The play? I was stunned. It turns out that the master heard someone singing the play below?

Sure enough, I calmed down and listened carefully. There was indeed a slight subtle tune coming. This tune was very awkward. When I was in Shibali Village, I had heard the old people sing the fast-paced script. I had never seen real operas before. I only heard that people who have seen the world said that the people who sang opera performed like what they were like. Emperors and generals sang hundreds of schools of thoughts, ghosts and gods are like immortals, and human relations are shared. With my thoughts, I hurriedly asked, "Master, how do you know what kind of play is? Have you ever heard of it?"

This statement seemed to evoke the long-lost memories of the master. He nodded faintly and said, "I have traveled all over the world in my early years and have heard a little about the customs and customs of all places, especially the famous rivers and mountains in the world, as well as the rural traditions of various places. Of course, opera is also included. Well, it happened that we came to Shanxi today. It was not early. Let's spend a night here, so let you see the rural opera in Shanxi."

As we walked, Bu Yique said with great interest: "Master Yang, I have heard from Master that there are many types of operas in the north. In addition to the Peking Opera Kunqu Opera, Henan Opera tunes, and Shandong Drums, I don't know what singing styles there are in Shanxi. By the way, what kind of the tone is sung in this village?"

The master was slightly stunned, smiled with a rare smile, and said, "Well, it seems that Master Li's journey back then was quite insightful about the folk customs of various places. In fact, there are many kinds of folk singing styles in various places. However, this play is widely circulated in various places. The so-called play is to sing the entire play with one piece of the essence of the play. One piece is one piece. This makes it easy to sing and let the audience hear the taste more. To talk about the music types in Shanxi, it is roughly Pu Opera, Jin Opera, and Beilu Bangzi, which are more representative. The singing styles in the village ahead are mostly Jin Opera. In fact, I don't understand this very much. We will know it after going to take a look."

This time I deeply admire Bu Yique's knowledge. I didn't expect that he knew nothing about Taoism, but he was so familiar with human relationships and worldly styles. At least he could chat with his master. I deeply felt that I was similar to the local bull in the river, and I looked like a fool. However, I believe that Bu Yique's knowledge will sooner or later, and even far surpass him...

This mountain village is also rich in appearance, and the pastoral areas are all well-organized, with cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs in the ravines and fences. Every family has large courtyards and small courtyards. At least in my opinion, it is much more abundant than our 18-li village.

Strangely, although there are sounds of singing big operas in the village, there are no lively cheers or noises at all. Could it be that the population here is small? Or is it that the singing big operas here are very ordinary?

These are unknown, and there is no way to find out, because we walked into the village, and we didn't even meet a living person. Except for the smoke from every household, it can be proved that this is not a deserted village. Master and Bu Yique were very interested in the opera singers inside, so they kept walking into the village. Although I wanted to talk to my family about staying at home first, then get some food to make a living, and then go to the show, but in order to show off, I was not repulsive to the performance, so I had to go with it.

There are hundreds of families in the mountain village, both big and small. After passing through an alley, I finally saw a tall and grand opera stake in the open space in the center of the village. I was stunned by this. The people on the stage were dressed in strange clothes, some flowers and some white. Anyway, they were not what modern people wore. Perhaps this is the style of clothes worn by the ancients that the old people often say.

"Yayayaya..."

Although I couldn't understand what they sang, the rhythm was very elegant and graceful, sometimes elongating the voice, sometimes pausing, and I felt aroused from time to time, and I laughed foolishly from time to time.

I was so confused that I didn't know that my master was wandering around the big show. Suddenly, a cool breath blew over my face. I was shocked. When I looked around, I realized that there were not even people watching the show around? Then...who is the performer to show?

When I saw the master frowning, I immediately stepped forward and asked, "Master, why don't the villagers here come out to watch the show? Look how good this song is."

The master inexplicably stretched out his hand to calculate, and then suddenly put away his hand after a moment, and said with a serious expression: "Let's retreat to the side!"

"Huh?" I was stunned. Bu Yique, who was standing beside me, looked at the master in confusion. I grabbed the back of my head and asked, "Master, we are so relaxed here and we don't occupy anyone's land, why should we retreat aside?"

The master suddenly glared and said, "If you ask you to retreat, you will retreat! There is not so much nonsense! It's not good! It's too late, just go to the side--"

After saying that, the master pushed Bu Yique and I away vigorously. We were all staggering and almost fell down. We happened to stand in front of a nearby gate. The master reached out and pinched a finger gesture. I saw it. It was the master's finger. The master said that if it were not for some great secret magic and spell, there was no need to ask the master's finger. This...

