"What? Master Xianyu has also come down the mountain?"
"I'll go and take a photo for us to see."
The other person quickly took a photo, and then his WeChat Moments went viral.
"Holy shit, Abbot Fangzheng has come down the mountain! I've been to the mountain several times, but I haven't seen Abbot Fangzheng! I can't miss it this time! Brother, here I come!"
"I'm coming too!"
"As the saying goes, One-finger Temple is easy to visit, but Fangzheng Temple is hard to see. You must go!"
"Oh, I'll go take a look too!"
…
Suddenly, a large group of people swarmed over.
However, some people are also asking: "Abbot Fangzheng came down the mountain so late at night, why did he sit there and watch Peking Opera?"
"That's right. Is Peking Opera that good?"
"How did I know? I can't understand this thing."
"No matter what, for the sake of Abbot Fangzheng, go ahead!"
…
Seeing that everyone was here, the man stopped worrying and quickly sat down on Fang Zheng's chair. He whispered: "Abbot Fang Zheng, you..."
"Shh, be quiet while listening to the show." Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and whispered.
The man was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Okay..."
Next, the two of them just sat like this, looking up at the play on the stage.
At first, the man thought it was quite boring, but gradually, he found that it seemed... quite interesting.
Because as his circle of friends exploded, other people also forwarded it one after another, and then spread it from ten to ten, and gradually, Songwu County was detonated!
Although Fang Zheng is located on Yizhi Mountain, Fang Zheng has always been a dragon that never sees its end. He is either wandering outside or hiding behind him every day. Not many people actually see Fang Zheng or chat with him for a while.
So, I heard that Fang Zheng has entered the city!
Just like when they heard that the Black Blind Man had entered the city, countless people came swarming with cameras, just to take a picture of the most crooked monk in China and go back to show off.
In addition, this place is not far from the school. The world-class tea ceremony competition just now attracted many people. Now that everyone has dispersed, naturally many people are passing by here...
"Hey, husband, look, Uncle Jiang and the others are still singing. There is an audience this time..."
"This is really rare. There is an audience. It's such a cold day and there are still people watching the show."
"Hey, that seems to be a monk. It looks familiar... It seems like..."
"Abbot Fangzheng!" my husband exclaimed.
"It's really Abbot Fangzheng! No wonder he's so handsome. Husband, let's go over and watch the show!"
"Uh... are you sure you want to watch a show?"
"Well... let's take a look at the monk."
…
"Look, the person in front of the stage seems to be Abbot Fangzheng!"
"It's true, there are also Master Xianyu, Master Jingxin, and Master Jingzhen!"
"Let's go over and have a look."
…
"Abbot Fangzheng actually came down the mountain. Is this show so good?"
"I heard that Uncle Jiang, who sang opera, used to be in a cultural troupe, specializing in singing "Taking Tiger Mountain by Wisdom". Later, the cultural troupe was disbanded. After he retired, he practiced his voice here every day. Later, the community allocated a space for them.
They sing here every day."
"No wonder you have such a good voice. It turns out you were from an art troupe."
"Let's go over and have a look."
…
As a result, more and more people were sitting around Fang Zheng.
Everyone came here for Fang Zheng, so their eyes were naturally fixed on Fang Zheng.
As soon as they sat down, many people wanted to get close to Fang Zheng, say something, or take a selfie.
But when everyone saw Fang Zheng sitting upright, smiling, and watching the play on the stage with a devoted expression, he would shout "Hello" twice from time to time.
Everyone's noise was unconsciously silenced by this monk.
The child who was crying to go home stopped crying.
The person who was supposed to take the photo put down his phone.
The person who was about to talk shut up.
Everyone was sitting there, with their heads raised, watching the show quietly...
This scene is like a framed picture, and it seems as if someone has cast magic.
On the stage, the actors were originally just acting for a monk and a squirrel, but as the number of people increased, several old opera actors seemed to have returned to their youth. As soon as the stage started to sing, people from eight villages from ten miles away came.
, climbing trees, climbing on roofs, climbing on walls...
The children cry, the dolls make noises, the melon seeds sellers, the soda sellers, and the big popsicles...
In a trance, they really seemed to be young. With their blood boiling, their movements became more and more flexible. Only the singing voice had a bit of vibrato, as if they were crying...the tears flowed down uncontrollably...
The audience in the audience were originally just watching under the influence of Fang Zheng.
But looking at it, they didn't know why. Looking at Yang Zirong's Zhi Dou Zuo Mountain Eagle, they seemed to be in it all of a sudden.
What made them even more dazed, a strong sense of the times came to them, as if they were suddenly transported back to the past, but that was just a feeling.
No one saw it. Under the stands, the monk slowly put his hands together and sighed: "Amitabha, I feel something in my heart, why not reappear it!"
The next moment, everyone falls asleep!
Suddenly, everyone seemed to hear the sounds of that era!
Then the stage in front of me turned into one made of clay...
There is no cement on the ground where I sit, leaving only black earth. What I sit on under my butt are fertilizer bags and old newspapers...
Everyone’s clothes have also changed to those of that era. There are people behind them selling ice crowns, and people in front carrying dustpans selling melon seeds...
There was a naughty child on the edge of the stands who wanted to climb up, but was caught by an adult, pulled aside and spanked...
There are no tall buildings, only low houses. The sky is as blue as a wash, and the stars are as bright as lamps. Without a telescope, you can see the stars across the sky by looking up!
In the distance, there are the shadows of large trees. The wind is blowing snow, and the snow is mixed with the smell of straw...
Fang Zheng has not gone back to a more distant era. What he can take everyone back is only when he was a child.
The scene in front of me is the reappearance of Yizhi Village.
But in that era, everyone was equally poor and happy. Looking at this scene, everyone felt something in their heart.
The adults were crying and the children were screaming curiously.
The old actors in the stands stamped their feet, and their voices returned to normal. A big show started again, and their voices became louder and more shocking!
The cheers came and went...
The atmosphere at the scene became more and more lively, and no one noticed that, except for some characters in the scene that Fang Zheng had imagined, there were more and more people at the scene.
At first, everyone was clamoring to see Fang Zheng.
When we arrived at the scene and saw such a hot scene, everyone subconsciously went to watch the show, and then they were emotionally moved and entered the dream set by Fang Zheng.
In the end, many people didn't know Fang Zheng was here, but everyone was curious, why were there so many people?
As a result, more and more people went to the theater, and fewer people went to see the monk...