Grandpa saw him smiling with his eyebrows open, and felt that this must have happened, so he hurriedly got up and said hello to the boss of the troupe. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The boss of the drama troupe hugged his fist: "The old man doesn't have to be polite, this time we can appreciate the face and give us food, we are already grateful." Well, we're going to sing a night show tomorrow, so we'll go back and prepare first. Also, according to the rules, your lord must send someone to follow! ”

Grandpa nodded hurriedly and said to the uncle: "Boss, you follow the boss over, listen to the boss, don't break the rules!" ”

Uncle nodded, but did not answer.

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This boss doesn't seem to be simple, since he knows the rules of singing ghost shows, then he must have sung it before, and seeing him talk and laugh, he doesn't take this seriously at all.

Seeing that the uncle was about to go out with him, I glanced at Mu Yang: "I'll go too, Mu ...

Mu Yang nodded understandingly: "You're all gone, I'm embarrassed to stay here!" Let's do it together! ”

Grandpa glared: "Little San, don't be foolish, hurry up and wait for the head of the hall to rest!" ”

Tie Lao Dao laughed: "San'er will follow if you want to, right, Director Mu..." ”

Somehow, this iron old man always speaks like he has something to say.

But Mu Yang didn't care, just nodded slightly!

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Out of the house, Muyang and Uncle and I didn't speak, but Tie Lao Dao followed the troupe master, and the two talked and laughed along the way, and the three of us followed them. When we arrived at the temporary residence of the theater owner, the theater troupe owner went in to get something and asked the four of us to wait.

"Lao Tie, singing a ghost show for one night, only as long as he is paid double the play, he has a good conscience!"

I pulled out a box of Marlboros, and one of them was handed out, and said as I smoked.

Although this Tie Lao Dao is a Taoist priest, he is not taboo about anything, in his words: "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and Taishang Laojun has left it in his heart!" ”

He took two puffs of the cigarette and turned it into a cigarette butt: "Have a conscience? You fart! What he said was that the honorarium for the past ten days would be doubled, and the singer would still take the original money, and the rest would go to him! San'er, don't underestimate these people! There's a lot of it! ”

I'm not interested in how many sets of this singing drama there are at the moment. But who will pay for this money, I really want to find out: "Uncle, this money can't be released in the city, right?" ”

The uncle also finished the last puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and said after stomping it out with his foot: "Your father and the village chief have agreed, half of the village is out, and half of our family is out, and we ......"

Before he finished speaking, the owner of the troupe walked out of the door with a few large and small bags, and motioned for us to do us a favor!

I took a few bags and looked at them roughly, and there were bills, incense, and white candles.

In addition, there is a big black bag, which the owner of the troupe personally holds, and I don't know what it contains.

With these things in hand, the few of us walked down the path to the river, bypassing the dead manure pit along the way.

When we got to the place, we got on the boat.

The troupe owner lit incense around the boat, and then burned all the money, and began to chant words in his mouth.

His voice was too small, I couldn't hear what he said, and when I wanted to get closer to listen, I was pulled aside by Mu Yang: "Don't go over, he's sacrificing ghosts and gods, it's not good for your health to hear it!" ”

I glanced at the troupe owner who was still chattering like chanting scriptures, turned back to Muyang and asked, "He's a troupe boss, how can he still understand these things?" ”

Mu Yang took a moment and said: "Don't underestimate singing, they have traveled from south to north, they have encountered everything, and they have sung in any opera?" There are also some places where there is a custom that when someone dies in the family, you have to invite the troupe to sing yin opera at home and compete with ghosts! ”

I listened halfway, and nodded.

It didn't take long for the troupe owner's incense and paper to burn out.

He opened the bag he was still holding onto. A few of us leaned over, and I could see clearly that the troupe owner was holding in his hand what seemed to be sun-dried leaves.

In front of us, he wrote on each leaf, and I counted them, and he wrote nine in total.

There are mother-in-law lettering, Shiro visiting mother, snow phoenix warbler, etc.

"It's a play!"

Mu Yang was afraid that I wouldn't understand, so he explained in my ear.

After the troupe owner finished writing, he respectfully held Ye Zi in his hand, and then cautiously walked to the side of the boat, and shouted in a loud voice: "There are twenty actors from the Xiao Lizi opera troupe here today, and they will present a big drama for the Yin Gong in the evening tomorrow." The Little Plum Opera Troupe has a finale of the Grand Opera Nine Songs, please reward the princes of the Yin World for the play! ”

After the class leader finished speaking, he put the leaves in his hand on the water one by one. He turned back to a few of us and said, "Come and do us a favor, shine your flashlight, see which leaf sinks, and remember what is written on it!" ”

The leaves were put into the water, and at the beginning, the leaves did not change in the water, and they did not appear to be sinking.

But after more than 20 seconds, one of the leaves suddenly sank to the bottom of the river without warning, and my eyes were right on the leaf, and I could see clearly, my mother-in-law was tattooed.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third leaves also sank to the bottom of the river.

The railroad priest said beside him: "Make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, Snow Phoenix Warbler!" ”

Seeing that the leaves sank one by one, the class owner roughly counted them, and finally didn't care about the remaining leaves on the water: "Okay, the play is over." Railway chief, you must remember tomorrow, as long as it is dark, no one is allowed to enter and exit at will within a radius of five miles before and after this river. ”

"Put your heart in your belly! I'll find someone to seal everything within five miles of here, and no one will come over to stir up the situation!" ”

Tie Lao Dao said categorically.

"That's fine!" After the head of the class paused, he continued: "There is another thing, there are rules for singing night plays, as long as it is a night play, the master must send someone to guard the troupe, rest assured, there will be no accidents, this is just a rule." With someone from the main family sitting here, we can have peace of mind when we sing! ”

Tie Laodao nodded after hearing this, and glanced at me and the uncle: "You two are both members of the main family surnamed Zhang, who will come?" ”

The uncle did not hesitate at all, and immediately replied: "Then I'll come!" ”

"Forget it, uncle, or I'll come? Right... Commissioner? ”

I glanced at Mu Yang meaningfully and winked at him.

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