Chapter 130 Qingming Festival, Yizhuang Opera Troupe
A Foundation Building Pill is really nothing valuable to Chen Qingyan.
If Qin Yao said it was a gift to him, he would definitely not want it. There was no need to tell him, and if he reached out to take it, the price would drop.
But when this thing comes with the passion of a disciple and is presented to the master, if he refuses to accept it, wouldn’t it undermine the disciple’s desire to repay the favor?
It seems to really prove the other party's white-eyed wolf statement, which will chill people's hearts.
But if he accepts it, he must admit that Qin Yao loves Maoshan. If something goes wrong with a disciple who loves Maoshan, such as being bullied by a senior uncle who did not name him, is it reasonable for him, as the leader of Maoshan, not to uphold justice?
?
It’s obviously unreasonable!
The problem is, he told Qin Yao earlier that if he wanted to truly defeat Shi Jian, he must have the strength to carry the flag. Although these words contained a hint of hope, they did not mean that I would be the referee.
This bastard is trying to bribe the referee!
"Master, are you okay?" Qin Yao asked with a surprised look on his face, holding up the elixir bottle.
Hmm... I look like I don't know anything and I don't think much about it.
The old master chuckled lightly and reached out to take the porcelain bottle: "In terms of cultivation, prestige, and connections, you are far behind Shi Jian. But when it comes to human nature and sophistication, I have to say that you are very stable."
Qin Yao smiled and said: "I only know that no matter what the relationship is, we get along slowly. All the favors need to be given positive feedback. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful you are, you will eventually be eliminated. After all, the next update will be
good."
"What nonsense?" The old boss was really amused by him, and drove him away: "Go and sleep, go and sleep, don't act poor in front of me."
Qin Yao smiled, bowed slightly, turned around and strode away.
"It's strange that little Gillian, who is not good at sneaking around, has brought out such a worldly and smooth disciple...it's strange." Watching his figure fading away, the old master murmured.
"Young class."
"Young class..."
night.
The Yizhuang people on the day shift were packing their things and getting ready to get off work when they suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of their eye. They all put down their work and greeted him with a smile.
Qin Yao waved as he walked: "You are busy with your business, don't worry about me."
It looks like a big boss coming to inspect the work.
"Are you at ease?" In the hall, Uncle Jiu respectfully offered three sticks of incense to the Patriarch, and then turned to look at the disciples standing in front of the door with hands tied.
It's time to have dinner soon, and the ancestor's incense must be offered first.
Qin Yao walked in through the door, saw the curl of cigarette smoke rising, and bowed to the statue: "Don't worry... Master, is everything okay in Yizhuang recently?"
"There is something I need to tell you." Uncle Jiu asked him to sit down and said, "Tomb Sweeping Day will be in two days. The yin and yang are connected, and the door of ghosts is wide open. Qiu Sheng told me that we are in the ghost business.
, during this holiday, we should launch some projects to give back to our customers, do you have any ideas?”
Qin Yao smiled and said, "You must have thought about it a long time ago, right? Let me tell you yours first."
"I want to get a troupe to sing a three-day opera for the entertainment of ghosts and monsters," said Uncle Jiu.
Qin Yao was slightly startled, but he remembered the opportunity for the female ghost Xiaoli to appear in Zombie Supreme.
According to the timeline in the movie, the time when she appeared should be the Ghost Festival on July 15th, not the Qingming Festival in February (old calendar).
However, due to my own reasons, many timelines about Uncle Jiu are messed up, and it is impossible to guarantee that Qi Xiaoli will appear on the Qingming Festival.
"What's wrong, is there something wrong with this idea?" Uncle Jiu asked.
Qin Yao suppressed the strangeness in his heart for the time being and said with a smile: "No problem, the idea is good. Have you decided on a manager?"
"Qiu Sheng volunteered to take care of it. Originally, I was worried that there would be too many ghosts and it would be difficult to control them. Now that you are back, I will feel at ease." Uncle Jiu said.
Qin Yao said: "I will come and watch at that time to ensure that there will be no trouble."
"Master, junior brother." The two masters and apprentices were talking. After receiving the news, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai hurried over and greeted them before they even entered the door.
Uncle Jiu nodded slightly.
Qin Yao said with a smile: "Two senior brothers."
"Qiu Sheng, I'll leave the drama troupe affairs to you, and Qin Yao will take charge of the battle for you." Later, the specially hired chef brought the food to the table, and Uncle Jiu picked up his chopsticks and said.
Qiu Sheng chuckled: "No problem. As for the first issue, I will do my best to make the Yizhuang Qingming Festival activities deeply rooted in the hearts of the underworld, ah no, the ghosts."
Everyone chuckled and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Yimao year.
Gengchen month.
Dingmao day.
On the twenty-second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, during the Qingming Festival, at midnight, the gate of hell opens wide.
In the cold wind with a hint of coolness, four Wu Chang, who had been prepared by Uncle Jiu in advance, held mourning sticks and escorted nearly three hundred ghosts from nearby Renjia Town to the Yizhuang warehouse. In the warehouse, Qiu Sheng spent a lot of money.
Invited theater troupe.
In addition to these old ghosts who have not been reincarnated due to various reasons, the Yizhuang Opera Troupe tonight is not on guard against those ghosts who have no home or nowhere to go. As long as they come after hearing the sound, they will all come.
Don't refuse.
Among the ghosts.
A female ghost wearing a long white dress and a white hair ornament, with a charming appearance but not a kitsch temperament, kept looking around, as if looking for some opportunity.
Unexpectedly, this journey has been smooth and uneventful, and she did not dare to move unless something unexpected happened, lest she be caught by the black and white impermanence, and her soul would be driven away by the mourning stick.
"Here we are." Just as she was worrying about how to escape, she suddenly heard the cold voice of the ghost. Looking up, she saw the iron door of the warehouse in front of her was wide open. On the stage with colorful flowers and willows, the actors in costumes were motionless and silent.
Waiting for the drama to begin.
In the corner, a group of lonely ghosts gathered together, whispering, and laughing cheerfully from time to time, obviously very happy with this scene.
"Come in quickly, you are the dead souls from all over the town, so you can get the best seat to watch the show." Leading the group of ghosts to the door of the warehouse, an impermanent man pointed to the open space in the middle and said.
Because we don’t know how many ghosts will come, there are no benches, tables, or chairs under the stage to avoid being unable to stand and causing any further disputes.
The female ghost in the white dress walked into the warehouse among the crowd, turned around and took a look, only to see four impermanent men holding weapons, stopping in front of the door, staring at all the ghosts in the room.