No wonder, no wonder even he could fall into it, and no wonder those four mirror gods were able to become gods two thousand years ago.
So that’s it, even though the Fengzheng here doesn’t look like some kind of human luck in folklore, it seems to be something about faith and belief.
As long as you listen to enough plays, you may even be incorporated into the play and spread like the evil ghost in the play just now.
Then he may obtain the divine status of being canonized!
Maybe there is some water in this divine throne, but it is still a divine throne!
The upper limit of evil spirits is kings. What if they become gods?
His eyes became brighter and brighter, and he wished he could go directly to Valon and ask him to get a few troupes to take turns working.
No wonder I couldn't control my emotions just now. This thing interrupted my opportunity.
Thinking about the way Luo Qing looked at the middle-aged man who was still screaming, something gradually started to go wrong. Destroying someone's chance is a big revenge.
In Chinese legends, if the opera ends safely, everything will be fine, but if it is interrupted midway, it is a big taboo.
"What happened to you just now? Why are you so scary?" Xiaoyu came over and asked quietly, with some concern in her tone.
When Luo Qing came back to his senses, he was immediately greeted by three pairs of concerned eyes.
He couldn't help but smile sincerely: "It's nothing, but opera seems to have a unique meaning for ghosts. If there was no dad just now, that person might really be gone."
The confusion in Xiaoyu's eyes deepened, and she asked curiously: "Why is this happening? Can't you control yourself?"
Luo Qing smiled: "Uncle Long should know something. There was a legend that once a play starts, even if there is no one in the audience, it must finish singing. There will be guests from all directions, mortals from all directions, and ghosts and gods from all directions."
"The ghosts and gods here are actually evil spirits. Evil spirits may evolve if they listen to the opera too much. So if there is an evil spirit hiding next to you, when the opera stops, it will be like..."
Luo Qing frowned and thought about the adjective: "It feels like your super moose was snatched away."
Xiaoyu was stunned, frowned and thought for a moment. If her super moose was robbed, she shook her head violently and said seriously: "Then I will definitely use the Kung Fu taught me by Uncle Long to blow that man's head off!"
"Xiaoyu! Kung Fu is for you to cultivate your character, not to use violence!" Chen Long frowned and preached, but then he looked thoughtful and murmured: "I always thought it was just a folk legend, but I didn't expect it.
It’s actually true.”
"Actually, many legends are mostly false. For example, evil spirits have no thoughts and will not be blamed. Debts have owners. Animals can also become evil spirits. The peach wood sword is useless against evil spirits." Luo Qing said as he saw
Dad walked over here, he smiled and said: "Okay, it seems we have to go."
Woohoo~
The sound of sirens outside was piercing, and soon some police officers carefully walked inside with guns in hand. Mr. Wen immediately came forward to explain something.
"Let's go, go back first, things here may take a while to deal with." Dad said and walked out.
The police officers had no intention of stopping him. This man was robbing someone with a gun and endangering the lives of others. He was just going to go in and squat as he wished.
As for the supernatural phenomena mentioned by the reporter, that's not their business. District 13 is already on the way.
Back at the antique shop, Xiaoyu and Luo Qing looked at each other, and finally Luo Qing said: "Dad, that troupe doesn't seem so clean anymore."
Dad suddenly frowned and looked over: "What's wrong?"
"Well. Xiaoyu and I discovered that two of the actors planned to steal the museum." Luo Qing looked at his father and said carefully: "You know, the drama's wall-penetrating paint is not a small help in theft." p>
The theater is the Bai Yueguang in my father’s memory. God knows whether he believes it or not.
Sure enough, my father immediately frowned and asked: "How could it be? There are many tests in theater study. How can someone with a bad mind survive a job career?"
"Stealing a museum? Which museum is it?" Chen Long's reaction was much bigger. Archaeologists and museums are always inseparable.
Luo Qing spread his hands and said helplessly: "I don't know either. Xiaoyu and I have heard so much. They will take action tonight."
Both Chen Long and his father frowned in thought. Chen Long even took out his mobile phone, hesitating.
It is impossible to convict the theft before it is committed, and reporting the crime seems useless.
Dad was silent for a long time, waved his hand and said, "Dad, I know, you don't have to worry about this matter."
Luo Qing and Xiaoyu looked at each other again, and they both understood the meaning in each other's eyes, so they nodded decisively: "Okay, then Uncle Long, I'm taking Xiaoyu out to play."
"Be safe." Chen Long responded casually without any objection. There is no danger in staying with Luo Qing. That's a ghost!
"Okay, I'll take her out for dinner and send her back before going to bed." Luo Qing said, winking at Xiaoyu, and quickly ran away without waiting for an answer.
