I Am Mr. Yin Yang, I Like The Live Broadcast To Scare The Big Honey

When Yang Lin was interacting with netizens,

In the village office of Caojiazhai Village,

Cao Zhancheng, the village chief who is over 60 years old, is looking at a group of people opposite him with a smile.

There are four people in this group,

old and young,

The older one is about the same age as Cao Zhancheng, also in his sixties,

With black-rimmed eyes, he looks like a teacher.

My name is Yuan Xinwen,

Said to be a professor of famous and popular culture at Beijing University.

There were two young ones, a boy and a girl,

full of youthful vigor,

They are all students of Yuan Xinwen.

Even more surprising,

There is also a blond foreigner among them,

He is tall, probably in his thirties.

He was chatting with that girl about something.

This pedestrian was sent by the town during the day,

It is said that he came from Shangjing, and came to inspect the customs here,

The foreigner's name is James, who is said to be from Yingjiang's family,

It is specialized in the study of folk culture of various countries.

When these people come during the day,

Cao Zhancheng was quite happy,

I thought it was for investment,

In the end, after talking a few words, I realized what kind of customs and folk customs I was investigating.

Let him down for a while.

After the comrades in the town sent people to

I also ran away with my ass up.

It seems to be the same as Cao Zhancheng's idea,

As long as it is not for investment, it will be calculated as autumn wind.

The visitor is a guest,

Cao Zhancheng arranged for several people to live in the village dormitory.

Who would have thought that the suona sounded in the village in the middle of the night,

All these people got up,

Pull him to say something to study the funeral culture here.

What's so good about this,

Who is not dead yet?

Oh, people will add offerings at night,

are close relatives,

A few of you are outsiders, plus a foreigner,

What's the matter.

entangled for a while,

Cao Zhancheng also had no choice,

I could only call Cao Jiasheng.

In the end, I promised to give them a slight tilt in the number of poverty alleviation quotas for next year.

Only then did Cao Jiasheng agree.

He promised to let this pedestrian go to their house to visit the scene of the ceremony.

"Let's go, everyone, wear more clothes, the north is no better than the south, it's cooler at night."

Cao Zhancheng put on a coat,

walked out.

Yuan Xinwen tightened his clothes and said to the girl: 13

"Tell Mr. James, we'll be there soon, try not to take pictures.

The girl's name is Tian Tian,

Is Yuan Xinwen's student, foreign language proficiency is good,

So I became a translator for James part-time.

She told James what Yuan Xinwen meant,

James nodded repeatedly.

express understanding.

Although he is a foreigner,

But also know that it's a funeral after all,

It is very impolite to take pictures with your mobile phone.

Several people followed Cao Zhancheng out the door,

Walk along the path in the village to Cao Jiasheng's house.

It was already eleven o'clock,

It's dark all around, the moon is bright and the stars are few in the sky,

In the silent night, bursts of opera sounds spread throughout the ravines,

It sounds even more indescribable.

James lowered his head and asked Tian Tian:

"What are you singing now?"

Tian Tian was taken aback,

How does she know what play she is singing now?

She doesn't understand this either.

At this time, the boy next to him laughed and said:

"What I'm singing now is a play by Qin Opera called Cha Ling.

Tian Tian was stunned for a moment, and asked:

"how do you know?"

"I heard the teacher sing."

The boy secretly pointed to Yuan Xinwen who was walking in front.

He is also a student of Yuan Xinwen, his name is Song Liang.

Yuan Xinwen heard the conversation between the two,

just said:

"Qin Opera's Sacrificial Spirit is also known as "Fighting the Eastern Wu". It is a traditional play of Qin Opera."

"It's about Guan Yu walking to Maicheng at night and being killed by General Hao.

In order to avenge Guan, Zhang Fei urged his subordinates to make white robes, but was stabbed by soldiers again.

Liu Bei hated each other, and led 700,000 soldiers to march in person, wanting to attack Soochow to avenge Guan and Zhang.

As a result, when the soldiers arrived in Yidu, Huang Zhong was killed. Liu Bei hated him even more, led the troops to advance, and eventually killed Wu generals Pan Zhang and Ma Zhong, because they reported to their troops.

"Because of its unique singing voice and the story behind it, Jiling is now sung more often in funerals in the north."

"oh oh!"

Tian Tian quickly translated to James.

James' eyes brightened upon hearing this,

I am more and more interested in the traditional funeral culture of the Dragon Kingdom.

"Teacher Yuan knows a lot. I often hear about this sacrifice to spirits, but I didn't know there was such a story.

Cao Zhancheng said with a smile.

Yuan Xinwen also laughed: "It's all from the books. I just studied this. If I don't know, what will happen?"

A few people walked and talked at the same time.

Soon they arrived in front of Cao Jiasheng's house.

James looked at the white banner at the door,

And the filial sons and grandsons who come in and out, dressed in hemp and filial piety.

There is also a mourning hall built with paper work in the yard.

