I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 90: A Hundred Bows to Ask the Immortal's Whereabouts

When Liu Fusheng from Changxing Village heard that Lao Lu Temple was planning to invite people to set up a stage at the foot of the mountain to perform a play, he looked forward to it eagerly, fearing that it was just a pretext made up by idle people at the entrance of the village to amuse themselves.

Liu Fusheng didn't breathe a sigh of relief until a troupe of actors actually arrived at the foot of the mountain with several large carts of tools and began to build the stage.

My biggest hope after finishing farm work every day was to go and see how the stage was going.

In fact, it was only two days, but for him, it felt like a year. His wife laughed at him, saying that he was already a father, but he was still acting like a child.

However, his wife laughed at him for not growing up, and on the day of the opera performance, he got up earlier than anyone else.

She steamed the steamed buns and washed the diapers early in the morning, and finished the day's housework before noon. Then she took out the rouge left over from her wedding and put on some red lipstick.

After cutting grass for the pigs, Liu Fusheng could no longer sit still, so he followed the young man from the village to see what was going on on the stage.

As soon as the sun was setting, he ran back in a hurry, saying that we should go quickly, otherwise not only would we not get a good seat, but we would also be afraid that there would be no one to squeeze in.

Fortunately, he was smart and asked his brother Babai to take the seat for him.

Liu Fusheng's wife did not dare to delay. She took the steamed bread and carried Liu Yu, who was only a few months old, on her back and left in a hurry.

When she arrived at the scene, she found that her husband had not exaggerated. The scene was packed with people. In addition to those who came to watch the show, there were also porters and vendors who took the opportunity to sell all kinds of snacks and handicrafts. It was like an open-air market.

The lively and bustling scene makes people happy and dispels the fatigue of raising a child for a new mother.

"Brother Fusheng, here, here!"

Before anyone could squeeze in, a man from Changxing Village stood up and waved.

At a glance, people from all the villages were sitting in groups. After squeezing in, the third and sixth aunts helped to coax the children and chat. It was an amazing feeling.

The hustle and bustle around her first made her feel alive.

By the way, when there are too many people around, things can easily get into trouble.

From time to time, quarrels could be heard in the crowd: you took my seat, and I stepped on your shoes.

However, when the old disciple of Lushan came with the armored immortal soldiers, no matter how angry he was, he died down in an instant.

Amid the hustle and bustle, the sun gradually set and the sky became dark. The sunset had not yet faded, but the bonfire had already been lit. Two "clack" sounds of cymbals silenced all the horses.

The much-anticipated opera performance has finally begun.

The opening line, "Don't be a peaceful person, I'd rather be a servant of the government," instantly touched people's hearts.

Strangely enough, as the singing began, Liu Fusheng's wife, who was listening to the opera for the first time, actually understood it and was even fascinated by it.

The man has feelings for me, and I love him, but the world is unpredictable and it makes people feel unhappy!
"The bright moon is in the sky, the blue lotus is on the ground. Since we know that the bright moon is out of reach, why should we dive into the middle of the river and try to embrace the moon?"

Hearing the sadness of Liu Fusheng's wife, she was probably thinking of the lover with whom she was captivated at first sight but with whom she had no chance to fall in love.

Now that she has become a mother for the first time, regardless of clan or etiquette, this life is set, and she can only "lightly lock up her mind and heart, and use the tender willows to hide her myriad emotions."

However, "fairies have no worries, but mortals have hatred", so how can some things be forgotten?

Therefore, when the sad and lingering singing goes: "Thank you, scholar, for your deep love, please forgive your beauty's fate. We only met once, please let it go from now on. I return the zither with tears, please say goodbye from now on!"

Liu Fusheng's wife covered her face and cried as if she couldn't control herself.

Not to mention her, there were countless young women in the audience who were moved by the performance, had tears in their eyes, and many of them covered their faces and cried.

Liu Fusheng also had red eyes and remained silent.

The red rose that was formally married has gradually turned into mosquito blood, and the white lotus deep in the memory is still a ray of white moonlight that cannot be obtained.

So much so that when I heard the lines "I sigh that there is a phoenix in Danshan, but from now on it is so close yet so far away from me", my body seemed to sigh uncontrollably.

The play is like a chessboard, and the audience each holds a chess piece.

Some people listen to the music under the moon and flowers, while others listen to the expression of desire.