Looking at the slightly dazzling sunshine in the afternoon, Luo Qing suggested: "How about we go to Moose Paradise for a while? It's still early anyway, and they may have to wait until the evening performance is over before taking action."
Xiaoyu paused, her eyes brightening slightly, but then she still shook her head: "No, I think this is more interesting."
Xiaoyu took out the wall paint, looked around and walked towards the alley not far away.
Luo Qing paused, then smiled helplessly, well, Xiaoyu is not willing to take advantage of others, even if they are friends.
When Luo Qing also walked into the alley, Xiaoyu's face had turned completely white, and she was looking at a wall eager to try.
"Would you like some?" Hearing the footsteps behind him, Xiaoyu handed over the small box in his hand and asked.
"No need, I can pass through the wall." Luo Qing's hand turned transparent as he said it, and he immediately stretched it into the wall, proving his words.
Xiaoyu glanced at it enviously and said, "Okay, let's start today's great adventure!"
As she spoke, she jumped decisively, and her whole body instantly blended into the wall, looking very magical.
Luo Qing followed with a smile on his face. While following Xiaoyu, he had already begun assigning tasks to Wa Long. The title of God still made him very excited.
As the sun moves westward, the passage of time always makes people feel in a trance, and it never stops because of a certain creature.
When the moonlight unknowingly climbs up to the sky, people will be surprised to realize that today seems to be over again.
The end of a great drama also represents the beginning of some evil.
"Which actor is it?" Xiaoyu asked in a low voice, sticking her head into the wall from time to time to observe something.
"The one who plays the peasant is also a clown." Luo Qing is also a little cautious. Although he has no interest in catching thieves, it does not prevent him from running around with Xiaoyu.
Studying requires a balance between work and rest, right?
"They are taking off makeup and so on, who is that?" Xiaoyu said and pointed to the corner of the theater, where a guy wearing night clothes and a black mask was sneaking into the theater.
Luo Qing turned his head and glanced, and then looked at Xiaoyu. The two of them silently agreed and slowly retreated to the corner, allowing themselves to be completely hidden in the darkness.
The man in black seemed to be quite skilled. In a few moments, he was on the roof of the theater, lying on a mezzanine like a gecko and waiting silently.
Time passed slowly, and when two actors with ghost makeup and ancient black costumes walked through the wall from one side of the theater, the man in black also quickly slipped out.
Xiaoyu and Luo Qing looked at each other and followed silently at the back.
When the three waves of people disappeared, a lone lamp suddenly lit up in the dark theater.
It showed an old man wearing a woolen sweater and a bald man wearing a red and gold robe.
"Look, beetle, your sacred stage has long been defiled. Dad said that he is not here to quarrel with you."
Dad's old voice sounded, and there was also a bit of loneliness in it. The "character" of drama must be cultivated from an early age, and it takes at least ten years. In that case, any monsters and ghosts will be exposed in the long-term relationship.
But now.
Mr. Wen seemed to have aged more than ten years all of a sudden. He looked at the wall of the theater blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.
For a long time, he didn't say a word or refute anything. He silently lifted the curtain and walked down the stage.
The father looked at the lonely figure and was silent for a moment. He knew what kind of loss Mr. Wen felt, because in their generation, inheritance is always the most important thing.
But now, not to mention the disciples with evil intentions, the stage left by the ancestors seems to have been tarnished.
Boom!
A gong sounded in the darkness, just like the opening of a big play in the past, but also like the end of a performance.
Boom!
The second gong sounded, and Dad straightened his back subconsciously. The lights on the stage lit up one by one, gradually illuminating the world behind the curtain.
Boom!
The third gong sounded, and the father turned around, his straight waist slowly bent a little, and he walked out of the theater silently, looking at the stars and crescent moon in the sky, and sighed softly.
He is no longer a member of the theater. He should not cater to the gathering gongs.
He took out the key machine and dialed Chen Long's phone. After one ring, he was answered.
Dad looked at the stars with a somewhat sad tone: "Come back, Chen Long, although this is not suitable for modern society, but"
Dad paused for a moment, and the theater behind him completely lit up, just like when a play started.
Dad said with some emotion: "Things like cleaning up the house should not be left to outsiders."
As soon as he finished speaking, in the bright theater behind him, a clown wearing a red and gold robe sprang out from the wall, singing a dramatic tune in the dark night.
Chen Long was silent for a moment, and then said: "Okay dad, I just make sure that the cultural relics are not lost, and I won't care about the rest."
"Okay."
Dad responded softly, hung up the phone and walked to Dad's antique shop.
Behind him, in the theater as bright as day, actors painted with magic paint rushed out of the wall one after another and disappeared following the drama in the darkness.
Although inheritance seems to have changed in this era, some people will always adhere to the rules!