Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures

I understood what Xiao Laodao meant. Originally, our Xiaoqinghe Village had been peaceful and safe, and there had been no major incidents. The reason why people have been killed one after another in the past few days is completely caused by these ten days of boat drama.

There are also rules for singing boat operas, but the boat opera has disappeared for too long in our Xiaoqinghe Village. It is not easy to simulate the scene of a boat opera hundreds of years ago. There are almost no people in the original rules. understood.

According to Xiao Laodao, nothing can happen just by singing a big drama. But the time and place of singing are very problematic. The boat opera is held in the evening, and the gong is sung until after 12 o'clock in the evening. This belongs to the yang people occupying the cloudy time.

Moreover, the place where the opera is performed is on the surface of the river, and the water of the river is yin. When it is yin, it is a ghost to sing for the Yang world. Coupled with the poor selection of the time for singing the boat show, the gong on the first day caught up with the cloudy time. As soon as the boat play opens, it is like a magnet, gathering all the Yin Qi from the surrounding hundred miles here. Ghosts follow the Yin Qi. The Yin Qi near the theater is prosperous, so sneaky is inevitable. The cloudy mist that Sun Fatzi and I saw was the crystallization of Yin Qi. According to Xiao Lao Dao's words, the swaying figure in it was a sneaky watching Yang Shi Opera.

Fatty Sun was disapproving. He said, "You said that the root cause of the accident was a boat show that I had sung for a few days, but how come I've heard this boat show for the first time. Didn't I sing it once hundreds of years ago? It seems that I sang for a hundred days, and I haven't heard what happened that time?"

Xiao Laodao looked at Fatty Sun and smiled, "Because the person in charge of that time knew the rules of singing the boat show. Before the boat show officially started, he had to set three sacrifices by the river, burn paper and burn incense, and borrow time from the world. That’s not even counted. After every twenty-four days of singing in the ship opera, he would go back to the world of Yinyang and sing a ghost show for the people of the Yin world. Back then, it was said that I sang a hundred-day drama, but actually only sang for the living for 96 days ."

After Xiao Laodao said these words, there was no one in the room. It's just that Fatty Sun shook his head and seemed to want to say something, as if he couldn't find anything to argue against Xiao Lao Dao.

Suddenly, there was no sound in the room, and the third uncle suddenly remembered something and said: "I..." After only one word, there was no more. Grandpa glanced at him and asked, "Lao San, what do you want to say?" The third uncle shook his head, glanced at Fatty Sun intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "I haven't thought about it yet, let's talk about it when I think about it. ."

The third uncle didn’t say anything, but I remembered something. I said, “Lao Xiao, your rules for talking and singing boat shows are lost, then how did you know?”

Xiao Laodao didn't answer my question directly, instead he took out an old thread-bound book, "I know that someone can ask. I brought things, you can see for yourself."

It can be seen that this book is a few years old, and the paper has turned yellow and brittle, and Xiao Lao Dao also has a way to separate the pages of the book, and press the film on each page, and then rebind it into a book.

The surface of the booklet is written in lower case—"Lingyun Guanzhi" in four large characters. Xiao Laodao opened one of the pages and said, "Look at it yourself." Grandpa seemed to have already read it, and directly handed the book to the third uncle. The third uncle looked for a while, sighed, and passed the book to my hand. Fatty Sun did not see outside, turned his head to the side, and stared at the opened page with his four eyes.

Contrary to what I thought, the book is actually written in vernacular. It is Lingyunguan who does not know the generation of the master (it is the last generation at Xiao Laodao, and it is changed to Lingyunguan Film and Television Entertainment Group). The scenes of the Hundred Days Drama, especially the scenes of offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods before and after the drama, are quite clearly depicted, and are generally the same as what Xiao Laodao just said.

Grandpa looked at Sanshu, then looked at me, and asked, "Your grandpa is the most prosperous person in our old Shen family. Let's discuss what we should do now?"

The third uncle raised his head and said to his grandfather: "Father, you know, I'm also a believer in ghosts and gods. Since Uncle Xiao has said so, just do what Uncle Xiao said."

Grandpa looked at me again and asked, "Xiao Lazi, what is your opinion?"

I said, "It's fine to sing ghost dramas. It's just one thing. Let's say it very well here. What do other troupes do? It is to sing ghost dramas, do they dare?"

Xiao Lao Dao smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about this. What do they come here to sing for thousands of miles? Just for money. As long as the price is right, don't ask them to sing ghost dramas, just sing and dance with ghosts. There is no problem."

"You don't have to worry about arranging the ghost play. Old Taoist I will talk to the troupe boss." Xiao Laodao was a little excited.

Grandpa still asked with some worry: "The money..." Before Grandpa could finish speaking, Old Xiao stopped him, "It's important to save your life, when is it? You still care about money? Money counts as a ball?"

"You figure it out." Grandpa has nothing to say. Seeing Xiao Laodao taking the initiative to ask Ying to discuss with the theater troupe boss, the state was like chicken blood. I was really a little baffled. What's up with him?

After the five of us left the back room, Xiao Laodao found the boss of the theater troupe and dragged him back to the back room. The two talked in it for more than half an hour, although they didn't know exactly how Xiao Laodao talked to him. I only know that when the two of them came out of the back room, the troupe boss patted Xiao Laodao on the shoulder with a red face, sobbing with joy, "This is also a problem? I gave it to my brother, isn't it just an extra night show? Don't say you pay back Give money, just don’t give money. With our relationship, what can we do if we sing for nothing. However, the master (the Taoist costume that Xiao Lao Dao still wears), you know, brother, I’m a big son, people eat horses. of……"

Xiao Laodao also smiled openly and said, "How can I not work for nothing! Brother, I have lived for so many years, and I have never done that! But, big brother, please take care of the night scene. You are in the circle. I've been in it for so many years, and I know what's going on here, but I dare not delay any longer."

The troupe boss nodded and said, "Brother, I understand." As he said, he turned his face and shouted at the actor in his group: "The boss has added a show to enjoy the meal. What a show.” After that, he bowed to the seat where my grandfather was sitting, and said, “Thank you, my grandfather!” The actors and actresses who were still eating, drinking and chatting stood up at the same time, bowed together, and followed One sentence: "Thank you, my father!" I listened as if I had rehearsed.

Grandpa got up and gave a gift. The troupe boss said to Xiao Laodao: "Tomorrow night to sing a night show, now it’s still dark, you have to prepare, according to the rules, my family will send someone to follow." Glancing at Grandpa.

"Lao San, you just follow, just watch, don't move, it will break the boss's rules." Grandpa said to the third uncle.