When the singing reaches "When my white jade is still intact, I wish you, my Lord, could make it complete with a stick!"

There was a burst of laughter in the audience.

Many men, young and old, made faces and laughed their heads off, laughing so hard that they were overjoyed.

Wine makes cowards bolder, and darkness hides shame.

Hearing the line "If a stick can dispel the beautiful dream, return to the boat as soon as possible to play with the jade", I wonder how many people cheered with astonishment! Some even hugged their wives under the cover of night.

The brilliant bonfire illuminated the figures, but not the shadows of those cheering. The opera stirred the heart, while the night obscured desire.

Countless words and actions that are usually impossible to do burst out under the control of those with ulterior motives, and falsehood controls reality at this moment.

At this moment, the monsters wandering among countless figures seemed to be traveling through the dark side of the world. As a shadow, he resonated with countless hosts at this moment.

He felt from the shadow the desire that was either pretentious, passionate, or shy.

Just a slight tap and everything will go as he expected.

He finally understood the true meaning of the ritual.

A shadow is just a shadow, how can it possibly control its master?

The shadow's every move is nothing more than a poor imitation of his master, and his rituals are more about adding fuel to the fire than controlling his master.

In the expression of human nature, we move from the virtual to the real.

The shadows in the night condensed into a ball, and under the bonfire on the stage, it looked like a blooming chrysanthemum.

When Su Hong sang on the stage, "I bowed a hundred times to ask the fairy's whereabouts, but the fairy hadn't opened her mouth yet, but tears were already streaming down her cheeks", countless sentimental women were moved to tears.

The gushing emotions formed a black evil baby under the feet of countless people.

Lu Wujiu, who was sitting on the cliff, opened his eyes in an instant and looked carefully. From his high vantage point, he clearly saw human figures gathering into a group and condensing into placenta behind countless spectators.

The placenta ruptured, and a thin baby with horns on its head emerged from it, seeming like a dream or reality.

【Demons】

——Born from the strange air in the mountains and forests, it likes to confuse people, and is also known as malaria child.

……

On the stage, Su Hong, who was singing opera in a singsong voice, had never been so excited.

To be honest, even though my master reminded me, I knew I had to do my best. However, in reality, I was still very relaxed about this performance.

After all, the audience were a group of country farmers.

To put it bluntly, these peasants struggling in the mountains may never have seen a real opera in their entire lives. Even if they have, they will probably only hear the vulgar tunes from temple fairs.

However, after he started singing, he gradually felt something was wrong.

Whenever there is a wonderful performance on stage, there are always people in the audience who echo the same emotions, some covering their faces and crying, some feeling sad and even with tears in their eyes.

Even a few evil laughs perfectly highlighted the villain's cunning and shamelessness. This feeling was something he had never experienced in the theater or even in the homes of wealthy families.

He knew that this group of people whom he looked down upon deep down in his heart really understood his play and were even immersed in it.

Men watch the male role, women watch the female role, children laugh at the chou role, and old people sigh at the last role.

This kind of recognition from the heart not only made his cultivation level rise steadily, but also brought him great satisfaction deep in his heart.

So much so that in the second scene, when the line "I bow a hundred times to ask about the immortal's whereabouts" rang out, an indescribable gaze descended from the sky, making him feel as if struck by lightning.

Fairy!

The immortal's gaze that the master had been searching for so hard actually arrived at this moment. At this moment, the heaven and earth froze and time stopped.

That gaze seemed to travel through endless time and space, carrying an ethereal spirit that transcended the world, stirring up ripples around him. His essence resonated with it at this moment, and the Yuan Qi in his body quickly boiled over at this moment, operating according to a mysterious law, and his cultivation level continued to rise.

The world seemed to have subtly changed in his eyes.

The mountains softened under the night sky, the jumping bonfires were dyed with gorgeous colors, and the pairs of fiery gazes were like stars surrounding the moon, making him tremble all over.

He could feel that gaze right above his head, on the Lao Lu Mountain behind him, and he wanted to turn around to look.

But he knew he couldn't turn back.

Looking back means failure.

He suppressed his inner excitement and continued with his lively singing voice, "...why not go into the garden and wait for Zhaorong to pick some flowers for me?"

As soon as the singing ended, Su Hong's heart and liver trembled.

This young man from Meihua Group really doesn’t deserve this honor!

(End of this chapter)