In the thirteenth year of Hongwu, the fifteenth Lantern Festival of the first month, the city god temple fair is very lively, and today is also the day when various places outside the city gather together to race Guanyin. Dozens of "Guanyin" dressed in white, draped in white veil, holding jade bottles, and sprinkling water with willow branches, stood on their own papier-mâché lotus platforms, carried by eight strong men, and □□ around the Chenghuang Temple fair. (To put it simply, it is the finals of the Guanyin COS conference)

After thousands of years of secularization of Buddhism in the Central Plains, Guanyin, the Buddha, changed from a man to a woman, from a man who picks his feet to a beautiful, kind, ascetic and symbolic of fertility, which is in line with the world's perfect imagination of women, and is the most down-to-earth god and Buddha.

On the fifteenth day of the first month of the first month of Jinling, the tradition of racing lanterns at night has a long history, when the temple fair races Guanyin, there are often crowds of people, and the various Guanyin from the appearance to the eyes of the person are judged, and its formation is much more lively than the selection of Oiran in the Qinglou of the Qinhuai River.

Because it represents the faces of all places, Guanyin is mostly a good family beauty selected from all over the world, and sometimes there is really no woman with outstanding appearance, so he pooled money to invite the Oiran lady of the Qinglou or the boudoir of the opera troupe to replace him.

Guanyin wants to be beautiful, but also beautiful out of the dust, there is no fireworks, and Guanyin, played by several Qinglou women, occasionally can't help but flatter her eyes and reveal the wind

The dust was immediately coaxed by the onlookers, and they fled off the lotus platform in embarrassment.

In this way, they circled around the city god temple fair, □□, praised, coaxed, and eliminated round by round to compete, and in the afternoon, three Guanyin were selected to start the final competition.

Three Guanyin stood on a lotus platform converted from a huge drum, sixteen palanquin men carried □□, all of them were fluttering in white clothes, fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a swimming dragon, cloud temples, eyebrows and Lianjuan, not eating fireworks, seemingly ruthless and moving, beautiful and unbearable blasphemy, seeing passers-by are dull eyes, stupidly follow the lotus platform, I don't know which one to choose.

"The Guanyin in the middle is good-looking, and the wind blowing the small waist will swing up."

"Guanyin should be dignified, and the wind will tremble, I'm afraid that the lotus platform will not be able to stand steadily. I think the one on the left is good, a gust of north wind blows, only the white yarn is floating, standing on the lotus platform with a jade vase and not moving, this is the fairy. ”

"We are the living Guanyin of the competition, and we are not the clay fetal gods in the temple, you don't care if they move, just look good."

"Just look good? You should be the green building to choose the Oiran, it's not serious. ”

As soon as the words fell, another gust of north wind blew, the first month was still cold, Guanyin was only wearing a white gauze skirt, shivering under the cold wind, the most slender figure, the most delicate Guanyin immediately broke the gong, couldn't help sneezing, snot and tears flowed together, and was immediately coaxed off the lotus platform by the onlookers, and missed the opportunity.

On the lotus stage, the two Guanyin began the final showdown. The Guanyin on the left itself is Jinling's most popular boudoir, often playing Guanyin on the stage, he walked around the lotus platform familiarly, holding a bottle in his left hand, and throwing water with willow branches in his right hand, with a compassionate demeanor, as if Guanyin was born.

Many fans of the boudoir scrambled to the front, shouting loudly, "Guanyin, Guanyin!" "Those people who were fortunate enough to be sprinkled with water on their faces were reluctant to wipe their faces, as if they had been sprinkled with fairy water.

Guanyin on the right also showed a trick, only to see its lotus steps move slightly, and his feet actually took off, like the flying goddess on the mural, the tail of the white gauze skirt fluttered in the north wind, Guanyin was like standing in the clouds, steadily "floating" in the center of the lotus platform!

The onlookers were silent at first, and then shouted, "Guanyin has appeared!" Immediately, there were many believing men and women kneeling down in front of the lotus platform.

The winner is decided.

The defeated Boudoir Dan Guanyin saw a thin steel wire on the lotus platform, this is the truth of the opponent's bizarre "flying sky", and the boudoir Dan lost his heart to convinc: the skills are not pressing, who will teach others to walk the tightrope, is this Guanyin juggling? Why haven't you heard of such a person in Jinling......

