Yellow Spring Taboo

Chapter 67 Nightmare Cycle
The song of Kunqu Opera Farewell My Concubine obviously came from this mouth, and while he was singing, he would gesticulate with his orchid fingers from time to time, which felt as awkward as possible.

I took a deep breath and hurriedly kept myself calm, then I closed and opened my eyes, and when I looked at this person again, I found that there was an extremely strong yin energy all over his body, I was almost sure, This guy must be a ghost.

In my mind, what the villager said to me earlier came to mind. He said that there is another name for Qingfeng Temple, which is Chuandanzhong.

I didn't understand what it meant at the time, but now it seems that it has something to do with Sichuan Opera.

Although I have been reminding myself not to be afraid, because with my current strength, it is easy to deal with ordinary wandering ghosts, but I still feel very hairy in my heart.

At this time, the man had already walked to the gate of the temple. He had obviously spotted me, and he looked me up and down with a strange look in his eyes.

I was staring at him for a while, and I was about to draw the palm thunder spell book to pat him, but this guy smiled at me very politely, saying that this little brother is also staying here?Where are you going?
I subconsciously stopped drawing the talisman. Although this man was filled with a strong Yin Qi, I didn't feel that he threatened me at all. I even felt that this guy didn't even know that he was dead.

Suddenly, I couldn't help but feel curious about this person. I heard from the villagers that this Taoist temple has been dilapidated for nearly a hundred years, and they call it Chuandanzhong, which means that this weird Kunqu opera singing has been around for decades. It has been heard by the villagers here. In this way, is it possible that this guy has been singing here for more than half a century?
But, it shouldn't be, if he really sang here for so long, how could it be possible that he didn't know that he was dead until now?

The more I think about it, the more curious I become about this guy. Finally, after weighing it up, I plan not to deal with him for now. My strong curiosity drives me to figure out this matter thoroughly.

I wiped off the charm in my palm, nodded to this man with a smile, and said yes, what a coincidence, is my eldest brother going to spend the night here too? Where are you going?
The man put the books on his back into a box with a smile, then sat down and took a sip of water, then delicately raised his orchid fingers to wipe off the water stains on the corners of his mouth, and replied, "Xiaosheng is going to Sichuan University." Yi County, congratulate Marshal Liu on his birthday, but because of something at home, the theater troupe left a day earlier, and I am chasing my troupe!"

As soon as I heard it, I was amazed at the time, and hurriedly said that the Marshal Liu you mentioned is Liu Xiang, a famous warlord in Sichuan?

The man nodded and said yes, Marshal Liu will turn 39 in three days, and our theater troupe is rushing to perform for his birthday.

Immediately a storm surged in my heart. This Liu Xiang was a famous warlord in the period of the Republic of China, and he made great achievements in the subsequent war of resistance. He was a great hero. His deeds were widely spread in our area. In 39, died in [-], and the [-]-year-old in this population, doesn't it seem to him that it is now [-]?

Sure enough, I guessed it right. This guy has been dead for nearly 90 years. I became more curious about him, and said, brother, I just heard you singing while walking, but is it Farewell My Concubine in Kunqu Opera?
The man looked happy and said, brother, you also know Kunqu opera?You are right, it is a part of Farewell My Concubine, and I am playing the role of Huadan in it.

I said oh, and said that Huadan is not usually performed by women, but you?

The man smiled again and said that there was no other way, the female role in our troupe was taken over by a squire a year ago, and then the troupe leader couldn't find a suitable one, so he asked me to temporarily replace her.

I took another look at this Huadan, no wonder he is so handsome, and has a feminine air, originally to sing the role of this Huadan.

After that, I chatted with this Huadan for a while. Although I knew that he had been dead for many years, I didn't feel so scared after that. At the same time, I also learned a lot of knowledge about Sichuan opera and the history of the Republic of China from him. I didn't pay much attention to some famous events during the period, so I just listened to them as stories.

