Chapter 131 Qingming Festival, Yizhuang Opera Troupe (please subscribe) A Foundation Building Pill is really not a valuable item to Chen Qingyan. If Qin Yao said it was a gift to him, he would definitely not want it. There was no need for him to say so. If he reached out and took it, the price would drop. But when this thing is presented to the master with the enthusiasm of a disciple, if he refuses to accept it, wouldn't it be a blow to the disciple's desire to repay the favor? It seems to really prove the other party’s white-eyed wolf statement, which will chill people’s hearts. But if he accepts it, he must admit that Qin Yao loves Maoshan. If something goes wrong with a disciple who loves Maoshan, such as being bullied by a senior uncle who did not name him, is it reasonable for him, as the leader of Maoshan, not to uphold justice? ? Obviously unreasonable! The problem is that he told Qin Yao earlier that if he wanted to truly defeat Shi Jian, he must have the strength to carry the flag. Although these words contained a hint of hope, they did not mean that I would be the referee. This **** is trying to bribe the referee! "Master, are you okay?" Qin Yao asked with a surprised look on his face, holding up the elixir bottle.
Hmm... I look like I don’t know anything and I don’t think much about it. The old master chuckled lightly and reached out to take the porcelain bottle: "In terms of cultivation, prestige, and connections, you are far behind Shi Jian. But when it comes to human nature and sophistication, I have to say that you are very stable." Qin Yao smiled and said: "I only know that no matter what the relationship is, we get along slowly. All the green eyes need to give positive feedback. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful you are, you will eventually be eliminated. After all, the next update will be good." "What's this mess?" The old boss was really amused by him and drove him away: "Go and sleep, go and sleep, don't act poor in front of me." Qin Yao smiled, bowed slightly, turned around and strode away. “Little Gillian, who is not good at sneaking around, actually brought out such a worldly and smooth disciple...it’s strange.” Watching his retreating figure, the old master murmured. “Little class.”
Night. The Yizhuang people on the day shift were packing their things and getting ready to get off work. They suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of their eyes. They all put down their work and greeted him with a smile. Qin Yao waved as he walked: "You are busy with your business, don't worry about me." It looks like a big boss coming to inspect the work. “Are you at ease?” In the hall, Uncle Jiu respectfully offered three sticks of incense to the Patriarch, and then turned to look at the disciples standing in front of the door with hands tied. It’s time to have dinner soon, and the ancestor’s incense must be offered first. Qin Yao walked in through the door and saw the curl of incense rising. He bowed to the statue and said, "Don't worry... Master, is everything okay in Yizhuang recently?" "There is something I need to tell you." Uncle Jiu invited him to sit down and said, "Tomb Sweeping Day will be in two days. Yin and Yang are intertwined, and the door of ghosts is wide open. Qiu Sheng told me that we are in the ghost business. , during this holiday, we should launch some projects to give back to our customers, do you have any ideas?” Qin Yao smiled and said, "You must have thought about it a long time ago, right? Let me tell you yours first." “I want to get a troupe to perform for three days in a row for the entertainment of ghosts and monsters,” said Uncle Jiu. Qin Yao was slightly startled, but he remembered the opportunity for the female ghost Xiaoli to appear in Zombie Supreme.
According to the timeline in the movie, her appearance should be the Ghost Festival on July 15th, not the Qingming Festival in February (old calendar). However, due to my own reasons, many timelines about Uncle Jiu are messed up, and it is impossible to guarantee that Qi Xiaoli will appear on the Qingming Festival. “What’s wrong, is there something wrong with this idea?” Uncle Jiu asked. Qin Yao suppressed the strangeness in his heart for the time being and said with a smile: "No problem, the idea is very good. Have you decided on a manager?" "Qiu Sheng volunteered to take care of it. Originally, I was worried that there would be too many ghosts and it would be difficult to control them. Well, I will feel relieved when you come back." Uncle Jiu said. Qin Yao said: "I will come and watch at that time to ensure that there will be no trouble." "Master, junior brother." As the master and apprentice were talking, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai hurried over after receiving the news. They took the lead in greeting them before they even entered the door. Uncle Jiu nodded slightly. Qin Yao said with a smile, "Two senior brothers." “Qiu Sheng, I’ll leave the drama troupe affairs to you, and Qin Yao will prepare the battle for you.” Later, when the specially hired chef brought the food to the table, Uncle Jiu picked up his chopsticks and said. Qiu Sheng chuckled: "No problem. As for the first issue, I will do my best to make the Yizhuang Qingming Festival activities deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the underworld, ah no, the hearts of ghosts." Everyone chuckled and the atmosphere was harmonious. Yimao year. Gengchen month. Dingmao day. On the twenty-second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, during the Qingming Festival, at midnight, the gate of **** opens. In the cold wind with a hint of coolness, four Wu Chang, who had been prepared by Uncle Jiu in advance, held mourning sticks and escorted nearly three hundred ghosts from nearby Renjia Town to the Yizhuang warehouse. In the warehouse, Qiu Sheng spent a lot of money. Invited troupe. In addition to these old ghosts who have not been reincarnated due to various reasons, the Yizhuang Opera Troupe tonight is not on guard against those ghosts who are homeless and have nowhere to go. As long as they come after hearing the news, they will all come. Don’t refuse. In a group of ghosts. A female ghost wearing a long white dress and a white hair ornament, with a charming face but not a kitsch temperament, kept looking around, as if looking for some opportunity. How could this do the road, smooth and lingering, without any waves, she dared not move without any change, so as not to be caught by the black and white impermanence, and the soul was flying. "We're here." Just when she was worried about how to escape, she suddenly heard the cold voice of the ghost. Looking up, she saw the iron door of the warehouse in front of her was wide open. On the stage with colorful flowers and willows, the actors in costumes were motionless and silent. Waiting for the drama to begin. In the corner, a group of lonely ghosts gathered together, whispering, and laughing cheerfully from time to time, obviously very happy with this scene. “Hurry in, you are the dead souls from all over the town, so you can get the best seat to watch the show.” Leading the group of ghosts to the door of the warehouse, an impermanent person pointed to the open space in the middle and said. Because we don’t know how many ghosts will come, there are no benches, tables, or chairs under the stage to avoid being unable to stand and causing any disputes. The woman in the white dress wandered into the crowd, walked into the warehouse, turned around and took a look, and saw four Wu Chang holding weapons, stopping in front of the door, staring at all the ghosts in the room. “You can’t touch these actors. One move can affect your whole body...” The female ghost in the white dress withdrew her gaze and continued to wait for the opportunity. Shortly after. She finally saw a glimmer of hope when she saw three men without costumes walking out from the backstage and heading straight to the warehouse door.
Only what she could see, other ghosts could also see, so as soon as those three people appeared, they attracted the attention of hundreds of ghosts. Among them, the female ghost in white dress was definitely not the only one who was interested. "Four adults, my master is waiting to invite you to drink tea in the Yi Zhuang. Just leave this place to us to guard. When the drama comes to an end, you will definitely bring one less ghost." Qiu Sheng took out something from his arms. The ghost papers prepared in advance were distributed enthusiastically to the four ghost servants. The four ghost messengers collected the ghost paper and stepped away immediately. Qin Yao smiled slightly and turned to look at the ghosts: "Everyone, do you know why I asked the four ghost messengers to leave?" (End of this chapter)