The grass on his hand is indeed miraculous, like a compass that has been pointing south, locking a place. Fortunately, my uncle drove that kind of business car, so he could barely carry so many people.

"How do you know that your senior brother is in Qi Liang to rob the land god statue?" It's okay anyway, I'm still curious.

Li Banxian kept saying that he wanted to clean up the portal, but he knew everything about his senior brother's intentions and so on, so it didn't make sense.

"My senior brother and I studied under the Yanjing Shirt Divine Calculation, and we are both orphans who were picked up by the master. It can be said that we grew up together and learned art together. My brother asked me to help him, but I didn't agree, but I knew a lot of things. Li Banxian said slowly.

His hands were crossed, his expression tense, and there was panic in his heart. Li Banxian knew his senior brother's intentions, but he didn't stop it, or he couldn't stop it. I could only watch my senior brother step into the abyss and could not do anything.

I haven't heard of Brother Li Banxian, but the Shirt God is quite famous in the art world. It is the successor of the water mirror physiognomy, and the main one is the face and palmistry, which originated from the hair of the people in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. Even the master praised the shirt god, and the two had an intersection.

In terms of physiognomy, only the linen heirs at that time could be compared to the god of shirts, but it is a pity that such a figure was made more than ten years ago. I didn't expect Brother Li Banxian to be so big.

"A few days ago, my senior brother stepped into the realm of a grandmaster. He was bent on finding Kongwu, until he encountered this sleeping land in Qiliang, and stole the idol to coerce Kongwu. Because apart from this method, he can't think of how to force out the void, that great monk is too terrible..."

At this point, he didn't say much, but explained the origin of the land clearly. But the grievances between his senior brother and his second grandfather were never discussed.

Shen is still reciting Buddhist scriptures at the moment, trying to escape from the obstacle. The second grandfather sent him just to have a grudge with that person, but is it so easy?

Under my command, it should be said that under the command of the grass, we arrived at a large mansion, outside which was full of plum trees, but after all, it was not the season to bloom.

The branches are just green leaves, lush and green, dotting the landscape.

"Plum Garden!" Uncle pushed the car door and said after being stunned for a while.

At this time, the night had already fallen, and the two big red lanterns at the door were emitting red brilliance, dazzling the two ancient characters on the plaque.

This plum garden is one of the historic sites of H Province, which dates back to 500 years ago. It is older than the old house where the master lived, and the symbolism is even more extraordinary. It has always been the object of attention of leaders at all levels.

Because it represents an extremely important part of the intangible cultural heritage of Province H. The full name of the plum garden should be called the Plum Blossom Theater, which has Han opera, Chu opera, drama, and local opera, such as Huangmei opera, flower drum opera, etc.

A hundred years ago, it was even more famous here, and all kinds of famous characters roamed in it. Even the master has always lamented that he has not heard a good show in the plum garden.

The drama in the plum garden has been played, every day, but those people are no longer there. The fragmentation of opera culture has become the eternal sigh of the older generation.

"Plum Garden, I should have guessed this a long time ago, Plum Garden!" Li Banxian muttered softly.

"What's wrong here?"

"Forty years ago, Meiyuan was no worse than any stage, and the plays in it were more comparable to big-name stars, and every scene could reach the point of sitting without emptiness. Mainly, this is where the old man used to come when he was young. ”

The old man mentioned by the uncle, you don't have to guess to know that it is the second grandfather. I always thought that the second grandfather had entered Buddhism since he was a child, but I didn't expect to be a halfway monk. At that time, he may still be a romantic genius in Jiangcheng.

"Back then, there was a horn called Dancing Butterfly, and when I was a child, I was brought by the old man to listen to her play, which was really good, throughout the ages, I dare to say that her attainments in opera are no more than five fingers."

This evaluation is not high, but the drama is a drama after all, and the singer is a singer in the end, and the annals will not add such an insignificant stroke to her.

At that time, the status of the opera was extremely low, even if it stood at the highest peak, it was just the plaything of the wealthy and nobles, and they could only make a living by selling jokes and performing arts.

In the plum garden, there is also the sound of opera playing. But it's not the real people who are on stage, but the broadcast of the electronic broadcast, which has long lost that ancient meaning. Before we could get inside, the doorkeeper stopped us.

Although there is no one in ten here, there is no room for loss.

"Excuse me, is there an old man here recently?" I stepped forward and said. At this time, my uncle was also looking for help from acquaintances, so that we could enter the plum garden smoothly.

"Are you talking about Mr. Wan?"

"Where is he?" Li Banxian was a little excited and stepped forward.

"I entered the plum garden two months ago, and this old gentleman is a person who loves music, and he donated 5 million yuan to repair the plum garden." The janitor was an old man, and he was sitting in front of the TV listening to the play when we came.

In the end, my uncle let us go in smoothly through the relationship. Vermilion paint stained the lintel pillars, carved beams and painted buildings, and there were more plum trees inside than outside.

