The actors inside were busy setting up stages, tents, and preparing performance equipment.
There were also some sleepy-eyed ones, as if they had just woken up, yawning and flashed past the eyes of several people.
There seemed to be no concern for the early arrivals.
"A few guests arrived a little early!"
One person walked out from among the actors and introduced himself to several people:
"I am the talker of the troupe, you can call me Huan Qianmian."
Huan Qianmian wears a straw hat, his eyelashes are slightly curled, his eyes are dark and deep, his clothes are in tatters, he is wild and informal with a bit of evil charm.
"We are out of town doing business. We heard there are hundreds of shows to watch, so we came to join in the fun."
Ji Boda's ability to lie is pure "unique".
Who wears Taoist robes when doing business?
Negotiating a deal with a ghost?
Or maybe the troupe saw a lot of people of all kinds, and Huan Qianmian didn't reveal the identities of a few of them in public.
Instead, he smiled and said, "The guest officer has to wait. The people below still need to dress up, and the troupe has to wait until the sun sets before they start performing."
Wen Yuanzheng asked in confusion: "Why do we have to wait until the sun sets?"
In fact, no one understands it except Mu Nan.
Among the hundreds of operas, searching for a peg, swallowing a knife, spitting fire, and illusions are all performed during the day. Not only are they not enough to watch, but they also easily reveal their secrets.
Therefore, performances are mostly performed in the evening.
But the group of people knew very little about human affairs, so they seemed to be much ignorant.
The questions asked also seemed a bit childish.
"The guests are very familiar with it. Is this your first time watching a show at Jiaodian Opera Park?"
Huan Qianmian said vaguely: "Performing at night is just following the instructions of our ancestors."
Ji Boda looked at where the sun was and said:
"There's still some time until sunset. Shopkeeper Huan, do you mind if I wait for a while?"
"Why not? As long as the guests don't touch the food of the brothers in the garden."
Huan Qianmian made a generous gesture of invitation and continued: "You can move around as you like."
Ji Boda thanked Huan Qianmian, turned to his teammates and said:
"Everyone can take a stroll in the park and don't waste time watching the opera at night."
The group understood.
They began to scatter and look around the garden.
Ji Boda even let go of his spiritual consciousness and scanned everyone present.
As Tucheng said, they are all mortals.
And it seems that there are no evil or evil people.
The sun sets over the western mountains.
The bustling audience began to enter the theater one after another.
It only took a short while for people to start crowding.
"Do you want to continue?"
The group of people got together and dispersed from time to time. When they got together again, everyone looked sad.
"Is it necessary to continue?"
It seems like a question and an answer, but in fact everyone has the answer in their mind.
Whether it is the audience coming one after another, the individual vendors carrying burdens, or even the actors in the Jiao Ping Opera Paradise, they are all mortals.
If a mortal could take someone away silently, even Mu Nan would praise him as being more professional than taking a photo of a flower.
To put it bluntly, the troupe did engage in such shady business, so where were the people hiding?
The theater is indeed not small, and there are many kinds of performance equipment.
But they are all made of wood, iron, cloth and other ordinary things, without any spirituality.
Under the consciousness, it is even more clearly seen.
How can there be any hint of unusualness?
Shaking their heads, several people walked out angrily.
"Guests, the show is about to start. Don't you want to watch a few shows before leaving? If you miss this village, you won't be able to get this store!"
All the dramas in the mortal world, no matter how wonderful they are, are full of loopholes in the eyes of monks.
Is there any magic trick as mysterious as magic?
Facing Huan Qianmian's kind invitation, Ji Boda tactfully declined:
"Thank you very much, Shopkeeper Huan, for your kindness. I and I are busy with trivial matters and cannot stay for a long time. I am extremely sorry that I cannot enjoy the magic of the show."
"That's really a shame."
Huan Qianmian smacked his lips, as if pointing something out, with a very regretful expression.
After a few people turned around and walked a few steps, Mu Nan suddenly said: "Wait!"
When he first entered the theater, he didn't notice anything unusual, and even now he doesn't notice any flaws.
But it's the lack of flaws that makes it even weirder.
For example, the old man who practiced fire-eating and his married wife treated each other with respect and raised eyebrows, which made everyone envious.
They all praised it, this is love.
Whether rich or poor.
