The troupe came on stage, and the ghosts walked with floats instead of feet, but the singers still swung their legs onto the stage when they came on stage, and after taking the stage, they bent down and saluted and sang "O" according to the script.
"Why do you just open your mouth and make no sound? It's a pantomime." The actors on the stage seemed to be performing a silent drama. They just opened their mouths but no sound came out, and their movements were also impressive.
The villagers sitting under the stage clapped from time to time and seemed to be quite enthusiastic.
"It's singing, but we can't hear it. If you can hear it, it can only mean one thing. You have become a ghost." Xiang Que glanced at the actors on the stage, turned around and said, "These people must have
They are all opera singers. After death, I don’t know why they are unable to be reincarnated and stay in the world, but they think that they are not dead and they still sing operas for people every day.”
The ghost singing opera is the same as the drowned ghost and the hanged ghost. The drowned person becomes a ghost and hides in the water to cause harm to people. When the hanged ghost appears, there is always a rope hanging around the neck and bleeding from the seven orifices. The same is true for the ghost singing opera. After death, the ghost still turns into a ghost.
I thought of myself as an actor.
"Is it possible that these villagers are possessed by ghosts every night, and then come here to watch a show? During the day, people are possessed by ghosts at night, so don't all the villagers have to be tortured to death?" Wang Xuanzhen stared, confused.
Said: "However, the location of this village is not too deep in the mountains and old forests, so why has no one discovered it? Look at the villagers, there are not many young girls and boys. They must have left the village to go outside. Well, what do you think of them?
Are you also going to let your family be haunted by ghosts?"
"Gulu" seemed to be singing a fighting opera on the stage at this time. The two opera singers were fighting with swords, which was quite real. One of them actually chopped off the opponent's head with a knife, and then rolled on the stage.
After rolling twice, he fell off the stage.
Yang Feier was so frightened that she shouted "Oh my God", grabbed Wang Xuanzhen's arm and hid behind him.
"Wow!" The actor on the stage stopped singing and turned his head to look at where the three of them were standing. The villagers in the audience also turned their heads stiffly and looked at the three of them.
The actor who had lost his head floated down from the stage, reached out and hooked the fallen head, and he took it in his hand and pressed it on his neck. Two lines of blood suddenly flowed out from the eyes on his head, and then he vomited scarlet blood.
His tongue floated towards Que and the others.
As soon as the actors moved, the villagers sitting below also stood up and slowly surrounded them with stiff-legged steps.
"It seems like zombies are besieging the city. What are you doing, Brother Que?" Wang Xuazhen asked with squinting eyes.
"If you don't do it, are you still waiting for them to come to you?" Xiang Que took out two talisman papers and handed them to Fatty Wang and Yang Feier: "Put two drops of blood on yourself and hold them for self-defense. You two stand back and I'll take them."
"The sky is blue and the purple clouds are blooming, the immortals Zhu and Li are sending their souls, the three souls are returning to their true bodies, and the seven souls are returning to protect themselves." Xiang Que makes a seal with both hands, his index and middle fingers are together, his little finger is bent inward, and a lotus flower blooms at his mouth: "The Green Emperor protects himself."
Soul, the White Emperor serves the soul, the Red Emperor nourishes Qi, the Black Emperor activates the blood, the Yellow Emperor is the central lord, all gods are invincible, the dead souls are gone quickly... The Yin Si Xiangque received the order of the King of Hell from the underworld to collect the dead souls in the world...
···Tai Shang Laojun is as urgent as the law, accept it”
"Shua", pieces of talisman paper flew out from the backpack behind Xiang Que, scattering all over the sky, flying over the heads of the lonely ghosts who were surrounding him.
"The gate of heaven is open, the gate of earth is open, the gate of the underworld is open..." Xiang Que raised his hand and pressed down. In an instant, countless talismans "pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop" were printed on the actors and villagers.
of the head.
It's really not difficult to fight against such lonely ghosts. The most they can do is scare people, and they have no combat experience. Xiang Que can seal them all in the talisman paper without even using any means.
Xiang Que bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, holding the blood in his mouth, and then suddenly spurted out, and the blood droplets suddenly spread out like a drizzle.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in the village, making a roaring noise all around. All the villagers and actors stood motionless, standing upright.
"Did you see it? As soon as Brother Que takes action, you will know if he is there. With him here we can ward off evil spirits," Wang Xuanzhen said, baring his teeth.
Wang Xuanzhen turned and frowned again and asked: "However, if you send out so many lonely ghosts, the underworld will definitely have to investigate."
"Then it's no longer under my control. I'll kill him or bury him." Xiang Que pinched his fingers and walked to the front of the crowd, pointing at the talisman above Guhun's head.
"Whoa" the talisman floated lightly, turning into a golden light and penetrated into the opponent's body. Then the lonely ghost disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the talisman in Xiang Que's hand.
Xiang Que walked to the next lonely ghost again, preparing to take him in and send them all to the underworld.
Quietly, a piece of cold light flashed across the dark night sky in the distance, rushing toward the village very quickly.
"Pfft"
A three-foot-long mahogany sword was inserted in front of Xiang Que's feet.
"Fellow Taoist, please show mercy." The voice has already arrived before the person arrives.
Wang Xuanzhen looked around blankly and asked: "Is there anyone there? Where is it?"
"It's far away," Xiang Que said calmly.
"Pah!" Xiang Que took out a cigarette and lit it, waiting for the other party to come. Those lonely ghosts had been immobilized by the talisman. He was not in a hurry to deal with them. He wanted to see the person who suddenly interfered.
What are your demands?
Ten minutes later, there was the sound of hurried footsteps on the mountain, and then an unexpected figure jumped out of the forest.
The person who came was very young, seemed to be in his late twenties, and was wearing casual clothes.
After the young man jumped out of the forest, he glanced at the ghost-possessed villagers and the actors. When he saw everyone, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fellow Taoist, please be merciful."
Xiang Que asked calmly: "You have known about the lonely ghosts here for a long time."
"It's been many years. These dead souls from Maruo Village have been here before I took over. It is said that they have been there for decades."
"You take over?"
The young man nodded, cupped his hands and said: "Xu Hang, Minnan Yinsi, was born under the ancestor Bai Yuchan of the Southern Taoist Sect in Wuyi Mountain."
Xu Hang, this is the first time Xiang Que has met the underworld other than Cao Qingdao.
Xiang Que said oh, and then asked: "A ghost has a human body, or a hundred ghosts have a body. You are the underworld and actually confiscated them. There is a story in this."
Xu Hang said: "I also heard it from the mouth of the former underworld chief here. The lonely ghosts here have been registered in the underworld, and Yama Luo personally approved it."
"Huh? Is there such a thing?" Xiang Que asked in surprise.
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