Ouyang Ziyun was fascinated by the hand-cranked flower skin drum. The edge of the flower drum is dyed in color, stretched to a tight cowhide, painted with a flower face, and shakes it with a loud sound. She was laughing and playing with her, and she liked it very much. Wang Dashi was thinking about buying it for her, but she didn't know what was wrong, or she remembered something unhappy, but she slammed the flower drum on the car and said, "It's not fun, it's not fun at all!" and left angrily.

Wang Dashi was very puzzled, and thought to himself: "Sister Ziyun obviously likes this flower drum and can't put it down, why is it not fun to suddenly put it back in the car?" He glanced at Ouyang Ziyun and didn't know what it meant.

The fat man said: "It's weird, she wants to think that you are good, no matter how bad you are, you are good, if she says that you are not good, no matter how good you are, it will be superfluous, unless you let her move!"

Wang Dashi carefully analyzed these words: "What you said makes sense, how do you have such an understanding?"

The fat man said: "Hehe, the corpse raising valley trains a lot of corpses, and before training corpses, you must first understand the character of corpses. The living and the dead are the same, we understand it thoroughly!"

Wang Dashi let out an "ah" and asked, "What are you raising so many corpses for?"

The fat man said: "To tell you the truth, I am responsible for carrying corpses and raising them all day long, as for what they are for, we don't know!"

Wang Dashi was surprised: "I'm curious, what is the use of raising these corpses, even you don't know, aren't you from the Valley of Corpses, why don't you know!"

"Hey, I'm just a lower-level member of the Corpse Raising Valley, we really don't know what the use of the corpses is for!" said the fat man of Mu Tie.

Wang Dashi didn't know why.

The pace didn't stop. There were shouts and cheers from the crowd in front, and the three of them hurriedly ran over.

I saw that the huge site was surrounded by a circle of people, including local farmers and sectarian figures in the road. In it, he was acting in the play "Picking up Colored Balls under the Horse".

The gongs and drums are noisy, and the voices are boiling. Wang Dashi, Ouyang Ziyun and Mu Tie Fat Man crowded into the venue to watch.

This is a folk troupe, a folk art team, which lives by performing arts.

I saw a playman, dressed in flowers and branches, with rouge on his face, and when he walked on stage, he turned over dozens of hollow heels in a row, and then jumped high and sat on horseback. He pressed his hands on the horse's back, and his body gradually rose up, making an inverted stand. The playmaker shouted, and the horse nodded his hooves and ran in circles. The horse was white and tall, and he looked like a good horse. The drama jumped and churned again, and the movements were refined, which provoked applause and shouting again.

An assistant lit a circular iron ring in the middle of the field, and the fire was raging, and the horse's body shrank suddenly, and one jumped away, and the play somersaulted at the same time, clinging to the horse's back, buckling the saddle, and running through the fire ring together. However, at the moment when he burst out of the circle of fire, the actor turned on his back and grabbed the thrown colored ball. Applause. Outside the fire circle, a knife mountain was arranged, the blade was cold, and the horse stood up and crossed one obstacle after another, which was "crossing the knife mountain". The last pass is "going to the sea of fire", commonly known as "going to the soup and the fire". A large stove has already been prepared in the venue, boiling a pot of boiling water. The assistant spread a path for the charcoal fire in the furnace, and looked at this posture, so that the horse could run over the boiling cauldron and run through the spread charcoal fire. The charcoal fire was very strong, and the smoke was so loud that people were roasted to cover their faces.

The horse galloped before the boiling water of the hot pot, plunged into it, crossed it easily, and landed on all four feet on the fiery red coals, splashing the fire and floating stars. The white horse flew away like a shuttle, and when it saw that it was about to come to a perfect end, suddenly its body tilted, plopped, and fell to the ground. Immediately, the scene fell, rolled a few laps, and then staggered up.

The horse was running at such a fast speed that he suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, and he was really injured. The crowd sighed. Wang Dashi felt distressed for a while.