His face was full of curiosity.

At this time, Cao Jiasheng, who was full of filial piety, greeted him,

Because I called in advance,

So there's nothing to say,

Just be polite,

I went to work on my own.

This white matter in the north was originally a mess,

It is impossible to expect to free up people to entertain.

All the doors of the rooms in the yard are open,

You can go inside and stay if you want,

If you don't want to go inside, then stay in the yard,

No one said anything either.

In order to study this, Yuan Xinwen et al.

None of them went in, and stood in a corner of the yard.

At this time, the ceremony is going on,

Mr. holding incense, filial sons and grandsons --- stepped forward and knelt in front of the mourning hall,

Accompanied by opera or song,

Burning paper to pay homage to the dead,

It's all based on seniority,

One person, or several peers are fine.

In a fraction of the time,

Kneel there and burn paper for the deceased, expressing memorial service.

And every once in a while, Mr. will recite sacrificial texts,

Now what Yuan Xinwen and the others saw,

It was such a scene.

While watching, Yuan Xinwen explained in a low voice,

Then Tian Tian translated it to James,

James nodded again and again,

From time to time, I took out a small notebook and wrote it down.

The filial sons and grandsons kneeling in the yard, as well as the band and troupe,

They all looked at James curiously in their spare time.

After all, there is a foreigner in this white matter,

Not many either.

But after watching for a while,

Also lost interest, no longer pay attention.

Now is not the 80s and 90s,

It would be surprising to meet a foreigner.

See you on your phone every day, nothing unusual.

Besides, you foreigners are living in dire straits,

So pitiful.

It's not like our heavenly kingdom, living and working in peace and contentment.

how nice.

James asked a lot of questions through Tian Tian,

Yuan Xinwen answered one by one with a smile,

When an old man over 70 dies, it is considered a happy funeral.

To drive a crane westward is to become an immortal.

When things happen, it may be very sad except for the immediate family members.

Everyone else was talking and laughing.

There is nothing strange about it.

After answering James' question,

Finally, Yuan Xinwen concluded with a smile:

"The funeral customs in the northern part of the Dragon Kingdom are different from your Yingjiang. They pay attention to burial, so that the soul can rest in peace. Otherwise, it will never be reincarnated."

Did James hear it interesting? He asked:

"Is there really reincarnation in the afterlife? Or souls?"

Yuan Xinwen shook his head and smiled:

"It definitely doesn't exist, you have to believe in science, these are all folklore,

In our words, it is feudal superstition,

It can be regarded as some legends left by the former people when they explored nature.

James nodded.

He also agrees with Yuan Xinwen's statement.

If there is a soul or anything,

The technology of their Eagle Sauce is so advanced,

It has long been explored.

so,

No matter which country has legends about souls, reincarnation, etc.,

In fact, it was when human beings explored the mysteries of the natural universe in the early days,

It's just a trace of exploration left over.

Nothing mysterious.

The sacrifice is still going on,

The drama is also changed one after another,

Several people watched for a while,

I feel nothing new anymore,

Then he told Cao Zhancheng,

ready to leave.

But at this moment,

Suddenly a person rushed in,

While running, he yelled:

"Wrong, wrong, not tomorrow, not tomorrow, but tonight..."

The sound was so loud that it almost tore through the night.

It was just the end of the play,

Mr. is preparing to continue to recite the sacrificial service,

I was suddenly yelled by this voice,

The incense in my hand was so scared that I almost dropped it.

Everyone looked back stupidly,

It was discovered that it was Cao Weishuan from the village.

Cao Jiasheng was so dumbfounded by his yelling,

Welcome to the puzzled questions:

"Uncle Seven, what are you... calling?"

Cao Weishuan lived seven times in their generation,

So Cao Jiasheng called him Seventh Uncle.

Cao Weishuan said anxiously:

"Wrong, wrong, Jiasheng, the time for Brother Wei to get into trouble is not tomorrow morning, but tonight.

Cao Jiasheng's father was called Cao Weigong, that is, the deceased.

Hearing what Cao Weishuan said,

Everyone was taken aback,

Bad luck tonight?

No way?

Didn't sir count tomorrow morning?

According to custom, when disaster occurs,

Everybody get out of here,

Hide far away and come back only after the calamity is over.

Otherwise you will suffer.

Therefore, calculating the time of calamity is Mr. Yin Yang's top priority.

Cao Jiasheng scratched his head and said:

"Uncle Qi, you...how did you sing, the time is calculated by the master, you..."

"That's right, Uncle Wei Shuan, are you sleepy and confused? Haha."

"Uncle, how much did you drink today?"

"A lot, otherwise why are you talking nonsense all of a sudden?"

"Could it be that my sister-in-law drove me out?"

"Come on, Wei Shuan, I have wine here, do you want to drink it?"

"Uncle Qi, why don't you sing it for everyone?"

People in the yard started joking and laughing one after another.

