I sent technology to another world, and the country praised me for my good fortune

When the time came, the red cloths on both sides of the stage fell down, blocking the light on the left and right, making the stage dim but still with some light remaining.

This was specially arranged by Fu Yin to create an atmosphere.

The whole scene has changed drastically. At a glance, there are at least ten people, all wearing wooden masks of different colors and faces. The dim yellow light falling on them adds a bit of mystery and majesty.

Fu Yin is also among them, wearing a red mask, looking intimidating without being angry, with a battle robe tied around his waist, a flag tied on his back, pheasant feathers in his hair, and two command flags in his hands. He is the "war general."

One of them is wearing a robe and a five-flowered crown on his head. He faces the altar, burns incense and paper, kowtows and worships, mutters to himself, whispers French, chants and sings, and invites the gods from all realms to descend to the earth. This is the opening of the altar.

The air was filled with a solemn and majestic atmosphere, and only French was heard by everyone. Even though they could not understand it, it made people's hearts tense, and they subconsciously held their breath, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Perhaps the scene before him was too horrifying, and the instinctive fear of ghosts and gods in his bones swept over him. He trembled all over, and goose bumps appeared on his arms.

Not fear, but shock.

The scene changes again.

In an instant, the sound of gongs and drums filled the air.

The people who had been motionless just now began to move, humming, chanting, or singing in high pitch, and dancing to the rhythm of the music.

For some reason, listening to the chanting, everyone felt their scalps tingling, their whole bodies as if they were electrocuted, their hair stood on end, and they even held their breath without knowing when, staring with eyes wide open without blinking.

The barrage was empty, everyone was staring at the scene intently, oblivious to everything else, their minds were blank.

After an unknown amount of time, the man in the robe began to recite French again.

After the altar is closed, the red cloths on both sides slowly gather towards the center.

It was not until they could no longer be seen that the netizen let out a sigh of relief and realized that he had been holding his breath.

[Oh my god, why did I feel like crying after watching this]

[Goosebumps all over my body]

[Everyone's mask is different]

[What are they reading? I don’t understand]

[It was so shocking that I didn’t even know when I started crying]

[The mask actually looks pretty scary]

Watching the people at the scene is the most intuitive.

Everyone's face was more or less pale, and the hair on their arms stood up in the wind. Perhaps only they understood the impact of that moment.

Xu Weiqing, eight leaders and Grushin happened to occupy the center position in the first row.

At this moment, several people were silent, with their hands on their knees and their eyes looking forward.

After a while, Xu Weiqing opened his mouth, but just as he made a sound, he choked and said, "Ahem."

Grusin wiped his face and said, "Your Majesty, you don't need to say more. I understand you."

They wanted to say it was terrible, but they didn't dare say it out loud. What if Miss Fu heard it?

People are kind enough to show you the show, you can't repay their kindness with evil.

They had lived for more than two hundred years and had never seen such a terrifying "face."

The live broadcast aircraft can capture images and film Xu Weiqing and the others directly.

Netizens took in their reactions and couldn't help but laugh at them.

[Looks terribly scared hahahaha]

[It was a bit scary at first, but it got better after watching it for a while]

[Yeah, actually after watching it later I was quite curious about what this performance was about]

[It feels very mysterious]

Fu Yin appeared in front of the camera again, having changed her clothes. She was wearing a light green long skirt that looked somewhat like Ming Dynasty clothing, simple and elegant. Her three thousand black hair was tied up with a green hairpin. She had a beautiful face and a graceful and gentle temperament.

She stood on the stage and saw that everyone's eyes were wandering, as if half of their souls had flown away, and she curled the corners of her mouth.

"Everyone knows that China has a long history. In ancient times, China had a history of about 5,000 years, so the cultural heritage is even more profound. Later, many traditions were passed down, and some were included in the Chinese Intangible Cultural Heritage, or ICH for short."

It was the first time for everyone to listen to the history of China, and their wildly beating hearts gradually calmed down.

Fu Yin adjusted her skirt and sat down on the edge of the platform, with her feet dangling on the ground, but she didn't look sloppy. She looked at them with her clear starry eyes, her voice was gentle and her tone was unhurried, like a gust of wind blowing into everyone's ears.

"The performance just now is one of the intangible cultural heritage items of China, called Nuo Opera."

"In ancient Earth, there was a disease that people feared the most because it could kill people. Most people who contracted this disease eventually died."

There were cries of surprise from the crowd, "Is it incurable?"

“Will there be another disease that kills people?”

"Can't the medical cabin treat it?"

In the interstellar world, no one has ever died from illness.

Fu Yin smiled and shook her head, her smile revealing helplessness and bitterness, "There are medical cabins in the interstellar space, but the technology in China was far less advanced than it is today."

"Some people may even lose their lives because of a minor cold. Life is unpredictable and no one can predict it."

Someone said: "I caught a cold before, and I went to the hospital and got well after using the healing lamp."

The person next to him frowned, "China's history dates back 5,000 years, and people will always progress. At that time, technology was not as advanced as it is today. Why compare what we have now with the past?"

Fu Yin: "When medicine cannot save a person, faith becomes the last line of defense, and only then will one place hope in God."

"There is a famous writer in China, his name is Shi Tiesheng, he once wrote in his work: It is difficult for an atheist to be lying on a sickbed."

“Perhaps you find it difficult to understand this sentence.”

"I will put this book on StarNet later, and anyone interested can take a look."

"Once you have read Teacher Tiesheng's works, you will understand why this sentence appeared."

"And Nuo opera is believed by Chinese people to ward off disasters, diseases and evil spirits."

“When people are in trouble, there is Nuo.”

"This is the only glimmer of hope in times of despair."

“I hope that even if you don’t believe it, you will still look at it with awe.”

"Next, please watch a video."

Fu Yin turned on his computer and enlarged the screen to the maximum.

The last time she watched TV, she felt that the screen of her mobile phone was too small, so she asked Miaomiao to teach her how to project the video onto the optical computer.

The video content is a folk performance in a certain province in China.

There were crowds of people on both sides of the street, with loud gongs and drums, firecrackers and occasional cries.

Guan Gong was seen wearing a golden dragon robe, standing on two-meter-two stilts, holding a nine-jin-heavy Qinglong sword in his hand, and pacing back and forth.

There were rows of people kneeling on the ground, with parents holding their thin and pale children in their arms, bowing together, with their heads lowered, their faces could not be seen clearly, but they made people feel sad for no reason, and their crying was silent.

The drunk Guan Gong walked on stilts and stepped over them one by one, and his Qinglong sword circled around the children's heads again and again, driving away evil and blessing them with peace.

The child's head was wrapped in gauze, and his mother held his shoulders tightly, suppressing her sorrow. Her frail shoulders trembled constantly, and she lowered her head, crying silently, with tears rolling down her cheeks.