Those who can afford to sing operas for ghosts are not ordinary families. The Hu family is also considered a big surname in Wuligang. Almost one-third of the people in the village have the surname Hu.
Li Huowang had already found out from Lu Zhuangyuan that the richest landlord in Wuligang, who paid for the opera, was also the richest landlord of the highest generation, Hu Qinghe.
At this time, he was accompanying Lu Zhuangyuan and his party to rush towards the Hu family ancestral hall.
Mr. Hu said that it’s nothing big, and he has invited other opera troupes to sing ghost operas in previous years.There is nothing.
Li Huowang glanced at him, and didn't know who he was comforting him when he said this.
After pressing the bell on his waist with his hands, Li Huowang felt a little calmer. Even if there was something wrong, he felt much more at ease with this thing.
Of course, it is best not to have any trouble. After all, it will take three months to invite Master You to live.
Walking on the village path, they soon arrived at the Hu Family Ancestral Hall where many red lanterns were ordered.
This time, people are very prosperous, and Li Huowang and others can't squeeze in. After crossing the layers of people's heads, he saw that many people were kowtowing to the black spiritual tablet.
That's Mr. Hu. He also said that after the show, we should not leave and invite us to dinner.
Lu Zhuangyuan said with his finger at the old man wearing silk clothes in front of the kowtower.
As he spoke, the kowtowers got up and respectfully invited the black tablets of their ancestors to put them on the semi-immortal table that had been prepared long ago.
There are many tablets and many tables, which fill the spacious ancestral hall with three entrances.
The table in front of the row is not empty, it also contains delicious dishes, and there are many types.
Red candles, incense, gold ingots, and yellow paper are neatly listed on the plates serving dishes for ancestors to enjoy.
As if they were afraid of not taking good care of themselves, there were more than a dozen paper men serving tea and pouring water standing beside the wall of the ancestral hall. They probably would have to be placed next to the table and waited later.
Hey, Mr. Huang is so open-minded. He personally spent money to invite the opera troupe to sing opera to his ancestors.
It's Ah, no wonder those rooms in Mr. Hu's house are not sick or disaster-stricken. These are all good things blessed by our ancestors.
Alas, I don’t know if I can be so rich after I die.
Then the younger generation who waits for you can make a lot of money like Mr. Hu. It will cost you a lot of money to ask someone to sing a show to ghosts.
Listening to these words from the Hu family and looking at the solemn scene in front of him, Li Huowang felt a little relieved.No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like something will happen.
He leaned slightly toward Lu Zhuangyuan on the side.Master Lu, you have traveled around the world for so many years, have you encountered many ghosts or the kind of things you have asked for?
Um?!What, isn't this the same thing?Lu Zhuangyuan widened his eyes and looked very surprised.
How can this be the same?One is when a person becomes after death, and the other is... Li Huowang said this, but he didn't know how to explain it.
But what Li Huowang is sure of is that no matter what the great grandma Dan Yangzi used to refine the alchemy, Mr. You, and even the little-footed woman that night, they are definitely not ghosts, at least they are not ghosts in his impression.
At this moment, the Hu family's tablet had been invited, and Hu Qinghe and a large group of Hu family members walked towards Lu Zhuangyuan.
Master Lu, please work hard, that, Jialiang, please bring other people to help Master Lu build a platform.
Oh, I’m so embarrassed, Mr. Hu is really too polite.
Master Lu, you also know the rules of performing operas. When the ancestors come out to watch the opera, the younger generation who invites the opera will have to leave and stay at home and stay away.I would like to take care of the ancestral hall.Mr. Hu gave in kindness.
It should be, it should be.Don’t worry, Mr. Hu, with me here, the ancestral hall will definitely be fine.Lu Zhuangyuan patted his chest and said firmly.
Although no one watched, Lu Zhuangyuan really dared not make any mistakes. If something happened to the ancestral hall, the Hu family could bury the entire Lu family's class alive.
And Ah, when the opera starts, the living cannot speak to the opera singers, so as not to feel uncomfortable with the ancestors.
As for the play, just choose something that is more happy. The ancestors said that the underworld is too deserted and it depends on the more festive ones.
There is no need to sing all night. After the fifth day, my son will come to take the tablets of his ancestors and return home, so you can rest.
Lu Zhuangyuan's head was lit like a chicken pecking at rice. Hey hey, don't worry, Mr. Hu, you will never break the rules.
With the help of the Hu family, the stage was quickly set up in the ancestral hall. Only five people were on stage to perform tonight, and Luo Juanhua did not come because women could not enter the ancestral hall.
