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Agui was stunned for a moment, and said in doubt.

"Isn't it listening to an opera? Is that because of something?"

"Ghost hunting."

The few people squatting on the ground had strange expressions and winked again.

Agui said with a wry smile.

"Boss, don't make fun of us. Last night we pretended to be ghosts to scare him. He came to seek revenge on us today and implicated the big brother. Big brother, you don't remember the villain's mistakes, so let us go."

"Yes, sir, we know we were wrong."

"What happened?"

At this time, a person's inquiry came from the door of the store.

Everyone looked around and saw two people walking in with serious expressions.

Especially when they saw Jia Da Pai lying on the ground, they were all startled.

Tonight, the tickets were sold under the name of Jiada. If Jiada is not able to go on stage anyway, their troupe's signboard will be ruined. How can they make a living in these ten miles and eight villages in the future?

Now that the world is getting more and more chaotic, most of the theater troupe are hard-working people, and they don't have much culture, and they all rely on the theater troupe to survive.

"Agui, what's going on, what happened to Ajia?"

"Uncle Sheng, class leader."

A few guys who got into trouble stood there dejectedly, with evasive eyes.

"Uncle Sheng, class leader."

Agui also walked over, like a child who has made a mistake seeing his parents.

The hotel owner also came over, angrily grabbing the head teacher.

"Tell me, what's the matter with the people in your theater troupe? If they fight in my shop, can I still do business."

The leader sighed helplessly, knowing that his own people had caused the trouble, he said helplessly, "Let's go outside and say, don't disturb your guests here."

Uncle Sheng has white hair and a thin body. He also sang operas when he was young. He knew how to take care of himself. In their forties.

When Ji Dong saw Uncle Sheng, he took a extra look.

In the movie, Uncle Sheng is played by Uncle Jiu, but this is the real world after all, and it is impossible for people who look exactly the same to appear for no reason.

This Uncle Sheng and Uncle Jiu are only roughly similar. At first glance, there is a shadow of Uncle Jiu. If you look closely, you can see the difference.

"Agui, what happened, how did Ajia faint."

Uncle Sheng looked at Ajia who was lying on the ground and asked, afraid that the big name Jia was knocked out by Agui and others. If this is the case, then the problem will be serious.

If it becomes a personal enmity, the theater troupe can't accommodate two people, so one must leave.

One is the role of the troupe, and the other is the martial arts of the troupe. Needless to say, I know how the troupe will choose.

Agui is his fancy apprentice, so naturally he doesn't want Agui to be kicked out of the troupe.

Agui glanced at Lin Yi with a sad face, and then told Uncle Sheng what happened in a low voice.

After listening to Agui's narration, Uncle Sheng looked at Lin Yi with a solemn expression.

After seeing the Maoshan jade pendant inadvertently leaked from Lin Yi's collar, he let out a light breath.

"This Taoist priest, a member of our theater troupe didn't understand etiquette and offended the Taoist priest. I hope the Taoist priest will forgive me."

Uncle Sheng came over and bowed to Lin Yi.

Ji Dong stood up and bowed back.

"You don't have to do that, old man. The person who scolded me was this bastard, not anyone else. As for him, he just slept. Of course, he might have some nightmares."

Just as he was talking, Ajia, who was lying on the ground, trembled, and a circle of maps appeared on his pants.

Ji Dong frowned.

What the hell, I can't even eat a meal, this coward actually pissed.

Seeing Lin Yi's displeasure, Uncle Sheng hurriedly signaled to Agui.

"Hurry up and take Ajia out."

A Gui and others stepped forward and moved out for Da Pai Jia.

After the people were moved out, Uncle Sheng smiled at Lin Yi.

"Daoist, although Ajia's unruly behavior and unscrupulous words have offended you, please raise your hand and bypass him. Tonight our troupe will premiere at the Changcai Building, and it is related to the meals of dozens of people in the troupe. One night, please the Taoist priest."

"In that case, I'm not an unreasonable person, just ask him to pour me tea and apologize later."

Ji Dong waved his hand, and took out a magic talisman from his pocket.

"Burn this talisman and mix it with tea for him to drink."

Uncle Sheng took the talisman with both hands and thanked him repeatedly.

Fortunately, what I encountered was the righteous way of Maoshan. If it was an evil cultivator, I would be in big trouble today.

"Daoist, I don't know if you are free tonight, you can come to Changcai Building to listen to the play."

Uncle Sheng smiled politely.

"Okay, it just so happens that there are ghosts there, so I just took it away."

"What! Changcai Building, there is a ghost!"

……

Chapter 80 On Stage Lion House!In the backstage of Changcai Building, the members of the troupe were busy, painting faces, painting faces, going up, and memorizing lines.

