"Nan no ...... I Buddha! The old monk chanted the Buddha, looked at Ren Song next to him, and was at a loss in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info finally sighed: "It seems that only by finding my disciple can we understand what is going on here!" ”

Taking a sip of the tobacco residue in his mouth, Ren Song nodded when he heard this, and finally said with a smile: "This is easy, that Aunt Jin has lived in the Qin Opera Troupe for forty or fifty years, and there is a chance that she is still there!" Let's go over there and have a look, phew, this unchewed cigarette is really troublesome......" With that, he took another puff of green smoke and threw the cigarette butt into the ground.

The old monk next to him said yes, and the two of them came out of the bun house again, and were about to go to the courtyard of the Qin Opera Troupe, when suddenly a Buddha horn sounded out of thin air: "Amitabha!" The voice of the person who recited the Buddha was very loud, and it was like a thunderclap, and the ground shook continuously.

Hearing this loud roar coming from behind them, Ren Song and Venerable Jueming hurriedly turned around to look, only to see that in mid-air, there was a giant man standing with a golden light shining on his body and twice as tall as ordinary people...... Master Jueming.

"Ugh!" Looking at the withered old monk beside him, and then at the majestic Venerable in the air, Ren Song grinned and said, "Old monk, did your brother take Viagra when he was a child?" How did it grow so big? ”

"Good...... Good...... Don't talk nonsense! It seems that we are really in Zhao Jinxiu's dream! Otherwise, there would be no illusion of the old man here......" is worthy of the "old" monk, and with an understatement, he tilted the topic to the side, but the experience is also very old.

"You two, don't go to the theater, what are you doing here!" In the air, the golden giant Jueming Venerable suddenly shouted to the two people below. The ground trembled beneath his feet again.

"Watching a play?" The old monk below and Ren Song glanced at each other, both of them were in the same place, and before they could ask, they heard the giant Venerable continue to shout: "Zhao Jinxiu, a famous Bangzi artist, is performing in the Qin Opera Troupe today, and you are not small, so you don't go to the stage to find trouble?" ”

"Cheer!" Ren Song smiled when he heard this, turned his head and smiled at Venerable Jueming: "Old monk, I didn't expect you to talk like this, it's quite down-to-earth......"

"Good...... This evil obstacle, how can you still have a heart that has not retreated......" The old monk next to him sighed, and was about to speak, but he saw that Jue Ming in the air shouted, stretched out his hand and grabbed the two, and the two big hands with golden light became bigger and bigger, and the arms were stretched longer and longer.

Seeing that the big hand was not good, Ren Song was just about to raise the left wheel and fire, and the old monk Gao Xuan Buddha beside him also stretched out his hands, and the hands of the giant in the air were as golden as the hands, and the same became bigger and bigger, and with a bang, the four palms suddenly collided together.

With the golden light Dasheng, as soon as the palms of the two touched, the giant Jueming's hands disappeared without a trace in an instant like foam, which startled Ren Song next to him. Unexpectedly, this giant was so vulnerable, even the old monk Jueming next to him was a little surprised.

Although the giant Venerable disappeared completely, Ren Song and the old monk were unwilling to delay any longer at this time, and immediately decided to go to the Qin Opera Troupe immediately.

When they walked quickly to the door of the troupe, the mood was even more strange, Ren Song remembered that when the Qin troupe had not been disbanded before, there were two square tables standing side by side at the gate, blocking most of the entire gate, leaving a narrow passage on the left wall. The rest was blocked by the table.

There is a staff behind the square table who is responsible for selling tickets, and all the people who want to watch the play must buy tickets in front of this table and then enter through the passage next to it. Now the table was the same as before, but behind the table there was a monk wearing a crown of Pilu, holding a nine-tin rod and a robe, and at his feet lay a monster that looked like a dog, not a dog. But it is the leader of the Ten Directions Yin and the Underworld, the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth.

When the monk saw the two of them coming, he immediately shouted: "Buy tickets, buy tickets, the famous Zhao Jinxiu's "Li Huiniang" must not be missed!" ”

"Amitabha, what a wicked obstacle, even the Bodhisattva dares to blaspheme, although it is a dream, it is also very undeserved!" The old monk next to him said angrily. was about to kick over the table, but was stopped by Ren Song. But I heard this coward smile and asked, "More money for a ticket?" ”

The old monk was stunned, and then understood that he didn't want to make extraneous branches, if this illusion was really the dream of the old woman Zhao, the fastest way now was to find Zhao Jinxiu's evil obstacle and wake him up from the dream. Hold back your anger and see how the Bodhisattva answers.

"Three thousand dollars a ticket!" The expressionless Bodhisattva behind the table replied. It surprised the old monk.

"Is it RMB?" On the side, Ren Song still asked with a smile on his face.

The bodhisattva nodded, but did not speak.

"Okay! Get me two tickets! Ren Song reached out and took out two brand-new hundred-yuan bills from his coat pocket and handed them to the expressionless Bodhisattva. He also smiled and said, "This year should be eighty-three, right?" ”

"You boy is talking nonsense!" When the Bodhisattva on the opposite side saw him buy a ticket, he changed his original indifferent expression, and said with a smile on his face: "The Spring Festival of six or eight years has not passed, why is it eight or three years, hehe!" While laughing, he took the two stacks of red hundred-dollar bills with the four numbers of 1999 printed on the back and counted them 1510.

Watching the Bodhisattva count the money, the old monk felt even more angry in his heart, his own disciple was really ...... Dare to think, I originally thought that he had passed away not long ago, and he was familiar with human accidents, so he often asked him to help deal with mortal affairs. Now it seems that this evil obstacle is in an uncertain state of mind and full of greed, and it is the right way to let him go back to practice and practice.

While he was groaning, Ren Song next to him poked his shoulder with his elbow and said: "Singing "Li Huiniang" in six or eight years, and letting the Bodhisattva be the conductor, your apprentice's imagination is really rich enough, haha!" ”

"Alas!" The old monk sighed, but did not reply, but stared at Ren Song with a strange expression and asked, "Master Ren, where did you get so much money?" ”

"What do you mean? Old monk, do you doubt my economic strength? Hearing the old monk's words, Ren Song asked with a depressed face.

"Hehe, don't forget, the old man is a picket Venerable, how many months you have, how many years you have, there are records in my picket hall! It is a ...... that increases or decreases at will, but it will damage one's own merits," looked at the Bodhisattva who was counting the money, and said with a sigh.

"Hehe, this money is not mine, old monk, don't mess around!" Hearing the words "loss of merit", Ren Song smirked, looked at the old monk and said: "The commissary just now, not only has a lot of cigarettes, but also a lot of RMB, so I borrowed it for use, anyway, it is something in your apprentice's dream, and I can't take it out......"

Before he finished speaking, the Bodhisattva behind the table had already counted the bills and said, "Just six thousand!" After that, he took out two admission tickets from the drawer and handed them to Ren Songdao: "Hurry up and enter the venue......

(To be continued.) )