Lin Feng was a little unclear about what era he was in the village.

But one thing, he is absolutely sure.

This is not the current village.

He has investigated the current Wu Village, the current Wu Village, there are neither stilted buildings, nor such large-scale Wu operas, and now the Wu Village, like many hometowns that are difficult to go back to, has long been hollowed out, and only the elderly remain in the village.

Young people went out to work.

The women in the village took their children to the county seat to study.

The whole village, empty.

I can't organize such a large-scale show anymore.

Besides, these people live in normal red brick and cement houses.

Is this a village in a certain period of history, or a village in another space?

The people he saw singing opera here were all dressed in costumes.

The costumes don't tell the age.

Unable to find out the time, the "Seven Martial Seas of His Majesty" floated into the temple in front of him, and suddenly, Lin Feng saw what was inside.

Those who are enshrined, densely packed with noodles.

Those noodles, all sorts.

Wen.

Military.

Good.

Bad.

Each face is full of artistic sense, which is the life's work of the carvers.

Even Lin Feng, when he saw these noodles, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

True art.

Every face is as if it were alive.

Lifelike.

Almost every face, staring at a jar.

All the good noodles are enshrined in this temple.

maintains a state of "repression", but because too much time has passed, many of these noodles have lost their charm.

When that trace of rhythm goes, there is no difference between the face and the ordinary face, and you can't see the evil of the fierce face, nor the benevolence of the good god.

The suppression of the entire temple was crumbling, and most fatally, there was a lack of a core in the entire temple.

On the place where the noodles were enshrined, there was an empty piece.

Lin Feng didn't guess wrong.

Among these enshrined noodles, the missing one is, [Fuxi].

Among these noodles, Lin Feng knew the dense jars suppressed underneath.

Old acquaintances.

In the game, the Guide dies in these jars, which contain human heads, much like the evil stuff of a burial pit.

Lin Feng estimated that these things were probably really the funeral goods washed out of the burial pit after the torrent after the heavy rain.

Unexpectedly, after seeing it in the game, he also saw these jars in this misty village.

Wu Village.

A village where the opera is sung.

Could it be that the village is just a place to guard against the strangeness in the deep mountains?

The people who sing the opera, the ghost and god opera, and the people who sing the opera are not necessarily not mages, but some Duangong masters will bring a face to the gods and ask the gods to go up and drive away the evil spirits.

It's an ancient way of passing it on.

If you push it forward, when the ancient witches wore the masks of Fang Xiangshi and Chiyou, and acted as ghosts and gods to drive away plague ghosts, it could also be called a puppet opera.

On every important festival, these shamans/mages don robes and wear masks that symbolize the gods, sing and dance in the sun, praying for peace and joy and no calamity.

The disaster in the village should have come from the suppression, Lin Feng saw that in this temple that enshrined the noodles, under the [Fuxi] that lacked the core, a jar was cracked.

The contents of the house, ran out.

Lin Feng gently lifted [Fu Xi] aside, folded his hands and bowed, intending to go in.

Bye [Fuxi], no shame.

"If you still have a spirit, please bless me."

It's not strange to have many gifts, it's okay to have no gifts, and it's better to have protection.

Not to mention, it really works.

A voice came from above the noodles.

Lin Feng listened attentively.

[Fuxi, Fuxi, do you dare to take this job? You're such a hungry old man!

Is that face something you can carve if you want to?

Oh, the mask is there, you dare to take it?

Don't you hack me, what the donkey said, what are you, don't say it's you and me, even if your master is resurrected, then you can't engrave this Fuxi noodles, what if you can't do it and smash the signboard? Will you not eat in the future? 】

The sound of kicking his feet, a young man took a kick and let out a muffled snort.

But the young man was not angry.

In ancient times, the inheritance of master and apprentice is equivalent to the inheritance of father and son, and it is a common thing to end and urine.

Hit two feet.

The apprentices are almost getting used to it.

After the kick, the older voice came out again.

[Well, what kind of face do you still have? Do you still have a say? 】

[One hundred and seventy years of golden silk nanmu? The raw materials are all brought ......]

[Then you can give it a try]

[Dog thing, you are blessed this time, take a good look]

[This wood must be soaked in water, otherwise it will crack when you see the sun......]

What followed was the babbling, as if the carver was concentrating on teaching his apprentice experience.

Lin Feng listened patiently.

The noodles of the opera are very exquisite, joyful and sorrowful, benevolent, benevolent and benevolent, all of which are shown on this face, and when portraying the noodles, there must be both a face and a charm.

The face mask is what the face looks like, and it should be formatted.

You can't be asked by others to carve a Guan Gong, you gave people a Guan Gong with a little white face, and you still have a heartbeat, this is Guan Gong, my Guan Gong looks like this.

Such a mess.

I'm sorry, but don't say it's an insider. This is the one who watched the play from the side, and when he saw you messing around like this, he would also smash your stall.

As for Shen Yun.

This is something that can't be taught by face masks.

It's almost the same as the spirit when you draw the talisman.

What is needed is the experience of the old way, what is needed is rich accumulation, what is needed is a flash of inspiration, what is needed is a flash of inspiration, and what is needed is a sudden opening.

