Chapter 1051 Nuo Opera Temple Fair Lord Changsheng
At this time, it was approaching dusk.
Sang and Zhao Zhenren hurriedly arrived at the back hill of Lanxi Town.
It was originally a relatively warm season, but at this moment, a thick fog actually formed around the back mountain.
Faintly, you can also hear the sound of wind chimes.
The two walked into the mountains and started heading directly towards the top of the mountain.
"The fog is rising and the silver bells are ringing. This is a sign that ghosts are on patrol."
"Indeed, but when I came back to the back mountain last time, it was pretty normal here and there were no problems."
"So...that's what happened last night or today?"
"I don't know, but... the probability is very high."
At this time, a sound of footsteps came.
The two of them immediately became alert.
But among the trees, Ah Cheng slowly walked out with Xiaoyu's support.
"A Cheng?"
"Huh? Are you... the girl from the ghost market?"
Sang looked at the Yinshan boy beside him.
The latter coughed twice and said nothing with a guilty conscience.
"Mr. Sang, Mr. Zhao."
Ah Cheng limped up to the two of them.
Sang Ziran noticed the wound on Acheng's ankle, but what surprised him even more was... the injury on Acheng's ankle seemed to be about to heal.
But even as of this morning, Cheng didn't have any injuries on his body.
so……
It was the herbal medicine that caused the wound to heal prematurely.
Sang looked at Xiaoyu cautiously:
"Young people don't tell secret stories. Girl, what is your relationship with that scholar and mountain ghost?"
Before Xiao Yu could speak, Ah Cheng said with a naive smile:
"Mr. Sang, Zhenren Zhao, her name is Xiaoyu."
"They are the villagers of Heishan Village on this mountain. Their patron saint is the God of Heishan Mountain."
"Heishan Village?" Sang frowned and immediately looked at Xiao Yu: "Since ancient times, no matter the mountain gods or ghosts, they have rarely been named for their good looks."
"Because the positive color represents the need to bear deeper karma, and... not everyone's blessings can bear it."
"Miss Xiaoyu, the mountain god you call..."
Xiao Yu took a few steps back in fear, looking delicate and lovely.
"Well... may I ask... what's wrong?"
Upon seeing this, Ah Cheng quickly stopped in front of Sang and hurriedly explained:
"Mr. Sang, I know that Miss Xiaoyu is not an ordinary person."
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"But she bandaged me when I was injured. And she used something...what?"
Ah Cheng looked at the Yinshan boy.
The Yinshan boy sighed helplessly, came to Sang and Zhao Zhenren, and told all the causes and consequences.
However, he didn't say anything about the Eight Immortals Incense given to Cheng by the mountain ghost and the note.
"Eternal Grass? Ten Immortals?" Sang was surprised and uncertain: "Do you have all the treasures passed down from the Kingdom of Goguryeo?"
"Forget it, Cheng, come back with me first. I have something to tell you."
Zhao Zhenren on the side grabbed Acheng with his big hand, directly lifted Acheng up, and then put it on his shoulder.
Cheng, who was in a state of embarrassment, still greeted Xiaoyu stupidly.
However, at this time, Xiao Yu's eyes showed a hint of sadness, and there seemed to be a trace of intolerance.
…
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After watching others leave, Xiaoyu sighed softly.
At this time, the Black Mountain Ghost suddenly appeared next to Xiaoyu.
He gently patted Xiaoyu's shoulder, responding to the other party's inexplicable emotions, but in the end he just shook his head:
"Your companion has also passed."
"You go too."
"Tonight, the Nuo Opera Temple Fair is prepared for you."
Xiao Yu opened her mouth, but there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes:
"But... Sir, is this really okay?"
"If Cheng knew, would he..."
Black Mountain Ghost shook his head:
"In the beginning, it was because of him that you were here."
"Since he gave this cause and effect to you, it should have a beginning and an end."
"Go ahead."
…
When Sang and Zhao Zhenren took Acheng and the Yinshan boy back to Lanxi Town, the sky was already filled with moon and stars.
As soon as I entered the city gate, I smelled a burst of smoke from fireworks.
Taking a closer look, the huge temple fair has already begun.
The eaves of every house are covered with lanterns.
The lantern has a special human face pattern painted on it.
"These are all Nuo opera pictures." Sang Ning said: "If people from a town start holding a Nuo opera conference in an instant, it is indeed the God of Nuo who takes action!"
Zhao Zhenren glanced at the curious Acheng behind him and couldn't help but say:
"The Nuo God was originally the protector of a land and water people, and the Eighty Kings were the main gods among them."
"Why do these gods do such things?"
Sang shook his head:
"have no idea."
"But... in the witchcraft period before the Buddhist and Taoist culture, many of these water and earth gods were originally chaotic existences of good and evil. It is not easy to measure them with human thinking. It is better to..."
Before he finished speaking, a burst of exclamation came from not far away.
"Oh my God! What a miracle!"
"Oh, Bodhisattva!"
"No, no, no, I'm not a Bodhisattva. People have already said that I want to be called Lord Changsheng!"
For a time, the cheers grew louder and louder.
Ah Cheng scratched his head:
"Mr. Sang, Zhenren Zhao, we..."
