"Where is it? I dare to ask my husband, do we have any well-known sects? For example, like me." Li Huowang asked what he cared about most.
"Yes! Of course there is. There is a Buddhist temple in Xijing City. I heard that the Buddha in it is very effective in praying for children!"
Monk temple? Li Huowang remembered that Dan Yangzi had mentioned before that he had been chased by monks, and he didn't know if it was this temple.
Li Huowang marked this point in the center. No matter what, those who are against Dan Yangzi's cannibalism should be good people.
"But, little Taoist, you are a Taoist priest, it's not appropriate to go to a Buddhist temple, right?"
Li Huowang looked down at the Taoist robe on his body. The other party's words really reminded him that he should change this clothes, because he is not a real Taoist priest.
"How is your business recently? Is it okay?"
Feeling that Li Huowang was diverting the topic, Lu Zhuangyuan immediately took over the topic.
"Hey, what can you do? After a severe drought, there is a severe flood in our area. In this year, ordinary people have no money, and even fewer people are willing to watch plays and give gifts. Rich people are reluctant to invite the opera troupe for funerals, and just have a banquet. Bah! How unfilial!"
"It will be over. Just wait until you get through these few years."
"Yes, just endure it. You have to find a way to get by."
"I just think that if the year is good, I will run a few hundred more times. When I save enough money, I will buy the opera house belonging to my Lu family in Xijing City. Hey, then I can die with my eyes closed."
"With the opera house, my son and granddaughter will no longer have to come out to suffer like me. They can study at home honestly. Maybe in a few years, smoke will come out of the ancestral grave of my Lu family, and a champion will be born! By then... hehehe." Champion Lu smiled foolishly while holding his pipe.
Li Huowang listened quietly to Lv Zhuangyuan's vision of the future. He actually envied him. He had lived to such an old age and still had a goal to work hard for.
Under the leadership of Li Huowang and Lv Zhuangyuan, the atmosphere between the two sides eased a lot.
At least Lv Juren and Lv Xiucai no longer regarded Gou Wa and the others as monsters. They already knew that they were people who were just seriously ill.
What can be done about being sick? Who doesn't get sick? We are all miserable people.
When they arrived at Wuligang, Luo Juanhua was so ripe that Bai Lingmiao could hold her daughter.
Standing on the flat ground where rice was drying, Lv Zhuangyuan looked at the villagers who were eating dinner under the eaves with bowls in their arms. "Okay, there are many people in Wuligang, let's lay down the ground and paint the pot here, and the Lv family troupe will open the box! Set up the stage!"
They were going to perform, and Li Huowang didn't plan to leave in a hurry. After such a long time, everyone was tired. It was just right for others to rest.
Li Huowang was not interested in the ancient form of entertainment, but it was obvious that others were very curious and ran over to help.
The tall bamboo poles that had been cut down supported several large red cloths, and the entire stage was taking shape.
Li Huowang, who was lying on the golden rice stalks in the field, suddenly felt someone poking his nose. He opened his eyes and found that it was the smiling Bai Lingmiao.
She raised her hands, and a golden object appeared in front of Li Huowang. She said excitedly: "Brother Li, look! What a bright bronze mirror! People are reflected clearly! They performers put on makeup with things in their hands!"
"It's not dark yet, you took off the eye mask like this, aren't you afraid----"
Li Huowang stopped talking abruptly. He was stunned when he looked at himself in the bronze mirror. He looked so strange in the mirror.
"Brother Li, what's wrong with you?" Bai Lingmiao noticed something wrong.
"Junior Sister Bai, did I look like this when I was in Qingfeng Temple?" Li Huowang hesitated and touched his face.
"Yes, you have always looked like this, what's wrong? Is there anything different about you in the mirror?"
Li Huowang put down the hand that was touching his face and reached out to himself in the bronze mirror in front of him. His face was still the same face.
But he was no longer a teenager. He had not just come to this world, but had been in this world for a while.
"If what was said in the hospital was true, I was probably at most seventeen at that time. How old am I now?"
Li Huowang could ask this question, but he could not answer it. In addition to the chaotic memory, he also lost his age.
He could only barely judge from his appearance that he should not be over thirty.
Li Huowang tried hard to find it in his chaotic memory, but still found nothing.
"Junior Brother Li, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Don't scare me." Seeing Li Huowang's reaction, Bai Lingmiao looked a little nervous.
"I'm fine, I just remembered something. Hurry up and return the bronze mirror to the owner. The Lu family will use it for the opera soon."
"Yes." Bai Lingmiao held the bronze mirror and ran to the back of the stage that had been set up.
"Yiyi~~Ah~~" Looking at Mr. Lu who was trying to sing in the distance, Li Huowang laughed at himself and lay down on the straw again. "Ah... I really live like a joke."
He thought he would be more emotional, but he was unexpectedly very calm. He just had another goal in his mind, to find his age.
At night, the sky was cloudless, the moon was in the sky, and the simple stage was clearly lit.
Hearing that there was an opera troupe coming, almost all the people in Wuligang came.
For farmers who usually do nothing but plow the fields and sleep, the opera troupe's performance is very tempting.
The Lu family's opera troupe is very small. Except for a two-year-old who can't speak, there are only six people in total.
They had to play music, sing, put on makeup and act, and they were too busy to handle it. So they could only reduce some of the activities appropriately.
Fortunately, the farmers were not picky and sat on the stools they brought with them to watch with great interest.
Li Huowang and others lay on the rice stalks, watching them singing from a distance. He had never heard of the opera and didn't know which play they were singing.
He only recognized the champion Lu who was painted with a black face and beard and holding a Guandao. At such an old age, he still had to sing and chop on the stage, and he looked very hard.
"Good!!!" Cheers suddenly rang out, which scared Li Huowang.
After one show after another, the entire rice drying field was full of people. The Lu family on the stage were sweating profusely, and the people watching below were blushing. Only Li Huowang seemed like a spectator.
Unconsciously, the moon had reached the middle, and the performance of the Lu family was coming to an end.
At this moment, Li Huowang saw the daughter-in-law of Lu Zhuangyuan, who was wearing ragged clothes, wearing makeup, holding her daughter, and carrying a straw basket, crying on the stage.
"My cruel uncle drove me away~~"
"It's like a lone goose drifting alone~ah~"
"It's like weeds on the roadside being trampled by people~ah~"
"My mother and I are starving and cold, it's really unbearable~really~unbearable~~"
"I can only beg for food on the street~"
When she sang this, Luo Juanhua gently pinched her daughter's buttocks with her hand, and the two-year-old child burst into tears immediately in response to the scene