On the top of the [Fuxi] noodles, from the discussion between the master and the apprentice, to the beginning of the portrayal, then to the [Fuxi] face, and finally to the singing, all came out of this face, and after a while, Lin Feng saw a trace of spiritual rhyme emerging from the [Fuxi].

Fell into the village.

All kinds of colors crashed into Lin Feng's surroundings, causing Lin Feng to close his eyes unconsciously.

Open your eyes.

This time, Lin Feng saw the lively village.

Men, women and children, dressed in folk costumes, men and women, are all watching the big play.

The whole village seemed to come to life.

Even the sky is cloudless.

The people next to him saw that Zhong Kui was obstructed by Yang Guozhong's future, and they jumped up and down one by one, waiting for the stage, resting in the temples around Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked at these people who suddenly appeared.

They all looked at Lin Feng, as if they could see Lin Feng's appearance.

Didn't ask them where the enemy was.

Lin Feng had known it for a long time, and the malice was constantly entwining Lin Feng, and [Unyielding] accurately found the enemy's part.

The men looked at him.

Seeing that he was about to push the door in, they spoke up.

"Housheng, take Fuxi."

"Yes, Housheng, take it, it's no harm."

"Don't call Fuxi bad, that's also Lao Qu's life's work."

"Ah, there are not many craftsmen who can carve out Fuxi, Lao Qu has been on this mask all his life."

They persuaded Lin Feng.

Lin Feng thought for a while, took out the carving knife and said, "You are talking about Lao Qu, is this Lao Qu's carving knife?" ”

The men saw the carving knife and nodded their heads.

Lao Qu.

The carver is old.

The man who smoked a dry tobacco in front of him.

The dead puppet master, the unfinished exorcism ritual.

Lin Feng picked up [Fu Xi], and after [Fu Xi] was uncovered, there was a young face behind him.

I don't know whose face it is.

"Who is he?"

Lin Feng asked.

"This? This baby is Lao Qu's apprentice. ”

They said.

Lin Feng didn't ask, put away the [Fuxi], he opened the door, walked in, Lin Feng took off the [Fuxi], the faces inside seemed to be alarmed, and they all began to tremble, even those jars seemed to start shaking.

It doesn't seem to be able to suppress what's inside.

Lin Feng pretended to care about these things very much, pretending not to know the real mastermind, and hid behind the jar on the ground.

"His Majesty the Seven Martial Seas" just entered the altar and saw it, and the human heads in the altar were completely inactive.

No matter what used to be inside.

The noodles in the temple have all succeeded.

They killed the contents of the jar.

Lin Feng deliberately approached.

The "Seven Martial Seas of His Majesty" stood behind the person who was suppressed here, watching this person hold a buffalo dagger in his hand.

And then.

【fa】

Dispel!

Lin Feng made the first move.

The three wisps of lung breath disappeared suddenly.

With a miserable scream, the person hiding behind the table never thought that there would be such a move, and his soul would suffer a heavy blow.

There was a wail.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Lin Feng felt that this wail was a little familiar.

However, Lin Feng didn't care, his body was more open than a person's reaction, he kicked open the jar, and the jar smashed into the person's body, cutting his skin, revealing the dense blood nematodes underneath!

After being suppressed for so many years, the blood nematode has no vitality.

It's almost a sun-dried insect medicine!

Without blood, these blood nematodes, difficult to wake up!

It's a blood god again.

The humanoid creature behind him also had a face, and he wanted to get up, but was kicked to the ground by Lin Feng.

This time, the [bo] sound is replaced.

【bo】

I haven't trained, Lin Feng relies on muscle memory, plus the feeling when playing games.

【bo】

The sound of punishment, the targeted attack, just one moment, from the inside out, this person's soul is about to be scattered.

The first time I used it in reality, it was easy to use.

Fortunately, this blood god soul is strong.

I don't know what adventures there are.

Lin Feng seemed to have made [Five Organs Incense], or something similar to [Five Organs Incense], otherwise, the carver Lao Qu and the rest of the people outside would not have lacked the five internal organs on their bodies.

Twice, it hit its people hard, and the same as what [Kenshin Tongming] perceived, this thing has been suppressed in the village for I don't know how many years, and it is almost the time when the oil runs out and the lamp is dry.

Lin Feng took the lead, and the leftovers cracked hard at his throat.

Then he changed his move, and the leftovers smashed into his face.

The true shape of the five mountains (Mount Tai) exerts its power.

Even halfway through that moment, the spell dipped in Lin Feng's blood exerted its power, and the smoke billowed from this person's neck, stumbling into the back of the temple.

Crashed into the wall.

His hands clutched his neck helplessly.

His face fell.

A face that Lin Feng was very familiar with was revealed.

Lin Feng saw this face, and his eyebrows raised.

"Outrageous".

He said.

"Guide? How are you still alive? ”

He asked.

Hearing someone call himself a "guide", the blood god movement on the opposite side completely froze.

He looked up, horrified, revealing the guide's face.

"Who are you? How dare you call me a guide? ”

was called out of his identity, and his horror was even more obvious than killing him.