up again, and the familiar libretto sounded again.

After performing the same scene three times in a row, when Huang Mulang couldn't bear it anymore, the third scene ended.

This time the lights on the stage were not turned off, and soon a new shadow puppet figure appeared on the white curtain.

A five or six-year-old child was wearing modern clothes, and he was lying on the table doing something with his head down.

A middle-aged man stood behind him.

"Da, did I engrave it right?"

The middle-aged man replied: "If you carve out more than 100 shadow puppets in this painting, it will be considered correct."

The boy nodded, lowered his head and carved silently.

Day by day, the boy followed his father to learn how to carve shadow puppets, and finally one day, he finally carved one hundred shadow puppets. At this time, he has grown a lot taller.

The little boy excitedly received his father's notice that from today on he can design a figure by himself, and then carve it out by himself, a shadow puppet that really belongs to him.

When he was lighting a fire in the kitchen, he would take out a carbon stick to write and draw on the ground, and he would conceive in his mind before going to bed.

Finally, he started to use the carving knife to show him, a mighty man, wearing an ancient sword-sleeve suit, with his hands behind his back, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, exuding a sense of righteousness.

The boy gradually grew up, learned more techniques, and carved out more vivid characters, but what remains unchanged every day is that he will improve the characters he designed when he was a child, change a set of characters for him today, and change him for another one the next day hairstyle.

The period of social instability finally came, and the boy's father was forced to leave here with his family.In the old house, there is still a drawer of shadow puppets that look exactly the same lying in it.

The play ended here, and there was silence in the theater, and soon a rustling sound came from behind the curtain, and a head slowly stretched out, looking at Huang Mulang.

Huang Mulang's eyes widened immediately, and his heart was greatly shaken. This face was obviously a shadow puppet, with hollow eye sockets carved out, sometimes cold and sometimes soft lines.

Huang Mulang's head was in a daze, and he fixedly looked at the pair of Longdong's eyes.