Immediately after Hu Qinghe shouted, the crowds of people who had just watched the fun dispersed and went home.
clang clang ~ clang clang lift ~!When the Lu family started to perform on stage, Li Huowang stayed in the backstage and waited.
Time passed little by little, and the entire Wuligang became quiet. The vast village fell into darkness, and there was only light at the ancestral hall.
Li Huowang was the first time that a living person sang an opera for the dead. He opened the backstage curtain and looked outside.
I have to say that this is quite terrifying. The stage is lively, but the audience is silent.There was no applause, only rows of black tablets with names engraved, and the treasure candle and yellow paper between the tablets.
After walking in Qingfeng Temple, these scenes still couldn't scare him, but the Lu family troupe couldn't do it. In a short while, the Lu Juren, who was singing the opera, forgot the lyrics several times, and he was anxious when he saw Lu Zhuangyuan ringing the gong.
But as time passed, they began to get into the state and began to smooth out.
In the quiet late night, the sound of the opera went far away. Li Huowang, who was carrying a sword, sat in the backstage, closed his eyes and rested.
As I listened, let alone, the bored Li Huowang really heard a hint of charm, and his head shook his head with Yiyi AhAh's singing voice.
In this environment, the second update passed unknowingly and came to the third update.
Li Huowang had already figured it out at this time. The third day was from 11:00 to 1:00 a.m., the fourth day was from 3:00 to 3:00, and the fifth day was from 3:00 to 5:00. Generally, after five o'clock, the chickens in the village were about to crow.
He hit Hache, but for some reason, he was always more sleepy than others when he came here.
He can't really fall asleep when he takes money to do things. Li Huowang simply put the heavenly book in his hand and thinks about it to relieve his sleepiness.
Recently, he will also study it during a vigil at night, but he is more sure that this is a scripture that encourages people to be good, and he has gained nothing else.
As I watched, the second update passed and the third update came. Everything was normal in the entire ancestral hall and nothing happened.
Li Huowang looked up at Lu Zhuangyuan who was changing makeup in front of him, and said in his heart: Master Lu probably has his heart bleeding now, and he has lost six taels of silver for no reason.
It’s right to think about it. Logically speaking, nothing should have happened. This is the Hu family ancestral hall. If the younger generation invites the elders to watch the show, it is impossible for the elders to ruin the situation.
Just when Li Huowang thought this would be the same tonight, an accident happened. He suddenly stopped without any warning when he heard the sound of the drama outside.
Li Huowang had already found out from Lu Zhuangyuan that the richest landlord in Wuligang, who paid for the opera, was also the richest landlord of the highest generation, Hu Qinghe.
At this time, he was accompanying Lu Zhuangyuan and his party to rush towards the Hu family ancestral hall.
Mr. Hu said that it’s nothing big, and he has invited other opera troupes to sing ghost operas in previous years.There is nothing.
Li Huowang glanced at him, and didn't know who he was comforting him when he said this.
After pressing the bell on his waist with his hands, Li Huowang felt a little calmer. Even if there was something wrong, he felt much more at ease with this thing.
Of course, it is best not to have any trouble. After all, it will take three months to invite Master You to live.
Walking on the village path, they soon arrived at the Hu Family Ancestral Hall where many red lanterns were ordered.
This time, people are very prosperous, and Li Huowang and others can't squeeze in. After crossing the layers of people's heads, he saw that many people were kowtowing to the black spiritual tablet.
That's Mr. Hu. He also said that after the show, we should not leave and invite us to dinner.
Lu Zhuangyuan said with his finger at the old man wearing silk clothes in front of the kowtower.
As he spoke, the kowtowers got up and respectfully invited the black tablets of their ancestors to put them on the semi-immortal table that had been prepared long ago.
There are many tablets and many tables, which fill the spacious ancestral hall with three entrances.
The table in front of the row is not empty, it also contains delicious dishes, and there are many types.
Red candles, incense, gold ingots, and yellow paper are neatly listed on the plates serving dishes for ancestors to enjoy.
As if they were afraid of not taking good care of themselves, there were more than a dozen paper men serving tea and pouring water standing beside the wall of the ancestral hall. They probably would have to be placed next to the table and waited later.
Hey, Mr. Huang is so open-minded. He personally spent money to invite the opera troupe to sing opera to his ancestors.
It's Ah, no wonder those rooms in Mr. Hu's house are not sick or disaster-stricken. These are all good things blessed by our ancestors.
Alas, I don’t know if I can be so rich after I die.
Then the younger generation who waits for you can make a lot of money like Mr. Hu. It will cost you a lot of money to ask someone to sing a show to ghosts.