"Oh, why haven't you done it yet, you're about to play, hurry up and draw."

A guy who was painting his face nodded quickly, and when he turned his head, the black and white paints on the table changed positions.

What was supposed to be white on the face turned black in the next stroke.

People are just stupid.

It was obviously white, how did it turn into black?

"Haha, you are colorblind, you can't tell the difference between black and white, if you want to paint white, why don't you hurry up and do it."

……

"Slap!" There was a crisp applause.

"Why did you hit me?"

"Who told you to kiss me."

"I didn't kiss you."

"It's not you, are you a ghost?"

On the side, the troublemaker is happy.

It really made the girl say that the ghost was kissing her.

At this moment, the backstage of the troupe was already busy, and this troublemaker was still playing tricks on people, making the backstage even more messy.

"Oh, what a blink of an eye, you actually peeked at my mother, you are not afraid of the eye of a needle!"

"I do not have it!"

The class leader, Uncle Fa, rushed over and grabbed the maddened sister Li.

"Okay, okay, forget it."

Sister Li blinked her eyes, then turned around and went back to continue urinating. This is how women are in theatrical troupes. When they are taken advantage of, they can only scold at most, and finally have to admit their grievances.

In the blink of an eye, it was the fat man who was beaten at noon, lying on the ground with a dazed expression.

I was doing my job well, and I just poked my head over when you called me inside, who knew you were letting water out.

But Miss Li is so white!

"Hey, did you see that too?"

In the corner, Ji Dong hugged his shoulders and watched the farce in the background with a smile.

Uncle Sheng had a strange expression and asked in a low voice.

"What the hell is this ghost? Why is this, so..."

"This is a lonely ghost. His nature is not bad, but he likes to play tricks on people. Well, he's a bit lewd."

Lin Yi said with a smile.

This ghost looks very interesting, with a big head, thin neck, and short limbs, it looks like a big-headed monster.

Uncle Sheng was puzzled, did Taoist Xiaolin come to catch this ghost?

"Master Dao, is this ghost easy to catch? Today is the troupe's first day of performances, and I don't want anything to happen to the troupe."

Uncle Sheng said worriedly.

If today's show is ruined because of this ghost, and the fans don't know, how can the troupe sell tickets here when the reputation of the troupe is not good?

"It's easy to talk about this ghost. When I turn back, I'll just wash my bones and rebury it. It's good to be saved. I want to catch another ghost."

As Ji Dong said, his eyes shone with a slight golden light, and he looked down the stage.

In the thick yin qi, there was a cloud of ghost aura that Ji Dong was familiar with. It was the old ghost who made trouble at Tan Wanwan's house last time.

The 300-year Dao Xing is not weak, and after being seriously injured by Lin Yi, he can still escape and come back, but it is impossible to recover within a year or two.

……

"How dare the upstairs be Ximen Qing?"

"Exactly!"

"How dare it be Wu Song downstairs?"

"Exactly, I, Wu Song, are here!"

Today is the performance of The Lion House, a classic play, which tells the story of Wu Song killing Ximen Qing.

Everyone knows Wu Song and Ximen Qing, because of a Pan Jinlian, a love-hate entanglement arose between the three men, and in the end the two died and were exiled.

Ximen Qing played by Jia Dapai, and Wu Song played by Agui, the two of them on the stage came and went, turning somersaults from time to time, their movements were wonderful, smooth, and neat.

The table was kicked over, and the big names Jia and Agui jumped directly onto the legs of the table, as if they were standing on stakes, and continued to fight.

The people sitting under the stage were full of pits and valleys, clapping and applauding non-stop.

There is a lack of spiritual entertainment these days, and watching theaters has become everyone's favorite thing.

Although there is an old theater in the small village, there is no good theater troupe here. Today, there is a Jiayi troupe to sing operas, and the famous names of Jiayi are also well-known in their town.

When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary.

Seeing the enthusiasm in the audience, there were special people carrying trays to collect reward money, but there were few rich people, and there were not many people who gave money, and occasionally one or two copper coins came into the account.

There are also those selling peanuts and melon seeds, which are quite popular.

"I'll kill you!"

After fighting for a few more rounds, Wu Song said a word.

Now as long as Wu Song chops off Ximen Qing's head, the Lion House scene will be over.

Bang Cai Bang Cai Bang Cai, the gongs and drums are closer together.

Wu Song sliced ​​it off with a single knife, and Ximen Qing lowered his head.

However, with a bang, the knife only fell halfway, and stopped with a crisp sound.

No one could see that Agui's knife on the stage was blocked by that troublemaker.

Agui's expression was bewildered, as if he had seen a ghost.

The big name Jia is also dumbfounded, what's the situation, behead, how will I get down if you don't behead?

"Shave your head!"