Looking at Acheng's expression, both of them felt helpless.
Ah Cheng is in his prime, a fun age, and it is really difficult for him to be like the two of them.
"Anyway, it's not easy to go back to Ning Mansion now, so let's take Acheng to look around."
At the suggestion, Sang dragged Ah Cheng.
Following the cheers just now, everyone came to a wooden house not far away.
But he saw a young man with a handsome face sitting under the courtyard. He looked very young, probably not yet old enough to be crowned weak.
Her lips are red and her teeth are white, her eyes are bright, and she is lighting a lamp in front of her.
This lamp also looks very strange.
The lamp holder is a turtle, but its limbs and head are vaguely dragon-shaped.
A long pole is connected from the center of the turtle shell of the turtle lamp holder to the lotus lampstand above.
As the lights were lit, the old man in front of him who looked to be seventy or eighty years old, under the light, his white hair turned into blue hair, and even the wrinkles on his face and the old age of his body also appeared.
gradually disappear.
Seeing this scene in his eyes, Sang's pupils froze.
Permanent youth?
Rejuvenation?
How could there be such a magical method?
Immediately, Sang quietly asked Zhao Zhenren: "Have you ever encountered this kind of situation?"
Zhao Zhenren shook his head: "I looked very carefully, this is not an illusion."
"The key point is probably on the oil lamp."
"but……"
But when the two of them were thinking, the old man's aging state had completely disappeared. Instead, he turned into a young man in his thirties.
"I...I've really become younger!"
"I...I feel full of power!"
The rejuvenated old man looked at the handsome young man in front of him with tears in his eyes.
"Thank you Lord Changsheng!"
"Thank you Lord Changsheng!"
After kowtowing repeatedly, the other party left crying with joy.
But I saw Lord Changsheng looking at everyone with a smile:
"Is there any other elderly person who hopes to be rejuvenated?"
"But I have something to say first. If you are under thirty years old, don't waste my time. You are in your youth and you don't need my longevity."
After the words fell, Sang and Zhao Zhenren looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
Provide longevity?
Naturally, this method cannot be used by humans.
Even among mountain elves and wild monsters, there are very few who can do this.
Moreover... no one is a fool, who would provide his longevity to others?
But he saw Master Changsheng slowly getting up. His dark robe was embroidered with a dragon and turtle pattern that was exactly the same as the lamp holder.
"Today's Nuo Opera Temple Fair is also where we and other predestined people gather."
"Anyone who wants to live a long life can pay any chips. As long as he gets the deal, I will make everything go as he wishes."
As he said this, the young man who called himself Master Changsheng saw Acheng.
"Young Master, you seem to have injuries on your body?"
Acheng was stunned for a moment, then pointed at himself:
"I?"
Lord Changsheng smiled and nodded.
Seeing this, Sang stood in front of Acheng without leaving any trace.
However... Acheng was so naive that he didn't understand Sang's hint and walked carelessly in front of Lord Changsheng.
Beside, the Yinshan boy whispered:
"Mr. Sang, how about... you let me follow you..."
"Following the death of such a curious master, I...I can't handle it..."
Sang couldn't help but rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to the Yinshan boy's excuses.
On the side, Master Zhao has silently grasped the golden knife in his sleeve, and his body is slightly tense.
But saw:
"But... didn't I say that I can't come to you if I'm under thirty years old?"
"I...I'm still young."
Lord Changsheng smiled and shook his head, his hands slightly clasped behind his back, showing a hint of maturity.
"Eternal life, what is eternal life?"
"You can live a long life."
"However, if a person does not get sick or suffer any disaster in his life, he can basically live a long life."
"So, for older people, rejuvenation is the most important thing."
"But for young people like you, how to recover from the injury and repair the vitality is the most important thing."
As he spoke, Lord Changsheng pointed to the wound on Cheng’s ankle:
"It hurts your muscles and bones. Although the herbal medicine you bandaged is effective, I can make you recover immediately."
"How about, do you want to give it a try?"
Ah Cheng's eyes lit up and he immediately became interested.
However, he finally had something in mind and turned his head to look at Sang.
Sang closed his eyes slightly, carefully looked at the kind-hearted Lord Changsheng, and finally nodded:
"A Cheng, since this Lord Changsheng invites you, you might as well listen to the chips first before talking."
Lord Changsheng smiled and invited Acheng to take a seat.
"What is the name of the young master?"
"Oh, my name is Ning Caichen, from Lanxi Zhenning Mansion."
Lord Changsheng nodded and motioned for Acheng to stretch out his wrist.
After taking a pulse, Lord Changsheng couldn't help but say:
"Young Master is young, but the internal diseases are a bit serious. He is hiding the pain of five kinds of fatigue and seven injuries. He may not be a hundred years old."
"If you want your body to recover, it's not difficult."
"But I need...Young Master to draw a picture for me."
Ah Cheng blinked.
This request was much easier than he imagined.
"I wonder... Lord Changsheng, what paintings do you need?"
Lord Changsheng pointed to the dragon turtle lotus lantern in front of him: "It's very simple, young master... just draw a picture of a dragon turtle for me!"