From this, you can think of the spectacular scene when people came and went, listening to the drama one after another. I couldn't help but speed up a few points.

The cyan stone slabs left a dull sound of footsteps. We all have our own thoughts, but at this time, everyone's idea is to find the so-called Mr. Wan Lao.

"Du Wei! Du Wei! I can't imagine that this rolling Yangtze River is the place where you are buried! ”

"The old gentleman's favorite thing to listen to is this Du Shi Niang, I have to listen to it several times every night, and I heard that it is the version of the opera butterfly dance back then." The gatekeeper said yes, and then left.

Na Du Shi Niang's voice stopped abruptly, and in front of us was a side room, there was no light bulb in the courtyard, and it was still the big red lantern. It seems to have taken us to more than forty years ago.

"Since you're here, come in!"

The voice was slightly hoarse, Li Banxian took the lead in pushing the door of the vermilion lacquer room open, and it was an old man in a flower armor who was leaning on the recliner at the entrance. Compared to Li Banxian, he was older, his hair was already gray, and there was a small radio on his left hand.

"Senior brother!"

"Little Lizi, you're here too!" The old man smiled, as if he didn't know what we were coming for, and his eyes swept over everyone, and finally showed a faint disappointment.

He sighed, "Song Jiayuan still refuses to come to see me?" He only knows that I have a demon in my heart, but why is he not cowardly? I don't even have the courage to see me. ”

"The abbot only said that he should see and see, and he should not see him and never see him." Put your hands together deeply.

"I haven't seen him in forty years! He won't come to force him like this? ”

"Senior brother, you still can't let go of that incident. It's been so many years, why can't you let it go? Li Banxian said bitterly, "Isn't it okay to inherit the master's Taoist system with peace of mind and carry forward my water mirror?" ”

"Isn't there still you?" Thousands of smoke said lightly, Li Banxian's heart was shocked, he couldn't take these words anymore.

"I pay attention to the calm mind and appearance, and you are more suitable than me. The master said at the beginning, I have a great calamity, isn't this calamity coming? Otherwise, you won't be able to find it. ”

His calmness and calmness are surprising, and everything is a breeze on his face and a smile.

"Song family, have you provoked Mr.?" Uncle couldn't swallow this breath, "Why do you want to set up such a vicious situation." ”

"Placing the land temple in front of the grave, do you really want the Song family to cut off their children and grandchildren, and the family will be ruined?" I also hated that for whatever reason, he had gone too far.

Wan Qianyan was slightly stunned, "Feng Shui was broken by you?" ”

His hand began to pinch rapidly, pinching his fingers to count. The earth god in my pocket suddenly flashed with divine light.

"Offense to the deity, deserve punishment!"

This is cause and effect, and there is no escape. Thousands of smoke snorted, his eyes widened in shock, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Senior brother!" Li Banxian just wanted to step forward, but Wan Qianyan waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

"Isn't this statue of the god of the land sleeping for thirty years, why is it awakened today? No wonder you can find it, but I don't know it. In the end, Song Jiayuan was not forced out. ”

He didn't feel emotional because he was hurt by the land, but just because the second grandfather didn't come, and his mind fluctuated violently.

"Butterfly Dance!" His old hand pressed the radio switch, and Du Shi Niang's sad and unwilling voice sounded again, "He, don't you feel sorry for you?" Are you really willing to forgive him? ”

"No, you will, I won't. I must make him kowtow before your ashes and admit his mistakes! ”

"Donor, you're in love. Everything in the world is destined to die, and there is a fixed number, so why should you be obsessed? When the abbot decided to practice Buddhism, he no longer cared about the world, and everything in the red dust was cut off from him, regardless of the past, regardless of the past. Shen said lightly.

"You little monk shouldn't be able to say such things, this is what the bald donkey taught you! Let me let go of the impossible, he is escaping when he cultivates Buddhism, what kind of man is he? Dare to do it or not, how can he be worthy of Butterfly Dance's love? He thought that by becoming a monk, he would be able to wash away his sins? ”

Thousands of smoke stood up violently and picked up a box. Pressed tightly to his face, tears bloomed from his eyes, "Butterfly Dance, do you hear me?" This is what he told you, why you chose him instead of me in the first place! ”

This hoarse cry could no longer be heard by the departed Iraqi.

"Senior brother! Don't go wrong any longer. If you think about the master's expectations for you, he regretted it when he was dying, he shouldn't have let you come to Jiangcheng, let alone let you see the butterfly dance. Li Banxian shook his head and said.

"I can't turn back, it's my calamity. When I saw the butterfly dance, I missed it for life. I never regret it, all I want is for that coward of Song Jiayuan to admit his mistake! As for the master, I'll talk about it when I go down! ”

Wan Qianyan was determined to die, but he forgot that this was not only a grudge between him and his second grandfather, but also a grudge with the Song family.

It is said that the disaster will not affect his family, and his approach is really insulting.

"The second grandfather won't come, I still have an account to settle with you here!"