Cao Weishuan belongs to the kind of person who is very honest and honest in the village,

A few sticks can't make a fart.

Although not the legendary village guard,

But that's about it.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have lived below the hillside of the village.

So almost no one respects him.

Even when they met, they dared to joke with him.

"It's not... really, really... it's tonight.

Cao Weishuan blushed, and his voice began to stammer.

"Okay, okay, Uncle Qi, here you are, I'll find someone to get you a bottle of wine, and you can drink some by yourself."

Cao Jiasheng said, after finishing speaking, he signaled his husband to continue.

"Jiasheng, Jiasheng, really.....Really.....What I said is true...."

Cao Weishuan went crazy.

Pull Cao Jiasheng's sleeve,

don't let him go.

Cao Jiasheng was also a little angry.

said impatiently:

"Uncle Qi, you're going to go crazy and send it to the side, I'm making a sacrifice."

"Jiasheng, listen to what I say...really...today...tonight, Mr. Yang...Mr....said..."

"Seventh Uncle, I call you Uncle, you have to admit it, don't make trouble, can you?"

Cao Jiasheng shook off Cao Weishuan's hand.

He is really angry.

This is offering sacrifices,

He is the filial son of the Lord, he is too busy to die.

Then there is time to argue with Cao Weishuan.

Cao Weishuan was thrown by him,

A stagger almost fell,

He just stood there motionless.

This is probably the tragedy of the poor.

In the village, Cao Weishuan really belonged to the kind that was not respected by anyone.

It is also the poorest one.

so he speaks,

No one listened at all.

For someone rich and powerful,

The result is definitely different.

Yuan Xinwen and his party, who originally planned to leave, failed to leave.

James was a little confused, so he asked:

"What did he mean by that?"

Yuan Xinwen explained:

"Cause is a folk saying. It is said that after a person dies, he will go home to have a look at it within a certain period of time.

At this time, living people cannot approach, once approached, accidents will happen,

The mild ones get sick, and the severe ones die. "

James understood, shook his head and laughed and said:

"It's just the spirits of the dead coming back, isn't it? Haha, that's a funny way of saying it.

"Well, that's what it means, but it's all feudal superstition, so it's not credible."

Yuan Xinwen said with a smile:

"This person said that the souls of the dead will come back tonight in 520 days."

James laughed:

"Then I have to take a closer look. By the way, the Mr. Yang he mentioned is...

James knows a little Chinese, but not proficient,

I can still understand half of the sentence.

Yuan Xinwen said: "Maybe it's Mr. Yin Yang, um, similar to your priest over there.

James laughed and said:

"Longguo dialect is feudal superstition."

A few people were talking and laughing, and they didn't plan to leave for a while.

Prepare to stay and see how things go.

At this time the feasting began again,

Master walked Yu steps holding incense, chanting sacrificial texts in his mouth,

It seems a bit imposing.

But whether it is Yubu or not,

Then no one will know.

Cao Weishuan stood in the yard in a daze,

Looking at the people who come and go,

No one paid any attention to him.

It's like being forgotten.

spent half a day in a daze,

He suddenly made a move that no one expected.

I saw that he overturned the table next to it which was full of vegetables.

Clanging dishes and bowls were thrown all over the floor.

A pot full of oil was also spilled,

Huang Chengcheng flowed all over the ground.

Everyone was stunned by his actions,

Mr. Yu's step is not gone,

I don't read the sacrificial rites anymore,

The paper doesn't burn anymore,

They all turned their heads to look at him stupidly.

"Fuck, Seventh Uncle, what are you doing?"

The Cao family was very angry,

At this time, I don't care about the distinction of age,

He rushed over and overthrew Cao Weishuan on the ground.

Oil Lake is full of clothes.

Others also reacted,

"Damn it, Wei Shuan, what are you doing?"

"Uncle Qi, are you crazy?"

"Cao Weishuan, you are crazy, why are you crazy here?"

"A good table of meat, all around the ground.

People cursed in a hurry.

Cao Weishuan got up from the ground,

His eyes were red, and he looked like he was crazy, and he shouted hoarsely:

"I'm not crazy. If you believe me, run quickly. If you are late, it will be too late."

He no longer stutters when he speaks,

With red eyes and a ferocious expression,

For a while, some people were really frightened by him.

"He... what he said couldn't be true?"

"Although Uncle Qi is usually a bit honest, he is not so crazy."

"Why do I feel a little cold.

"Yeah, I feel panicked.

"I... I'd better go, it's a little scary."

"If something really happened tonight...God..."

"I'm leaving too."

This kind of thing is sometimes very evil.

It is better to believe in what is there than to believe in what is not.

So after Cao Weishuan went crazy,

Many people feel a little cold in their hearts,

After Cao Weishuan left,

Then he also slipped away quietly.

Soon, there were only a few people left in the yard, including Cao Jiasheng.

Even the troupe band ran away.

And at this time,

It was only five minutes before twelve o'clock. .