The victorious Guanyin enjoyed the lotus seat alone, and circled the temple of the city god, receiving the cheers of the people, and dispersed at dusk. Guanyin wiped the oil paint off his face with a cloth dipped in hot water in a remote hut in the City God Temple.

The lieutenant chief of Jinling Chengnan smiled and handed him a red envelope, "This is fifteen times, the reward for the victory of Sai Guanyin, you can be regarded as winning glory for our Chengnan, who will dare to say that there are no beauties in our Chengnan in the future." ”

Guanyin opened the red seal and took a look, with a cold snort, the red seal fell on the old face of the elder, and fifteen new clusters of Daming treasure banknotes fell to the ground.

"The reward for the victory of Guanyin in the City God Race is 30 yuan, and if you say that you have half and I have half, we will all benefit. But you take fifteen treasure bills to perfunctory me, the emperor has printed too many treasure money, this thing is not worth anything at all, many shops do not accept treasure money at all, only silver and copper money, what should I do with fifteen treasure money? It's too hard to wipe your ass! ”

Li Chang's face was cold, "You are a foreigner, it's not bad to give you fifteen treasure money, dare to be angry with the old man, do you really think you are Guanyin?" Believe it or not, the old man made you northern refugees unable to mix in the south of the city? ”

Although the Ming Dynasty has been founded, but the northwest is always in turmoil, there are constantly displaced people to the south, in order to settle the displaced people, maintain stability, Emperor Hongwu ordered the displaced people can be attached, attached to pay taxes, to military service.

Guanyin did not show weakness, "We gave you all our net worth last year, and under your guarantee, we attached a household registration in the south of the city, entered the yellow register of household registration in the capital, and are serious about paying taxes, going to conscription, and military service. If you dare to deduct my reward, I will poke out your corruption and bribery, how many taels of silver will be cut off and skinned for embezzlement? Next year, I will come to Saiguanyin again, I am afraid that there will be one more human skin in the human skin hall of this City God Temple. ”

Last year, this group of displaced people from the north entered the capital, made a living as an artist, and bribed him with a lot of money, successfully entered the household registration in the south of the city, and gained a firm foothold in the capital.

Money is important, but thinking of the eerie and terrifying human skin hall of the City God Temple, the chief couldn't help but shudder, and counted out fifteen copper coins from his baggage and threw them to Guanyin, "Here you go!" ”

Guanyin put fifteen guan into the blanket and arched his hand: "Thank you, don't forget to look for me if you have such a good thing in the future." You take half of it, I take half of it, and everyone will get rich together. Fishing in the dry water will not last long. ”

The lieutenant flicked his sleeves and left. Guanyin washed off the oil paint, he was actually a handsome young man, he was wearing coarse cloth and short cotton, wearing a dogskin hat covering his ears, his hands were □□ on his chest, he was warmed by his sleeves, he was hunched back, looked around, and immediately melted into the ordinary people who had just entered the city to visit the temple fair to watch the excitement, and no one could recognize him as the winner of this year's Guanyin.

He walked slowly to a small stall in the temple fair, bought two pieces of hot glutinous rice cakes, and while eating, he walked in the direction of the Jinling city wall.

Every year on the night of the Lantern Festival, Jinling has opened a curfew, carnival all night, the people of Jinling can wear white silk jackets on this day, climb the wide city wall to walk all kinds of diseases.

Six companions were waiting in front of the wonton stall under the city wall, and when they saw the young man coming, they hurriedly greeted him, "Boss! Heard you won? Did you get the money? ”

The young man opened his coat, and his companions saw the heavy fifteen yuan and exclaimed, "Wonderful! You don't have to worry about spending money for three months! Let's stop performing today, let's go through all kinds of diseases with them. ”

The young man took out twelve copper coins to settle the account of the wonton stall, and said with a cold face: "Do you remember what we climbed the snowy mountains, crossed the dense forest, and came to Daming for nine deaths?" ”

The companions lowered their heads and said in unison, "Sue the royal court." ”