Another example is the man who performed the spitting lotus flower show with pure water. With just one movement, he vomited for half an hour and still hasn't stopped.
The child next to him was responsible for bringing him water. There was no need to be careful. The portions of each half bowl of water were exactly the same.
Not one point more, not one point less.
Another example is the performer who performs the trick of changing into a bird. He throws the cup into the air and turns into a white dove, which spins around the stage cart.
When it flew back to his hand, it turned into a cup again.
It looks extremely wonderful.
Several people looked at it for a long time, but no one saw the mystery.
Intuition allowed him to hear a different flavor in Huan Qianmian's words.
Pity?
It’s really a pity to leave!
"Uncle, did you discover something?"
Xie Huaiwei was the first to stop.
It's not that she has many trusts in Mu Nan, but without this clue, several people don't know where to start investigating next.
Even though she is resourceful, she feels like she has exhausted her talents at this time.
Is the human trafficking case summarily closed?
Even the provincial government officials knew that this matter could not be described as a simple missing person. How could they deceive themselves?
If word spreads, won't it become another Beiliu Eighteen Cities?
"Do you have a feeling!"
Mu Nan looked back at the park and his eyes fell on Huan Qianmian: "Everything is too perfect, perfect without any flaws!"
After Xie Huaigu, he really discovered things that others could not.
Seeing him say this, he sneered and pulled Xie Huaiwei.
"Let's go, sister, Wu...Uncle Priest's eyes are different from ours, even higher than those of a major cultivator in the Core Formation Realm!"
Because he was shouting happily from behind, he almost blurted out the words "faceless man".
When the words came to my lips, I quickly answered them.
"Uncle Pastor, there are so many perfect things in this world, why does it seem strange here?"
Ji Boda also felt that he was making a fuss and looked like he had never seen the world.
It makes people feel tired just looking at it.
Are people with psychological defects unable to see perfection in the world?
Mu Nan knew that even if he tried his best to explain, they would be dismissive.
Why not go straight to Huanglong?
So he shouted at Huan Qianmian: "Monster, you haven't shown your true form yet!"
The other five people subconsciously jumped away and stayed away from him.
To call a mortal a monster, the pastor must be crazy!
Unexpectedly, Huan Qianmian grinned.
"Jie Jie, I was discovered by this young hero!"
"Bang!"
Following his words, the group of people unanimously took out their magic weapons and stared at Huan Qianmian warily.
I thought there was something wrong with Mu Nan, but unexpectedly, he admitted it himself!
"What a monster!"
Huan Qianmian slowly tore at his neck and took off a mask.
"Young hero, this is my true face!"
By the way, Huan Qianmian's face looked a bit old at this time, and there were some horizontal lines on his forehead.
Shaking the mask in his hand like a joke.
Looking proudly at the sword, gun, sword and halberd in front of him.
"I used this trick to scare countless children into tears!"
A group of people took back the magic weapon.
Looking up at the stars innocently, as if preparing to use the spiritual and Taoist tools in his hands to compete with mosquitoes and flies.
On the other hand, Mu Nan picked up the measuring ruler and pointed it at Huan Qianmian: "Can you recognize the Taoist weapon in my hand?"
Huan Qianmian was startled.
He was already crying: "Young hero, if you need money, just tell me and I will get it for you right away. There is no need to use knives or guns!"
"That's enough! Uncle Pastor!"
Ji Boda was embarrassed by the scene just now. The reason was Mu Nan's random suspicion.
At this moment, he seemed to have found the source of his venting. He pulled away and stood in front of Huan Qianmian: "Are you going to use force against mortals?"
Mu Nan ignored his righteous words and tilted the ruler in the wrong direction, always facing Huan Qianmian.
"It seems that you want me to take action before you reveal your true colors?"
"when!"
Ji Boda became angry.
There is resentment for not paying attention to his love, but there is also the loss of face to save.
Seeing that he was still threatening Huan Qianmian, he pressed the magic sword against the ruler of the sky.
A crisp sound.
"Uncle Pastor, don't make a mistake!"
"I think your brain is smaller than a walnut!"
Mu Nan picked up Ji Boda's magic sword and smashed it down.
Not to mention that Huan Qianmian is an old man, even a young man with a strong temper will rush to hell in an instant under this foot.
How could Jiboda tolerate cultivators attacking mortals while he was leading the team?
Still his teammate!
