My Weird Life

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

  Old Daoist 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 Dharma veins of Daomen and Dao altars are declining, but the power of Buddhism and Wumen Dao altars is strong.

  This is God’s will,

  Why do you have to go against the destiny? "

  Old Taoist Yuanqing was talking, and cried sadly again.

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

  Reverend Chilong frowned at him for a while, didn't say anything to him, turned around and said to Su Wu, "I'm going to stew the chicken."

   spoke,

   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 Yuanqing raised his eyes to look at Su Wu—a few gleams of light 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, it was the old Taoist who harmed them." I lost them..."

   "If you want to come, you are also a master of transmission in a Taoist altar,

  How could it be so easy for the whole family and disciples to be controlled by the Huntian Taoist altar? "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,

  My words were not delivered well, and the third young master was killed,

  There is no end to this…”

   "It seems that

  They did have the motive to kill 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 Daoist Yuan Qing, which made the old Daoist look miserable and bowed his head in silence.

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

  They will even think that you have joined the sect of the "Red Dragon Master", and they will even 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 was 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—won’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 him all over the house?!"

   "Exactly." Su Wu nodded.

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

   Finally,

  He stopped talking suddenly, paused,

   Changing his words, he said again: "It seems that there is only one way to go in the poor way."

  Su Wu looked at him expressionlessly, 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',

  Nine living rooms, all gathered a large number of soldiers and horses..."

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

  …

   Broke inside the temple.

  Realist 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 is rising,

  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,

  The repertoire is not too much,

  A zaju like "Mu Lian Jing Saves His 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 and go!"

  Reverend Chilong parked his scooter in a remote place. Relying on his tall and burly stature, 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 in.

  Yuanqing followed Su Wuhou,

   I just feel that the more I go in, the more difficult it is.

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

  The purple-clothed young Taoist at the front did not know what to do,

  Every time someone crowded towards him, they would pass him by unconsciously.

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

  Yuanqing, who was at the end, suffered a lot. He was squeezed into the crowd by many people, unable to enter or retreat. 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 Jing Saves Mother".

  Theatrical heritage 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 **** to save his mother. In folklore, this "Mugallana" is often compared with " Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva' is confused.

  The drama Su Wu and Chi Long watched today,

  Play to the end,

   There is also the acrobatics of Venerable Moggallana, who has cultivated the right fruit, is located in hell, and is revered as the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

   It also attracted applause from the people.

  The two are in the crowd,

   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 this play doesn’t sing well,

  Too soft, too soft..."

  He was talking, and hummed a few lines of drama in his mouth,

   raised the tune again, still felt that the taste was not right, and shook his head repeatedly: "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 the master's cart, Su Wu also saw an old pipa.

  Here,

  The performance on the stage is still the same,

  But the crowd of people watching around gradually decreased.

  The sky gradually darkened for some reason,

   In just two or 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 around him. He saw the musician on the stage playing the pipa, and suddenly turned his head and said to Su Wu: "Bring that pipa."

  Su Wu nodded,

  From the wooden box folded into a huge bookcase-like wooden box behind him, he raised a lute and handed it to Chilong Zhenren.

  Real Chilong took the pipa, sat cross-legged on the floor, and played a few times following 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 reached out 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 with it a few times...

  'A Laugh from the Sea'...

  The familiar melody 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,

   bowed his head and stroked the strings again,

  The melody popped up again—'A Laugh from the Sea'.

   "No words?

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

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

   Maestro Chilong was indignant.

  Su Wu's face was expressionless.

  Look around,

  The sky is getting darker,

  Yuan Qing, who was dragged down by Su Wu on purpose or not, has already disappeared at this time.

  There are no actors and actresses 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 seems that there is only this pair of master and apprentice left.

  (end of this chapter)