The young man said, "That's right. Tonight is a rare opportunity, many people on the Jinling city wall are walking on the top of the disease, I heard that the emperor and queen of the Ming Dynasty, the prince and princess sometimes travel in micro-clothes, and all kinds of dignitaries, if our performance is seen by them, there will be a chance to see the Ming Emperor sue the emperor. ”

One companion asked, "What if no one understands our performance, and it's just a grandstanding farce?" ”

The young man paused and said, "Someone will understand, let's go." ”

Seven people climbed the city wall, found a wide place and pulled up a hemp rope, beat the gongs and drums, and played the sheng song, which attracted some people to watch by virtue of the sound, and a companion put on a black mask, held a broken fan, jumped on the hemp rope, and walked in the air on the rope the thickness of a finger, as if walking on the ground.

The juggler stands in the middle of the hemp rope, spins and jumps with the rhythm of the drum, and with the rebound of the hemp rope, the higher and higher he jumps, the more he jumps, the more he jumps, the more agile he is, as if he is about to fall from the high city wall, thrilling, and the onlookers cheer.

The young man threw a chair to the juggler, who sat on a rope and sat on it wadding, still balancing.

The artist unfolded the broken fan and pretended to say: "I am the lord of a small country in the north, and it is a place where there are so many ginsengs that you can eat them as noodles." Don't look at me wearing too little clothes, because I eat too much ginseng, and I am also on fire on the day of the first month! ”

The onlookers laughed, and one of them shouted, "You're talking about Goryeo, right?" Ginseng is abundant there! ”

The artist put the broken fan into the palm of his hand, "You! It's you! Know so much! Someone's coming, cut off his head! ”

The onlookers burst into laughter.

At this time, the young man stuffed a leather ball into his stomach and put on a white mask, the mask was a woman with pink cheeks and red lips, and the young man twisted three times and shouted, "King! King! I'm going to give birth! Ouch, it hurts me. ”

The artist pretending to be the king dozed off with squinting on the hemp rope chair, and said indifferently: "Ai Concubine, if you have something to find the prime minister, you have nothing to do to retreat, don't disturb my sleep!" ”

The people laughed.

Concubine Ai covered her stomach and rolled around, "Prime Minister, Lover, our child is about to be born!" ”

An artist dressed in a broken □□ hurriedly ran over, ripped off the belt of Aifei's trousers, and shouted: "Hard, hard, the child has seen his head!" Ah-no, don't give birth, hold back, this child looks exactly like me, and when the king sees it, our family of three will be beheaded! ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Ai Concubine" raised her head painfully and said to the onlookers: "If you want to see me give birth, reward me with a few copper plates, and buy me an old hen to promote milk!" ”

The rained copper coins were thrown on the bulging belly of the "Ai Fei", and the Ai Fei moaned/groaned in pain, and finally gave birth to a big fat boy! The artist with a long beard drilled out of the crotch / under the "love concubine", wore it outside the big red belly pocket, and imitated the cry of a baby, which was quite funny.

The prime minister and lover hugged his "son" who was bigger than himself, and said with a sad face: "What can I do? Exactly the same as me. ”

The onlookers laughed.

"Ai Fei" jumped on the hemp rope, held a wine jug, and approached the sleeping king seductively, "I gave birth to a son for the king, please drink this cup to the king." ”

The king drank it all and went back to sleep. Concubine Ai tried the king's snort and panicked, "Yo, why don't you die after drinking poisonous wine?" You have to force me to do a trick! ”

The concubine unbuckled her trousers and pointed her ass at the king, only to hear a pop, and the king fell down from the hemp rope with a chair, and was caught by two artists, and shouted: "The king is dead!" ”

The king was killed by a fart, and the onlookers laughed from ear to ear.

The concubine and the prime minister carried their son in a red cloth hood onto a chair, and on the hemp rope, they continued to stage the farce of the new king's accession to the throne, the eradication of dissidents, and the framing of Zhongliang, and told bloody stories with absurd and bizarre burlesques.

Xu Miaoyi, who was crowded among the onlookers, heard the sound outside the strings, and whispered to Ma Sanbao beside her: "What the hell is going on in Goryeo, secretly check the origin of these people." ”

Sooner or later, he will have to go to Yandi to become a vassal, and Goryeo is a tricky neighbor who has changed his face like a flip book, so he has to guard against it. 166 Reading Network