In the art troupe, three assistants quickly rushed out, and two went to help the white horse, but the horse was extremely tall and not easy to help. Wang Dashi and the fat man of Mu Tie helped and barely held up the horse.

The other hand carried a sledgehammer and smashed rows of pits along the ground to prevent the road from slipping and preventing the horse from stumbling again.

The white horse was helped to his feet, and after a few steps he fell to his knees.

Wang Dashi saw that the horse's left front hoof was bleeding, as if it had been hit by a hidden weapon.

Unable to continue the performance, the horse limped and was dragged into the backcourt.

The leader of the art troupe came out, clasped his fist to the villagers and said: "I am here to express my regret to you!" The 'Walking Horse Flower' Art Troupe has been deeply supported and supported by all the villagers, and I would like to express my gratitude to the —— 'Walking Horse Flower' Art Troupe has toured thousands of performances, and has never failed, and the white horse has injured a lot of injuries in the forelimbs and legs, so this performance has stopped here, I hope you will forgive me, forgive me!"

As he spoke, the regiment commander turned around and walked away stupidly.

Normally, at the end of the performance, an old man walking around the circle with a porcelain bowl in the troupe would come out, and the people watching the performance would give a reward as a hardship fee. The performance was a failure, and there was no mention of tipping money. Still, someone threw a tip on the ground.

Wang Dashi felt that it was not easy for these people to make money, the horse lost and needed to recuperate, so he also took out five copper coins and threw them at this time.

The bad old man picked up the copper coin and thanked him repeatedly.

After the reward was over, they all dispersed, and the people in the troupe also came out to dismantle the stakes and cloth tents......

At this time, a man and a woman walked into the field with the fox lady. The man was embroidered with a dragon and his name was Golden Dragon, and the other woman was embroidered with a phoenix and her name was You Luanfeng. The man stroked the strings, the woman sang a song, and the fox lady danced in the center of the room.

The melodious sound of the piano, the crisp and melodious songs, and the graceful dancing posture are really a natural combination, worthy of the name of the interpretation of the folk folk opera school! They actually came to the rescue.

The people slowed down and refocused.

The fox lady jumped to her heart's content, gradually stripped off her clothes, and won warm applause and rewards for each one she took off.

The commotion is continuous, presumably the fox lady is stripping her clothes less and less, exposing more and more white flesh, and becoming more and more private. The noise is mixed with anxious and provocative insults, highlighting the essence of human desire.

Such a head-scratching gesture is not only indecent, but also disrupts the order. Wang Dashi wanted to see it, but because of indecency, he pulled Ouyang Ziyun out of the circle. The fat man looked energetic, unsatisfied, and walked out of the grief.

It was getting dark, the markets were scattered, and there were few passers-by. The largest number of people gathered was the brothel under the cover of the lanterns, and in addition to that, under the dancing posture of the fox lady.

This group of people ended in a burst of commotion and fierce applause and shouting, presumably the fox lady stripped the limit. The performance ended, but after a while, the people in the market gradually became denser, weaving back and forth, full of people from all walks of life.

Wang Dashi walked not far, but saw that there was a crowd in front of him, and he leaned up to take a look.

In the middle of the crowd sat a woman's house, in front of whom was a piece of plain paper, full of handwriting.

Wang Dashi was happy when he saw it, he remembered that in the half-immortal street, those fortune-telling and divination characters who claimed to be half-immortals and half-gods would write words on a piece of cloth and draw Tai Chi gossip patterns, between the lines, describing their stunts and showing their abilities. Wang Dashi thought that this woman was similar to a half-immortal and half-god figure, and then looked carefully at the words on the paper, only to realize that this was not the case.

It should be that the woman's family is poor and does not go to school, and nearly half of the hundreds and ten words on the paper are wrong.

Literally, the woman was lonely, she was old, and when she encountered strange things, she asked for help from a master.

Although there were many people in various sects, none of them were willing.

The woman must have never seen such a scene, and she seemed a little nervous and reserved.

Ouyang Ziyun was enthusiastic and enthusiastic, pulled Wang Dashi to sit in front of the woman together, chatted with her about family life, dispelled the woman's scruples and nervousness, and gradually turned to the topic, asking her what kind of help she needed.

