Chapter 192: Uncle Plays You To Death
"Invincibility begins with offering sacrifices to the ancestors ()"
The rain is like crisp, and willows are like smoke.
Outside Pingjiang City, a dilapidated temple gathered many passers-by to escape the rain.
Men or women, old or young, with bags on their backs, came from all directions, and they all seemed to be heading towards Pingjiang City.
"It's really unlucky. I knew I should hire a carriage."
In the corner, a young man in brocade clothes looked at the rain outside the door, muttering in his mouth.
Such a heavy rain will not stop for a while.
In fact, it was only half an hour away from Pingjiang City.
"We can only wait."
The young man in brocade was a little helpless. This was his first time traveling alone. Originally, his family had arranged for him a carriage and servants, but he refused them all.
The world is vast, and from now on, he will go out alone and create a world.
The young man in brocade clothes thought beautifully, but a heavy rain made him wake up a little bit. In fact, the arrangements at home are not bad.
Sandalwood carriages, velvet pillows, incense from Liupinju, preserved fruits that are eaten in the sky, and fifteen or sixteen-year-old maids pinching their waists and beating their legs. Those soft hands are those of a woman who has not yet grown up. Only the touch.
However, looking around, outside the temple, the sky was gloomy and rainy.
The temple is not big, it has been abandoned for a long time, and only half of the body of the enshrined god is left, entwined with cobwebs.
"Damn the rain, the old man is almost dying. Doesn't this delay my going back to inherit the family property? By the way, after the old man dies, Seventh Aunt will also be mine."
"Oh, Yuban poor man, I can't get out of work again today."
"Let's go, let's go, the bigger the better, so that we can go back to work later, and the salary will be calculated."
In the temple, a group of people hiding from the rain have their own thoughts.
"Grandpa, can we still watch the play of Jiqing Class?"
Not far away, a five or six-year-old fat boy tugged on the sleeve of the old man beside him, whispering in a milky voice.
"Catch up, catch up, the Jiqing troupe will sing in Pingjiang City for a full month." The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Hearing this, the young man in brocade clothes couldn't help but look at his grandfather and grandson.
Jiqing troupe is a well-known opera troupe in Pingjiang City. The head of the troupe is Xiao Yuteng. He has been gifted and intelligent since he was a child.
Everyone in the industry said that Xiao Yuteng was born to eat this bowl of rice.
It is precisely because of this famous actor's finale that Jiqing troupe has become a popular troupe in Pingjiang city area, with a grand status and no small matter.
Even the Sanmen family once paid a lot of money to invite the Jiqing class to sing in the house.
In the past two years, the boy in Jinyi had also seen the performance of the Jiqing class, which was indeed a masterpiece.
At that time, most of the people in the town went there just to see Xiao Yuteng's demeanor.
Everyone in the world said that most of the reason why Ji Qingban has such a status is because of this person.
Xiao Yuteng is the only person in the entire Pingjiang city who can sing [Ghost and God Opera].
The so-called "ghost drama" is not sung for living people, but for ghosts and gods.
Year-end sacrifices, major ceremonies, many places will invite him to sing [Ghost and God Drama].
At that time, there was silence in all directions, and incense was burned to welcome it. A special seat was set up under the stage of Nuo Da, and only ghosts and gods could see and hear.
It is said that [Ghosts and Gods Opera]'s operas and lines are all secret, and only those with special birth dates and fates can practice them.
Some people say that when Xiao Yuteng was young, he got lost in the mountains and met a stranger.
The stranger had a chest-length beard, a red complexion, and was wearing a costume, which was extremely strange.
The stranger led the young Xiao Yuteng into the mountain, knelt down in front of a withered grave, taught him the [Ghost Show] for half a month, and finally drifted away.
When Xiao Yuteng walked out of the mountain, he met his family members who were looking for him, only then did he realize that he had been missing for only three hours.
This experience cast a layer of mystery for the famous actor.
Ever since he learned [Ghost and God Drama], Xiao Yuteng became famous, but he also suffered from a strange problem, that is, wherever he went, if the play started, it would definitely rain heavily.
Because of this, he changed his name to [Xiao Yuteng] when he was fifteen years old.
"The Dragon King Festival is coming soon, it seems that this time is the finale of the Jiqing Class." The young man in brocade clothes grinned.
It's not bad that you can feast your eyes just after entering Pingjiang City.
"Little brother, do you like to listen to opera?"
At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice sounded in the temple.
A series of gazes cast involuntarily.
In front of the altar, a young girl was sitting with her legs crossed, with a smile on her face and a graceful body. She was covered with a wet tulle against her soft body, and the beautiful spring scenery was looming.
Such a scene immediately made the cast of eyes become hot.
"Huh?" The young man in brocade clothes wiped his saliva, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.
When he first came in, he didn't seem to have seen the girl.
"Miss, I also like to listen to operas."
Next to him, the handsome man who wanted to go back to inherit the family business came over, he stroked his stomach, and his eyes were shining with evil fire.
The girl's beautiful eyes turned lightly, she pursed her lips and smiled, thinking of the fat boy, she beckoned.
"This little clay figurine is for you."
The speaker, the girl flipped her hand, and in her slender and tender hand, there was an actor holding a big knife.
The fat boy's eyes lit up, he threw away his grandfather and rushed over.
At this moment, the boy in brocade clothes stood in front of the fat boy abruptly.
"Big brother, you're blocking me." The fat boy said in a childish voice.
The girl's beautiful eyes were light, and a cold color flashed across her pretty face.
"What is the meaning of this, son?"
"Tsk tsk, Brother Dao said that monsters are fickle, and exquisite girls are deceptive, you think I don't know?"
The young man in brocade sneered, and under the suspicious eyes of everyone, he took a step forward, his blood soaring into the sky.
"Master!?"
A strong evil spirit escaped from the girl's body, covering her in an instant, and then a rough voice came from it, like the roar of a strong man of three hundred catties.
This voice directly frightened the young man in Huafu's eyes to turn white, and he almost didn't spit out.
"Dare to be arrogant in front of the uncle? Play you to death!"
The young man in brocade stretched out his right hand, and a black talisman emerged, his blood burning like fire.
The black talisman shattered violently, turning into a huge leopard, and pounced on the strong demonic aura.
"Black Flame Leopard Talisman!"
In an instant, the roar of the leopard could be heard endlessly, and that black shadow was like a stone elephant in a temple showing its power, tearing apart the demonic energy in the sky.
"Five changes in the refining environment, drive away the evil spirits!?"
In the demonic aura, a terrified roar resounded.
Immediately afterwards, blood splashed and the black panther's sharp claws fell, the voice suddenly dissipated, and the evil spirit was extinguished like a cloud of smoke.
Everyone was in shock, but looking at it again, the black leopard turned into a talisman again and fell into the hands of the young man in brocade.
As for the girl, there was no trace left, only a pool of blood remained on the ground.
Inside the ruined temple, there was deathly silence, and eyes fell on the young man in brocade, full of awe.
If it hadn't been for the young man in brocade clothes, who would have thought that this beautiful lady would be a monster, and those who hid from the rain today would have suffered misfortune.
"Thank you benefactor for saving your life."
The old man hurriedly pulled his grandson to kneel down and thanked him. Seeing this, other people also bowed one after another. Even the handsome young man subconsciously raised his arm.
"Dare to ask benefactor Gao's name?"
The old man is grateful to Dade, his family has only one single seedling, and if there was an accident just now, he didn't know how to explain to his son under the nine springs.
"My name is Wang Xiaoyi!!" The young man in brocade clothes puffed out his chest and announced his name.