Listening to these words from the Hu family and looking at the solemn scene in front of him, Li Huowang felt a little relieved.No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like something will happen.
He leaned slightly toward Lu Zhuangyuan on the side.Master Lu, you have traveled around the world for so many years, have you encountered many ghosts or the kind of things you have asked for?
Um?!What, isn't this the same thing?Lu Zhuangyuan widened his eyes and looked very surprised.
How can this be the same?One is when a person becomes after death, and the other is... Li Huowang said this, but he didn't know how to explain it.
But what Li Huowang is sure of is that no matter what the great grandma Dan Yangzi used to refine the alchemy, Mr. You, and even the little-footed woman that night, they are definitely not ghosts, at least they are not ghosts in his impression.
At this moment, the Hu family's tablet had been invited, and Hu Qinghe and a large group of Hu family members walked towards Lu Zhuangyuan.
Master Lu, please work hard, that, Jialiang, please bring other people to help Master Lu build a platform.
Oh, I’m so embarrassed, Mr. Hu is really too polite.
Master Lu, you also know the rules of performing operas. When the ancestors come out to watch the opera, the younger generation who invites the opera will have to leave and stay at home and stay away.I would like to take care of the ancestral hall.Mr. Hu gave in kindness.
It should be, it should be.Don’t worry, Mr. Hu, with me here, the ancestral hall will definitely be fine.Lu Zhuangyuan patted his chest and said firmly.
Although no one watched, Lu Zhuangyuan really dared not make any mistakes. If something happened to the ancestral hall, the Hu family could bury the entire Lu family's class alive.
And Ah, when the opera starts, the living cannot speak to the opera singers, so as not to feel uncomfortable with the ancestors.
As for the play, just choose something that is more happy. The ancestors said that the underworld is too deserted and it depends on the more festive ones.
There is no need to sing all night. After the fifth day, my son will come to take the tablets of his ancestors and return home, so you can rest.
Lu Zhuangyuan's head was lit like a chicken pecking at rice. Hey hey, don't worry, Mr. Hu, you will never break the rules.
With the help of the Hu family, the stage was quickly set up in the ancestral hall. Only five people were on stage to perform tonight, and Luo Juanhua did not come because women could not enter the ancestral hall.
Immediately after Hu Qinghe shouted, the crowds of people who had just watched the fun dispersed and went home.
clang clang ~ clang clang lift ~!When the Lu family started to perform on stage, Li Huowang stayed in the backstage and waited.
Time passed little by little, and the entire Wuligang became quiet. The vast village fell into darkness, and there was only light at the ancestral hall.
Li Huowang was the first time that a living person sang an opera for the dead. He opened the backstage curtain and looked outside.
I have to say that this is quite terrifying. The stage is lively, but the audience is silent.There was no applause, only rows of black tablets with names engraved, and the treasure candle and yellow paper between the tablets.
After walking in Qingfeng Temple, these scenes still couldn't scare him, but the Lu family troupe couldn't do it. In a short while, the Lu Juren, who was singing the opera, forgot the lyrics several times, and he was anxious when he saw Lu Zhuangyuan ringing the gong.
But as time passed, they began to get into the state and began to smooth out.
In the quiet late night, the sound of the opera went far away. Li Huowang, who was carrying a sword, sat in the backstage, closed his eyes and rested.
As I listened, let alone, the bored Li Huowang really heard a hint of charm, and his head shook his head with Yiyi AhAh's singing voice.
In this environment, the second update passed unknowingly and came to the third update.
Li Huowang had already figured it out at this time. The third day was from 11:00 to 1:00 a.m., the fourth day was from 3:00 to 3:00, and the fifth day was from 3:00 to 5:00. Generally, after five o'clock, the chickens in the village were about to crow.
He hit Hache, but for some reason, he was always more sleepy than others when he came here.
He can't really fall asleep when he takes money to do things. Li Huowang simply put the heavenly book in his hand and thinks about it to relieve his sleepiness.
Recently, he will also study it during a vigil at night, but he is more sure that this is a scripture that encourages people to be good, and he has gained nothing else.
As I watched, the second update passed and the third update came. Everything was normal in the entire ancestral hall and nothing happened.
Li Huowang looked up at Lu Zhuangyuan who was changing makeup in front of him, and said in his heart: Master Lu probably has his heart bleeding now, and he has lost six taels of silver for no reason.
It’s right to think about it. Logically speaking, nothing should have happened. This is the Hu family ancestral hall. If the younger generation invites the elders to watch the show, it is impossible for the elders to ruin the situation.
Just when Li Huowang thought this would be the same tonight, an accident happened. He suddenly stopped without any warning when he heard the sound of the drama outside.
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