Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao Chapter 29: Staging

"Where, dare to ask the old man, is there any well-known sect in Nanping? For example, like me." Li Huowang asked what he cared about the most.

"Yes! Of course there is. There is a monk temple in Xijing City. I heard that the Buddha inside is very effective!"

Monk Temple? Li Huowang remembered that Dan Yangzi had mentioned before that he had been hunted down by monks, and he didn't know if it was this temple.

Li Huowang marked this point in the center. No matter what, those who oppose Danyangzi eating people and animals should be good people.

"However, Little Daoist, you are a Taoist priest, isn't it appropriate to go to the Monk Temple?"

Li Huowang looked down at the Taoist robe on his body. The other party's words really reminded him whether this dress should be changed, and he is not a true Taoist.

"How is my husband doing business recently? Is it alright?"

Feeling that Li Huowang was putting aside the topic, Zhuangyuan Lu immediately took over the topic.

"Hey, what are you doing, the whole Nanping drought has been a major flood in the past, and the common people have no money these days, and even fewer are willing to pay a reward for watching a play. The rich are reluctant to hire a play troupe. It's just a feast and it's all over, bah! It's really disobedient!"

"It will pass, just wait until these few years have passed."

"Yeah, let's get over it, you always have to find a way to live your life, right?"

"I just thought, if the age is better, I will make hundreds of more trips, and when the old man has saved enough money, I will buy the theater belonging to my Lu family in Xijing City, hey, that is death. I can rest my eyes now.”

"With the theater, my son and my granddaughter will no longer have to come out and suffer like me. They can study at home honestly. Maybe in a few years, the old Lu family's ancestral grave will be covered with green smoke. Really read a champion! By then...hehe." Lu Zhuangyuan smirked with a cigarette stick.

Li Huowang quietly listened to Lu Zhuangyuan's vision of the future. He actually envied the other party. After living at such an old age, he still had a goal to work for.

Under the leadership of Li Huowang and Lu Zhuangyuan, the atmosphere between the two parties has eased a lot.

At least Lu Juren and Lu Xiucai no longer regard Gouwa and the others as ghosts. They already know that they are human, but they are seriously ill.

What can I do if I get sick? Who doesn't get sick?

When they came to Wuligang, Luo Yinghua was already ripe enough for Bai Lingmiao to hold her daughter.

Standing on the flat ground where the rice was drying, Zhuangyuan Lu looked at the villagers who were eating dinner with bowls under the eaves. "Okay, there are a lot of people in Wuligang, let's paint the pot here, Lu Jiaban unpacks the box! Put up the table!"

They were going to sing, and Li Huowang didn't plan to leave in a hurry. Everyone was tired after rushing for so long. Just enough to give others a break.

Li Huowang was not interested in the ancient entertainment method of singing, but obviously other people were very curious and ran over to help.

The tall bamboo poles that were cut hold up a few pieces of red cloth, and the whole stage is taking shape.

Li Huowang, who was lying on a pile of yellow rice straws in the field to catch up with sleep, suddenly felt that someone was poking his nose. He opened his eyes and found that it was Bai Lingmiao, who was smiling.

She raised both hands, and a golden object appeared in front of Li Huowang, and said excitedly: "Senior Brother Li, look! What a bright bronze mirror! The people are clearly photographed! They are the ones who sing the opera. Wearing something to make up!"

"It's not dark yet, so you take off the blindfold, so you're not afraid----"

Li Huowang's words stopped abruptly. He was stunned when he looked at himself in the bronze mirror. The self in the mirror was so unfamiliar.

"Brother Li, what's wrong with you?" Bai Lingmiao noticed something was wrong.

"Junior Sister Bai, did I look like this when I was in the Qingfeng Temple?" Li Huowang hesitantly touched his face with his hand.

"Yes, you've always looked like this, what's wrong? Is there anything different about you in the mirror?"

Li Huowang put down his hand touching his face, and stretched out to himself in the bronze mirror in front of him, his face was the same face.

But I am no longer a teenager. I am not a newcomer to this world, but it has been a while.

"If it's true at the hospital, I would have estimated at most seventeen at that time. How old am I now?"

Li Huowang could ask this question, but he couldn't answer it. In addition to his chaotic memory, he also lost his age.

He could only barely judge from his appearance that he should not be over thirty.

Li Huowang tried to search in his chaotic memory, but still found nothing.

"Brother Li, what's wrong with you? Are you alright, don't scare me." Seeing Li Huowang's reaction, Bai Lingmiao's expression was a little nervous.

"I'm fine, I just remembered something. Hurry up and return the bronze mirror to the family. The Lu family will use it soon for singing."

"Yes." Bai Lingmiao hugged the bronze mirror and ran towards the back of the stage that had been set up.

"Eeeee~~ah~~" Looking at Lu Juren who was hanging his throat in the distance, Li Huowang laughed at himself and lay down on the grain pole again. "Hey... I live like a joke."

At this time, he has another goal in his mind, looking for his own age.

At night, the sky is cloudless, the moon is in the sky, and the simple stage is clearly illuminated.

When I heard the troupe coming, almost all the people from Wuligang came~IndoMTL.com~ It is very tempting to the farmers who usually sleep besides tilling the fields, and the troupe sings without any entertainment. .

The Lu family's troupe is very small. Except for one who can't speak at the age of two, there are only six people in total.

I have to play and sing, and I have to make up and act, so I can't be too busy. So they can only properly cut some items.

Fortunately, the peasants didn't choose, they sat on the stool they brought and watched it with relish.

Li Huowang and the others were lying on the pile of rice straws, watching their babble and singing from a distance. He hadn't heard the play and didn't know which one he sang.

He only recognized Lu Zhuangyuan, who had a black face and a beard and held a sword. He was so old that he was still singing and slashing on the stage. He looked very hard.

"Okay!!!" The cheers suddenly sounded, which startled Li Huowang to be clever.

As one game went on, the entire paddy drying area was full of stands. On the stage, the Lu family was sweating profusely, and the people off the stage were all red-faced. Only Li Huowang seemed to be a spectator.

Unconsciously, the moon has arrived, and Lu Jiaban's performance is coming to an end.

At this moment, Li Huowang saw Lu Zhuangyuan's daughter-in-law, who was wearing tattered clothes, wearing make-up, hugging his daughter, carrying a straw basket and mourning on the stage.

"The cruel uncle drove me away~~"

"It's like that lone wild goose is floating around~ ah ah~"

"It's like the weeds on the side of the road where people can step on it~ ah ah"

"My mother and daughter are suffering from hunger and cold, it's really unbearable~ really~ unbearable~"

"You can only ask for food in the street~"

Singing this, Luo Yanhua gently pinched her daughter's buttocks with her hand, and the two-year-old child suddenly burst into tears.