I saw the master hit the fingers he had pinched to his chest, then walked on the strange route one step left and one right. When he was three feet away from us, he jumped up and jumped in front of me quickly. At this moment, the door beside us slowly opened a crack in the door, and the person who stretched out his head was an old man in his sixties or seventies. When he saw us, he immediately shouted in a low voice: "Foreigners, come in quickly!"

Without saying a word, the master pushed Bu Yique and me into the gate, and then he followed in. The old man closed the door in panic again and then put the door on the latch. I was stunned. I was singing a big show outside. It would be fine if this old man didn't let him watch it, but he also put the door on the latch and let his family watch it. It was strange...

I entered the yard and looked around. The yard was not big, but it was repaired very smoothly. The main house was four generous green tiled houses, and another kitchen was set up, which gave people a very peaceful and comfortable feeling. At this time, four or five white-haired old men and a middle-aged man in their forties had already walked out of the main house. The middle-aged man came up and down to meet us. First, he looked at us up and down, and then smiled at the master: "Are you a few gentlemen who have reached this point in their practice? My name is Ma Huanqing, and I am the village chief of Ma'an Village here. Please come in quickly and please come in quickly!"

When I looked at the Dharma bag on my waist, maybe he recognized our identity when he saw the Tai Chi diagram above. The master immediately clasped his fists and said, "Captain Ma, we are passing by here. It's too late to disturb us all night. I wonder if it's convenient for you?"

As he said that, the master looked at the big show outside the gate with some intent. Unexpectedly, Village Chief Ma's face tightened, and he seemed to be a little reluctant smile could no longer hide his gloomyness, and said, "Alas, as long as the gentlemen don't dislike the poor people here, we just need to eat and live here, and ask for a conversation in the house first."

Before we entered the house, a very elderly man suddenly felt a little discomfortable. He whispered in Village Chief Ma's ear, saying it was a whisper. In fact, we all heard it. It seems that most of them were saying to us, "Celebrate, your family is now doing this. If you don't hide from this disaster, why are you still staying a few foreigners? If you are infected with something unclean, then...ah!"

Village Chief Ma squeezed out a smile with an ugly expression, and lowered his voice: "Uncle Six, I understand what you mean, but isn't we doing this 'lantern show' to do good deeds and accumulate virtue? These people look like they are dressed as practitioners. Maybe this is also our opportunity. Just act as good things in pairs, so don't say it..."

I was just wondering what they were saying, but now I am more interested in the big show outside. While they were stumbled, I hurried to my master and asked in a low voice: "Master, why didn't anyone watch the big show just now? And why didn't you let us watch it?"

The master glared at me a little and scolded in a low voice: "Too talk! That's not for people to watch!"

I suddenly opened my eyes and suddenly understood why it was just now. It turned out that this drama was sung for Gods or for ghosts?

Village Chief Ma welcomed us into the main house, then pointed to the old man who had opened the door for us and smiled: "This is my father. These are the older generation of our village, please sit down and talk.

The master first clasped his fists to several old men and greeted him before sat down. As soon as he sat down, he said in confusion: "I dare to ask Village Chief Ma, we didn't see any temples and ancestral temples when we came. I just calculated it casually and found that the yin energy swept out when the first time of You hour. When the yin energy arrived, the unknown yin energy spread around. I wonder if you were singing this play to respect the gods or..."

When Village Chief Ma heard this, he immediately sighed deeply. I found that not only Village Chief Ma, but also the old men who were sitting again sighed. After a while, Village Chief Ma spoke: "To be honest, the golden thunder we invited is for the purpose of suppressing ghosts!"

"Oh?" The master was startled and asked quickly, "How to suppress ghosts? By the way, your yang energy is strong, your house is stable, and the mountains are in full swing, and the dragon energy is gathered. It should be a good year for the year. Why should you suppress ghosts? What the hell is there?"

As soon as the master said this, he immediately widened the old men and village chief Ma from all over the place and looked at the master with one eye. Village chief Ma was shocked and said, "Mr. Big, you are really a god. You can see the feng shui qi here at a glance, and the yin and yang qi here. We only saw these after we invited many Yin and Yang masters nearby!"

Village Chief Ma’s praise did not make any waves in his face, and he did not take on this sentence. Village Chief Ma smacked his lips and said happily: “Since Mr. Big has this ability, he must be a master who is hidden. Then I will tell Mr. Big about the strange things in our Ma’an Village. If you want to say that the villagers of ordinary families here are nothing, but as long as someone adds new people, and as long as they give birth to twins, something will definitely happen, and it is a big deal! Look, my eldest child just added new people three days ago, and it is just a twin!”
Chapter completed!