The swaying limbs, the quivering and retracting white fangs, these things are twisting together in harmony with the beating and ritual music.
The three people dancing Nuo opera in the distance, at this moment, gave Li Huowang the feeling that they were no longer people, but trees.
After twisting a cup of tea, some kind of high-pitched singing came out from behind their wooden masks.
"ㄨㄛˊㄕㄣˊㄑㄨㄍㄨ~~"
This is a kind of singing that Li Huowang and others cannot understand. The tone rises and falls with the sound of the instruments, giving it a special charm.
Li Huowang and others didn't understand, but the locals seemed to understand. They closed their eyes slightly, tapped their fingers on their legs, and hummed along.
After listening for a while, but unable to discern a reason, Li Huowang stepped forward.
Regardless of whether he's weird or not, I'm not a dramatist anyway, so it has nothing to do with me.
But after taking a few steps, Li Huowang saw Lu Zhuangyuan standing there motionless.
"You're not busy, you go first, hum! I want to see what the show here is like."
Perhaps he is an enemy in the same industry, but it sounds like he is very hostile to those Nuo opera performers.
"Dad, why don't we try another day? People here are unfamiliar with the place. It's uneasy."
Lu Zhuangyuan's eyes suddenly widened and he raised his cigarette pole towards his eldest son.
"Oh, you still care about your father? There are so many people coming and going on the street, what's the point of uneasiness?"
While they were noisy, Li Huowang had already led others to move forward.
After walking for half a stick of incense, they finally opened a guest room at an inn with the word "wine" hanging on the door.
In an old bedroom, Li Huowang put his things on the table and breathed a sigh of relief.
Two swords, "Da Qian Lu", a slate book, and instruments of torture. These things are put together in bits and pieces, and the weight is not light.
Picking up the teapot, pouring out a glass of water and taking a sip, Li Huowang's brows suddenly wrinkled.
Bai Lingmiao, who was arranging the quilt, saw this scene and came over. "What's wrong?"
"Try it, is there a strange smell in the water?" Li Huowang handed over the tea in his hand.
Holding it in both hands and taking a sip, Bai Lingmiao nodded in surprise. "It's true, it smells like earth."
"I thought I was too sensitive, but it seems that's not the case. The water quality in Houshu is not good."
Li Huowang walked to the window and propped up the paper window with wooden strips to disperse the stale air in the room.
"Wait until tomorrow, let everyone else go out and ask for news about Houshu. It's best to find a detailed map to avoid going astray."
"Well, okay, I'll listen to you." Bai Lingmiao tidied the sheets and reached out to untie Li Huowang's Taoist robe.
"When I was leading the horse, I just saw a well next to it. I'll go do the laundry now that I have time."
"By the way, Senior Brother Li, I remember that there was a Taoist boy who died. His family seems to be in this town. Should we send his ashes there?"
Li Huowang's heart moved, and then he remembered that he had indeed heard someone talk about this before.
"Who keeps the ashes? I will deliver them."
"Now? It's so late, why don't you take a rest first and go back tomorrow."
In the end, Li Huowang still carried the ashes, steamed buns and Yang child and walked out of the inn. He was too lazy to delay such a small matter.
The reason why I wanted to take Yang child was because he played well with the dead Taoist boy and he knew where that person lived.
Of course, he also had another tacit meaning, which was that he was afraid that Li Huowang would go crazy and no one would take care of him.
Li Huowang has no one around him now. With him here, he can come back in time to notify others.
Yang child, holding the urn, told Li Huowang the story of the dead Taoist boy.
"When we were in Qingfengguan, we all called her Mao Bragging, because she especially liked to brag, saying that her home was bigger than the entire Qingfengguan, and she also raised more than a hundred sheep."
"He also said that he was the only girl in the family, and the family loved her the most. His father would kill her as much mutton as he wanted."
Li Huowang glanced at the urn in his hand in surprise. "Is this boy a girl?"
"Yes, Senior Brother Li, don't you remember?"
Li Huowang shook his head. These Taoist boys basically had no place in his heart, and he didn't pay much attention to these hard-working children.
"Hey... we are also poor people. We all escaped from Qingfeng Temple and drowned." Li Huowang suddenly felt a pang of regret.
"Don't you feel disgusted when these words come out of your mouth? What qualifications do you have to say this? Do you know how many people have been strangled to death by your own hands?"
These words frightened the child Yang beside him. He and other people had seen Brother Li talking to himself from time to time, but he was still not used to it.
Li Huowang, whose face became a little ugly, stopped talking and walked forward with his head buried in his face.
Although Li Huowang tried his best to ignore these hallucinations, this was not an easy task.
They went further and further away, gradually heading towards the edge of this Gobi town.
The sky has gotten a lot darker, and there are fewer people on the road. Most people are in a hurry.
Just when Li Huowang was about to ask if Child Yang was here, a shout of joy rang out from behind.
"Taoist priest! Taoist priest!! It's me!"
Li Huowang subconsciously turned his head to look. When he saw someone calling, he was overjoyed.
That person was the old monk who stayed at Zhengde Temple before.
Compared with the clean appearance in the temple before, he now looks slovenly and slovenly.
"Monk, why are you here? Aren't you staying at Zhengde Temple?"
After hearing what I said, the monk couldn't help complaining. "Don't mention it. In the temple, I was almost suffocated. I couldn't do good deeds without saying anything. They even asked me to recite Buddhist scriptures."
"How could I bear this? Then I just came out and let it go. By the way, where are you going?"
"Go... give me something. Let's go together. Didn't the monk from Zhengde Temple make things difficult for you when you came out of the temple?"
"Why do they want to embarrass me? Not only do they not embarrass me, but they also give me a lot of money. The monks are all good people, not bad people."
"Heh." Li Huowang smiled, not bothering to argue.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign country made Li Huowang feel better. It was always so easy to get along with simple people. Li Huowang chatted with the monk very much.
Li Huowang deliberately brought up some things he had experienced in the past, and the other party was able to handle them.
Just when he was getting excited about the conversation, Child Yang's voice brought him back to his senses. "Senior Brother Li... is here."