Hong Kong variety show: Beauty and Bones

In folklore, there has always been a mysterious and awe-inspiring saying: July of each year is regarded as the Ghost Month, and the 15th day of July is the Ghost Festival!

It is said that on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the Ghost Gate, which has been closed for a long time, will slowly open, and a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere will spread.

At the same time, the ghost messengers will escort those poor, unrespected ghosts through the Ghost Gate and into the human world.

These ghosts long for charity and care from the human world.

As a result, people have adopted various methods to appease these visitors from the underworld.

Releasing water lanterns is one of the important rituals. Water lanterns with faint flickering lights float on the river, as if to guide lost ghosts back home.

Burning paper clothes is another common sacrificial activity. People burn carefully crafted paper clothes in the hope of bringing warmth and comfort to the ghosts.

Many people also invite eminent monks to chant scriptures and perform rituals to liberate the lonely souls and let them rest in peace.

义庄

Second floor

At this moment, in the room, the master and the disciple were busy preparing to print ghost money.

Qiu Sheng's hands were constantly flying, operating the machine quickly while he kept mumbling, "Master, why do you have to print 5,000 taels this time? We are so exhausted! The underworld is too greedy!"

Hearing his apprentice's complaint, Uncle Jiu, who was concentrating on signing, suddenly stopped writing, raised his head and glared at Qiu Sheng fiercely, scolding him, "What nonsense are you talking about, kid! Prices in the living world are skyrocketing, and the same is true in the underworld! We can't treat those ghosts unfairly."

For some unknown reason, Uncle Jiu was unexpectedly promoted to become the designated bank manager in the underworld.

This position is not an easy one, as he shoulders a crucial responsibility - to print enough ghost money to supply the needs of the underworld.

At every specific time, Uncle Jiu would rush out a large batch of ghost money for the underworld according to the regulations.

Now, seeing that it was time to print ghost money again this month, the master and disciple had no choice but to work hard.

After being scolded by his master, Qiu Sheng didn't dare to complain anymore. He sat at the table with a focused expression, operating the printing machine in an orderly manner.

As the machine runs, exquisite ghost money is printed out continuously.

However, this is not the end. These ghost money will only take effect after being signed by Uncle Jiu himself.

So, Uncle Jiu picked up the brush and signed his name on the paper money with quick strokes.

All he could hear was Uncle Jiu muttering something: "Lin Jiu..." But when Qiu Sheng curiously leaned over to take a look, he was surprised to find that the three words "Lin Fengjiao" were written on the signature of the banknote!

Seeing this, Qiu Sheng couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

It was hard for him to imagine that his master, who was always serious and stern, had a name that was in stark contrast to his image - Lin Fengjiao!

So, Qiu Sheng even deliberately imitated the woman's accent and teased Uncle Jiu in a suicidal manner: "It sounds so nice, Gillian~ Gillian~Jiaojiao~~"

Hearing Qiu Sheng's teasing, Uncle Jiu was stunned at first, then his face instantly turned red, and then his eyes widened with anger. He picked up the brush at hand and hit Qiu Sheng, cursing as he hit him: "You ignorant brat, you dare to make fun of your teacher's name? I will teach you a lesson today!"

For a moment, the master and the disciple chased and played in the house, which was very lively.

When Uncle Jiu was about to catch Qiu Sheng, he quickly jumped down from the building.

"Hehe, Gillian, I can't hit you!" Qiu Sheng was like a nimble monkey, doing a very chic somersault in the air, and was about to land safely and steadily.

However, at this critical moment, Uncle Jiu suddenly kicked out a wooden stick from upstairs with lightning speed. The stick fell straight to where Qiu Sheng was about to land like a flash of lightning.

"Ouch!" A scream was heard. Qiu Sheng was caught off guard and stepped on the wooden stick. He immediately lost his balance and fell head over heels. He looked extremely embarrassed!

"Ah Jiao, Ah Jiao, isn't this fun?" Uncle Jiu had a sneer on his face and said to Qiu Sheng in a threatening tone, "Boy, if anyone other than you knows that my name is Lin Fengjiao, then don't blame me for being rude to you. You will definitely pay the price!"

Qiu Sheng struggled to stand up, clutching his painful buttocks. He replied with a frustrated and embarrassed look on his face, "I understand, Master! I won't dare to do it again!"

"What are you still standing there for? Come up and help me!" Uncle Jiu looked at Qiu Sheng, who was still standing there stupidly, and scolded him again. "There are so many banknotes to print. If I had to do it all by myself, I would be exhausted to death!"

After that, Uncle Jiu went back to printing the ghost money. Qiu Sheng obediently stepped forward to help, but he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "There are so many banknotes, I don't know when we can finish printing them..."

After a while, Uncle Jiu seemed to suddenly remember something and looked up and asked, "By the way, Qiu Sheng, where did Wencai and Yinyin go? Why can't we see them anymore?"

On weekdays, with Wencai and Yinyin playing and fighting around, the life was quite lively. But now that they were not around, Uncle Jiu felt a little uncomfortable.

Hearing Uncle Jiu's question, Qiu Sheng quickly stopped what he was doing and answered honestly, "Master, Wencai and Yinyin went to the town to watch a play! I guess they're enjoying it right now!"

He originally wanted to go, but he was a step too late and was drafted by his master, so he had to stay at home to help.

"Watching a show?" Uncle Jiu was stunned, then his expression changed. "Didn't I tell you these two little bastards aren't allowed to go out tonight?"

Actually ran out to watch a show?

The play tonight is not for living people!

……

On that broad and magnificent stage, a splendid and dazzling opera is unfolding in full swing!

On the stage, there were flashes of swords and interlaced shadows of knives. Every movement of the actors was as smooth and natural as flowing water. They either jumped lightly or spun and danced. Every move showed their profound foundation and superb skills.

The passionate drama accompanied by the sonorous sound of gongs and drums resounded throughout the stage.

But amidst such a lively scene, a picture appeared that was in sharp contrast to it - there were only two people standing there quietly in the audience, watching this wonderful performance.

Ren Yinyin couldn't help but shrink his neck, turning his head left and right to look around, and an inexplicable chill rose from his spine.

She didn't know if it was just her illusion, but she always felt like there was someone around secretly watching them.

"Brother, do you feel a little cold?" Ren Yinyin rubbed his hands and asked softly to Wencai who was chewing a piece of sugarcane with relish beside him.

Wencai stopped chewing when he heard the question from his junior sister. He turned to look at the junior sister in a thin dress, then shook his head and said, "Girl, if you don't wear more clothes at night, won't you be cold? You should be more careful next time!"