Chen Yaobing and the servants have been gone for a long time and haven't come back, and there is a faint demonic aura here, which looks very wrong! Yanli simply jumped out of the carriage and slowly walked towards the Land Temple.

The moon has risen, the dead leaves on the ground are clicking, the cold air in the woods is getting heavier, and the sound of human music is heard in the distance, I heard that this land temple is often used as a village opera temple fair before it is abandoned, and there is no one after a fire disaster, even the official road has even changed, at this time I heard the sound of someone singing, I couldn't help but feel creepy, and Yanli couldn't help but hold the umbrella and sword in my arms.

She walked into the dilapidated gate, the moonlight was bright, and there were people playing and singing on the dilapidated stage in the distance, and two Hua Dan, one white and one green, were babbling and singing in the center of the stage. There were more than a dozen spectators sitting on the row of benches under the stage, and Yanli saw that the person sitting at the front near the stage was Chen Yaobing.

With the start of the play, more and more people came to join in the fun and watch the play.

Chen Yaobing looked intently at the characters on the stage, and now he was playing the most exciting "White Lady Flooded Jinshan Temple", and the row of flags was danced by the actors to flutter in the wind, vividly. At first glance, it looks like a trickle of water is pouring out of it! Chen Yao Bing was amazed, and if he looked closely, the water flowed more and more, and the water momentum became bigger and bigger, and in a blink of an eye, it had changed from a trickle to a ferocious flood, spiraling and pouring down from the center of the stage, rushing straight in front of him with the cold smell of water, and he was instantly choked by his throat and couldn't breathe! Chen Yaobing was so frightened that he was covered in sweat, and he wanted to struggle but found that he couldn't move his hands and feet! Just as he was about to be swallowed up by the flood, suddenly—

"Wake up! Wake up! Chen Yaobing suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that there was no flood! Yanli was standing behind him, glaring at him, "You're asleep, wake up!" ”

Chen Yaobing wiped the sweat from his forehead, he was attracted by the sound and wanted to listen to only a few words, but as soon as he sat down, he was intoxicated like a demon and couldn't get up again, and he didn't know that he was in a dream.

"Oh, I'm ashamed, Xiaosheng is asleep."

When you are asleep, you are clearly under witchcraft! Yanli just wanted to speak, and suddenly two people walked over next to her.

"Could it be that we didn't act well and let the son doze off?"

Yanli looked up and saw that the two actors had stepped off the stage at some point, and were looking at them with a smile in their eyes. The one in white said, "This boy fell asleep just now?" ”

Chen Yaobing arched his hand and said: "I'm really embarrassed, the two bosses acted so well, I was fascinated, and somehow, I fell asleep." I'm still watching you act in my dream, but I don't know how ...... on stage"

"What's on stage?" The man in the green coat laughed.

Chen Yaobing was embarrassed to talk about his dream, so he had to say: "It's not enough to compensate the two bosses." ”

"White Lady" said: "My name is Qingmeng, and this name is Xichou." Our Tang pear class received a post from a master in Jinghai to sing here, and today is the first day. ”

Yanli said: "I heard that this place used to be a lively place, but it has been abandoned for more than ten years. Why didn't the Tang pear class go to Jinghai City and settle down here? ”

Qingmeng smiled and said: "This is the rule of the opera troupe, today is the Midyear Festival, and we happened to pass by the place where the opera troupe sang in the past, according to the rules, we must perform a few plays here to worship the ancestors." ”

"It's the Midyear Festival? You sing for ...... Ancestors? Chen Yaobing's tongue was a little knotted.

Light dreams and sorrow didn't speak, just looked at him and smiled.

Chen Yaobing stubbornly turned his head and looked at the audience, and the dozen or so audience members who watched the play with him just now were all gone!

"Childe, I see that your face is not very good, otherwise go to the back and sit down and have a cup of hot tea." Light Dream grabbed him by one arm.

Chen Yaobing obviously didn't want to go, but his feet didn't obey and moved.