The woman knelt down and kowtowed.

It turned out that the woman died of her husband in middle age, and later remarried the Lin family. In the middle of the night, you can always hear the door of the courtyard ringing, and the locals say that it is a ghost knocking on the door, that it is a woman who does not abide by women's morals, remarries someone else, and her dead husband is looking for her. ......

The woman cried and said, "The Lin family loves us very much, and is diligent and simple. A few years ago, the neighbor's funeral, husband Lin carried the coffin, the coffin was very heavy, when passing through the door of his house, Lin's husband could not stand it, was pressed to the ground, the coffin also fell in front of his yard, although the husband was not injured, but ......"

By this time the woman had stopped weeping.

As for the understanding of the people, although Wang Dashi can't be compared with the wandering monk, he still understands the situation that the woman said. In the folk, there is such a saying, that is, on the way to carry the coffin down the field, pay attention to a horse and a flat river, if you fall, this person will be unlucky for a lifetime, and will be unlucky for a lifetime. In addition, the coffin cannot be left at will, and if it happens to fall in front of someone's house, it is unlucky. There is a saying: If the coffin falls at the door of the house, it can be led away. The meaning of this is that the coffin must be carried all the way, and it cannot stop when it passes by the door of the house, and once it falls, it falls at the door of someone's house, and a person will die in someone's house, and it will appear immediately. This is also a taboo among the people. However, in the dark, we must also rely on the accumulation of virtue to practice, and the good can turn evil into good fortune.

The woman continued, "But one day, the husband of the Lin family met two dead men in the night, and the dead men asked him for two boards. Far more unfortunate things are far from that, and the whereabouts of my own daughter are unknown! I'm really miserable, I'm really unlucky......"

"Two boards?"

Wang Dashi thought to himself, if the Lin husband really touched a dead man and asked him for two boards, the Lin family must have touched the two dead people somewhere.

The fat man felt a little impatient when he heard this: "Auntie, you, why are you so unlucky! I'm afraid these are the bad luck caused by your Lin husband's falling down carrying the coffin!"

The woman's face was crying, and her tears were cloudy, as if there were still many heartwarming things that had happened, and she was deeply wronged. She sighed sadly: "This, how to say this, this is the fate of our poor people......"

Ouyang Ziyun stretched out his finger and was thinking, muttering: "The ghost knocked on the door, the coffin fell, the coffin fell at the door of the courtyard, the Lin family met a dead man and asked for a wooden plank......" She counted, then looked around, and said, "It's all unlucky and mysterious things—— most of you are people in the road, can you help this aunt solve these unlucky things!"

Although there are many Taoist sects, there are still few who are proficient in this matter. The local sect is one, but the mushroom master no longer exists, and the burial sect is one, but it is deeply disturbed by dreams. In the Tao, in addition to these two factions, there are two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, but in the surroundings, how can there be any of them?

Wang Dashi sighed deeply, and said in his heart: "There are many strange people in the Tao, but there are not many good hands who can really exorcise evil spirits and suppress ghosts. After the mushroom master dies, there will be no more mushrooms!"

Ouyang Ziyun burst into laughter at this time, and said to Wang Dashi: "You are the only disciple of Master Lengmushroom, you can't help it!"

Wang Dashi was stunned, and thought: "To save people, naturally I don't dare to slack off, but three days later, I will meet in Xiantong Temple again, to represent the local faction to solve the disturbance of Mr. Nanyang's dream, and to learn martial arts...... Hey, all of a sudden, I feel like I'm busy!"

"It's the first thing to solve the first aid naturally!" Wang Dashi weighed it in his heart and sighed helplessly.

Ouyang Ziyun smiled and said, "Hey, look at you, it's all for the sake of others, there aren't many people like you anymore!"

Wang Dashi became more and more taboo about insults from others, and was especially sensitive to "fools and fools". Seeing Ouyang with a smile on his face, he thought that he didn't mean to say that he was a fool. However, the "fool" under this statement does not show resentment.