That night, this Huadan and I slept in Qingfeng Temple. Although I knew that he was not hostile to me, and he didn't even know that he was dead, but I still kept my mind, but until dawn, He didn't pose any threat to me.

Around five o'clock in the morning, that Huadan woke me up and said that it was time for him to go on the road, would you like me to go with him.

I hastily said no, and I was not in a hurry. I waited until dawn before leaving, and Huadan bid me farewell and left the Taoist temple.

After Huadan left, I got up immediately, looked at the back of the other party, and couldn't help smiling. After that, I started to meditate on a big rock on the mountain. During the day, I studied Huangquanshu and Maoshan Secret Records.

At this time, it was gradually getting dark, and I ate some dry food as the day before, then went to wash my face and prepared to go to bed, but to my surprise, it was at that point last night that a burst of familiar The Kunqu opera "Farewell My Concubine" came to my ears again.

I was startled, and suddenly I got up from the ground, then strode towards the door of the Taoist temple, and saw that Huadan who was wearing a white gown, carrying a dressing box, and wearing a phoenix hat appeared again. out of my sight.

He was still dressed like yesterday, he still walked up the mountain from the path that appeared yesterday, he was still humming the same tune as yesterday, and then walked towards Qingfeng Temple on my side.

I was puzzled, this guy obviously left last night, why would he appear in the same way at this time today?

I was just about to ask Hua Dan why he came back, but he was the first to speak, and he said exactly the same thing as yesterday: "This little brother is staying here too? Where are you going?"

He doesn't know me anymore?

I gasped, subconsciously imitating yesterday's words and replied: "Yeah, what a coincidence, is your eldest brother going to stay here too? Where are you going?"

To my surprise, he even moved exactly the same as yesterday. He put the book on his back into a box with a smile, then sat down and took a sip of water, and pointed at the corner of his mouth delicately. Wiping off the water stains, he replied: "Xiaosheng is going to Dayi County, Sichuan, to celebrate Marshal Liu's birthday, but because of something at home, the troupe left a day earlier, and I'm chasing my troupe!"

As soon as I heard it, I hurriedly said again that the Marshal Liu you mentioned in your mouth is Liu Xiang, a famous warlord in Sichuan?

The man nodded and said yes, Marshal Liu will turn 39 in three days, and our theater troupe is rushing to perform for his birthday
At this moment, my whole mind has been completely confused. This Hua Dan can't remember what happened when he met me yesterday, and all the actions he made after he appeared today are exactly the same as what he did yesterday.

So, I thought back to the way I chatted with him yesterday, and I chatted with him until midnight, and at about five o'clock in the morning the next day, Hua Dan woke up, packed my luggage and woke me up, saying that he wanted to Hurry up and ask me if I want to go on the road with him.

I still shook my head and said no, I am not in a hurry, I will leave after dawn.

After Huadan went down the mountain, she was still humming the scalp-numbing Kunqu opera. I continued to meditate on the big rock on the mountain just like yesterday, and then I recited Huangquan books and studied Maoshan Secret Records during the day.

On the third night, at the same time, the voice of Hua Dan came from that path again. He was still dressed like that, and walked towards the Taoist temple on my side.

Everything was exactly the same as the previous two days. I looked at this Huadan who was on the road every day, and I had to get to know him again in this way every day. A kind of sadness couldn't help rising from the bottom of my heart.

Fourth day.
fifth day.
The sixth day. This Huadan will appear at that time!Get to know me anew.

I suddenly understood why the villagers here would call this Qingfeng temple a Chuandan tomb. The reason is that they might be able to vaguely hear the voice of Huadan singing Sichuan opera coming from the Taoist temple at this time every day. They always thought that there was a ghost singing Sichuan opera living here, singing opera to pass the time every day, which was true, but they didn't know that this ghost singing Sichuan opera didn't even know that he had become a ghost.

He just rushed up the mountain day after day, then rested in the meditation, and then left in the early morning of the next day. In the blink of an eye, nearly a century has passed!
(End of this chapter)