In the center of the stage, there were three actors singing singing sturdy mats with props. Two young actors were dressed in blue clothes and dressed in ancient costumes. A young woman was also wearing ancient clothes and holding a handkerchief in her hand. An old man was still motionless, his clothes were torn and stubborn, and there was a mat rolled up next to him. Three people surrounded him, and the old man was cursing and crying sometimes, with his hands chewing and swaggering in his mouth.

I have never liked watching opera since I was a child, so I don’t know what I sing.

At this time, the God of Xian Dao was already standing not far from the stage and squatted down on the spot.

I followed him in a close and distant manner, but I didn't dare to get too close.

"Children, do you know what kind of play you are singing? I shook my head and didn't dare to speak."

"Tell you that the name of this play is the silhouette. Have you seen these people on the stage?" Then he snorted heavily and said, "There are many unfilial people in this world. My father was sick and died without treatment. As children, he should have fulfilled his filial piety and should have filial piety and bury the old man, but they shirked the responsibility and picked up a broken mat, rolled the old man, and left it alone."

"Oh, I feel sorry for my parents in the world, and I feel sorry for my disobedient people."

"Little baby, when you grow up, you can't do such disobedient things. If I let Master Xian know, I will definitely forgive you. Do you remember?"

I was so scared that I nodded repeatedly: "Master Xiandao, I remember that I will be more filial to my parents when I grow up."

After hearing this, the god of Xiandao nodded slightly, stopped talking, but turned his head and watched the show with concentration.

When I saw that the god of Dao no longer paid attention to him, I quietly turned my head and looked around. I found that there were many people watching the show. After a closer look, I found that these "people" were not right. Their expressions were dull and their bodies were stiff. They did not have the joy or colors of ordinary people, nor did they cheer or cheer, but just watched the stage motionlessly.

"No, this is not a human being, it should be a group of lonely ghosts watching the show. No, I will leave quickly. If I don't leave, I'm afraid I will become a ghost."

But how to go? There is still a god of demons standing by my side looking at me.

"Great, great."

Just when I was anxious and afraid that I wouldn't know what to do, two rooster crows came from a distance.

"Little baby, the time has come, it's time for you to go back." Then a yellow light flashed and a big hand grabbed me. I suddenly felt the strange wind and the clouds were flying.

"ah.'

When my head tilted, I fainted.

The next day, the early people found me who were still sleeping in the cornfield on the east side of the village pond.

I lay on the side of the ground, stretched my hands forward, and kept saying that I was going back and that I was going back. My family searched for me for half a night but couldn't find me. After hearing the news, I rushed to Baogu and carried me home with the help of the neighbors. Later, I asked the village doctor to see me and said that it was nothing serious. I was tired and I was fine after two days of rest.

Later, with the guidance of the elderly in the village, my mother went to the valley where I was unconscious, put up tribute, burned paper money, and called me the soul.

I slept for a whole day and a night before I woke up. After waking up, I kept shouting that I was hungry. My mother specially made the noodles I liked to eat. I ate three bowls before I could get full.

My family asked me why you went to the cornfield to watch a movie at night? I told my family that I met Xiantongshen and accompanied me to watch the show on the way.

People found that I fainted from the cornfield, which was less than two hundred meters away from the screening site where the movie was played.

There were many people watching the movie that night, including adults and children, but they did not find anything unusual in the cornfield. Someone who was interested had traveled all over the cornfield, but there were no traces of setting up stages or singing operas.

The villagers all said that I was lucky, but I was frightened. Later, they told their children not to walk alone at night.

And this incident has since made me curious about such things. It turns out that there are really gods and ghosts in this world, not just among the legends with different opinions...
Chapter completed!