The so-called Lao Lang God is not only the ancestor of Liyuan Xing, but also their belief.

However, as for who this patriarch is, the answer is not unique.

Accounts differ and opinions vary.

Some people say that he is the god of Xichuan Guankou (Erlang God), but more people believe that he is the emperor of Tang Ming.

Who is Lao Lang God, Cheng Qiaoyi can't know the truth.

After all, this issue has been discussed for hundreds of years without a conclusive conclusion. People don't seem to care about who the old god is, but whether there is such a god who can sustenance their spirit.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qiaoyi couldn't help but sigh.

This kind of belief is hard to see in modern times, and most of them have been discarded as feudal dross.

In front of me is a lively scene of hundreds of people gathering, anyway, in modern times...... Cheng Qiaoyi has never heard of any activities that can be so lively.

After communicating with the man along the way, Cheng Qiaoyi knew that the troupe he was currently in was called Qinghua Class.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, when he first entered the dungeon, he was also a member of the Qinghua class. However, that Qinghua class has no resemblance to the current one.

At present, this Qinghua class is an insignificant opera troupe in Beijing, and it has never produced any famous roles, and its singing is all ordinary dramas, and most of the people who come to listen to the drama on weekdays are neighbors, and all they charge is tea money.

Cheng Qiaoyi is already a big and small character in this troupe.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to participate in the sacrifice with his fame.

Since the establishment of the Liyuan Trade Union in Beijing, these activities have been taken over by the Liyuan Trade Union, and the troupe is no longer allowed to go out to worship without permission.

This sacrifice was prepared by the Beijing Liyuan Trade Union.

Each troupe has more or less a few places, except for the class owner who is unified at the front, the rest is the number of places allocated according to the size of the troupe and the position of the station.

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't have much feeling about his position, but the eyes of the man next to him were already full of dissatisfaction: "Qiaoyi, what do you say!"

"Every time we come, we can only stand at the end, I am not as good as others, so naturally I don't have any opinions," he frowned: "But, why can even those people be in front!"

Cheng Qiaoyi looked in the direction he was looking at, and saw that it was a young man who looked relatively delicate.

"Hashichi, aren't you angry?"

"Huh?" Cheng Qiaoyi was a little confused by his question: "Why should I be angry?"

The man was indignant: "That stinky boy, I still worshipped you as a teacher before! I have only been in the big opera troupe for a long time, and I have been praised as a little horn and I have begun to know the north, south, south, and north! I don't know if I see the master!"

Cheng Qiaoyi didn't know what to say, he didn't have any impression of these things: "...... Everyone has their own development, and we just need to do what is in front of us. ”

After holding it for a long time, he finally said a sentence of chicken soup.

But he still couldn't help but look at the boy a few more times.

The teenager is very good-looking, and it is a modern popular type of small fresh meat, which looks refreshing and refreshing.

"You......" The man also saw Cheng Qiaoyi's gaze, and couldn't help sighing: "You don't care, and I can't say anything." You're just too soft-hearted. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi smiled undeniably.

"Bell—"

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly broke out, and the originally noisy crowd quickly quieted down.

"Six o'clock—"

"Welcome to God!"

A voice came from the front of the line.

It's hard to imagine that a person's pure flesh voice can speak so loudly.

As soon as the words fell, suona, gongs and drums rang out in unison, and the whole street came alive at once.

Many of the people who lived on either side of the street poked their heads out of their homes and watched the mighty procession go away.

It wasn't until he walked up that Cheng Qiaoyi realized that the boxes stacked on the side of the road were also props for this sacrifice.

There were even people on stilts and lions dancing. It doesn't look so lively.

Along the way, I practiced while walking, and when I passed by the bustling area, I would stop and perform for a while.

There are more and more onlookers, and people are crowded on both sides of the road......

This is a grand occasion that Cheng Qiaoyi has never seen.

Although he was only the least noticeable of them, he still felt countless eyes condensed on him.

This road is not too long, but it gives him the illusion of a 100,000 long march.

Noon.

The group finally arrived at the restaurant, and his clothes were completely soaked with sweat.

"Who is he?"

Cheng Qiaoyi looked at the person in front of him who offered incense to the statue of Lao Lang and asked.

The man just glanced at it, and he had an answer in his heart: "That's the director of this year's Liyuan Trade Union, and he is also singing, don't you know?"

Cheng Qiaoyi shook his head slightly.

Whether the original body knew it or not, it was unknown to him anyway.

When the trade union directors came down with a set of three kowtows, the Kunqu opera "Chaotianzi" was immediately played on both sides.

The music sounded, and Cheng Qiaoyi and the others finally had a chance to enter.

He followed the army into the courtyard and followed them with a three prostrations.

Cheng Qiaoyi has never been a person of faith, but after this set, he only felt that the blood in his heart was about to boil.

It's no wonder that no matter what you do, you have to find a faith.

Cheng Qiao watched intently as the master of the inspection site carefully placed the godly things and burned the worship money in front of the courtyard.

None of this was something he had ever seen before, and he felt new to everything.

"What is this doing?"

Cheng Qiaoyi suddenly saw a big red carpet spread out in the courtyard, and couldn't help asking.

The man looked at Cheng Qiaoyi a little strangely: "What's wrong with you today? Are you really sick from the wind?"

Cheng Qiaoyi: ......

However, the man still gave an explanation: "Isn't this going to be a show, you just watch it, and I didn't let you go up." ”

"Show?"

"Yes, the show," the man didn't reply: "Seriously, I've watched this "Sealed Phase" one hundred and eighty times, and I'll go up and try it one day!"

"Uncle Zhao, do you also want to act?"

Cheng Qiaoyi and the man turned back together when they heard this.

I saw that it was the handsome young man who spoke, and he didn't know when he stood next to them.

The young man pursed his lips: "If you want to act, I'll go to the director, and I recommend you to try it out in Ming'er?"

Hearing this, the man hurriedly waved his hand: "I just said to play, no need!"

The young man looked serious: "You are a friend of the master, and the master treats me well, so I naturally have to honor you well!"

The man looked at him and nodded slowly.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, the young man immediately turned to Cheng Qiaoyi, and stopped talking.

"Master......"

Cheng Qiaoyi has no memory of him, and he doesn't know how the original body gets along with him at all.

Speechless.

After a moment, Cheng Qiao swallowed his saliva, but decided to break the silence by himself: "How are you doing?"

When the young man heard this, he immediately responded: "I've been doing well lately, and the class leader also values me very much...... saying this, the young man paused: "But I don't want you to be like this, you are not worthy of being like this!"

He raised his eyes and looked into Cheng Qiaoyi's eyes: "I know that you don't want fame and fortune, and if you make up your mind, whatever I say in the future won't work." So I won't mention it to you, but that's what I want to say. And then there's ...... I've been away from you for a long time, so remember to take care of yourself. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi bowed slightly.

He could see the sincerity in the boy's eyes.

However, he didn't understand a word of what the boy said, except to ask him to take care of his body......