More than half an hour passed, and everyone set off again and continued on their way.
Bai Yunfei had a satisfied expression on his face. Qian Tu couldn't help but glance at him and said sarcastically: "Aren't you afraid that Wang Yuanwai will know? He will skin you alive?"
Bai Yunfei smiled nonchalantly and said, "Hey, an old immortal, who cares what he does. Besides, if the Seventeenth Auntie can really conceive a boy, she may have to thank me for it."
"What do you mean?" Qian Tu asked inexplicably.
Bai Yunfei looked around and found that they were in the last row of the team, so he lowered his voice and whispered: "Hey, I got some little secrets from that bitch about the king. Are you interested in hearing it?"
"Oh? Come on, tell me."
Qian Tu's curiosity was immediately aroused and he couldn't wait to urge.
Bai Yunfei raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and said in a low and rhythmic voice: "The king has several aunts who are maids to his wife, and in recent years, this old man has been taking concubines like crazy. There are eighteen in the family. There are countless others out there. The most ridiculous thing is that he did this just to have a son!"
Qian Tu frowned, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, "The whole Lingcheng knows that Wang Yuanwai already has a son, why do you want another one?"
"You may not know that his son has had physical problems in recent years. He can't get out of bed at all times. To put it bluntly, he is also a short-lived ghost. So this old guy wants to conceive another son before he closes his eyes so that he can inherit the family. His family property, so that he can rest in peace."
"Then none of his many concubines are pregnant?" Qian Tu asked doubtfully.
"Here's the problem. This old thing is old, and I don't know why, but she just can't get pregnant. Some concubines had no choice but to go to Gaode Temple to ask for a child, but the temple turned out to be really effective, and they all got pregnant. .”
At this point, Bai Yunfei's expression dimmed, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he continued: "But then the king asked them all to have abortions because they said their bellies were big and round, which proved to be girls."
Qian Tu took a deep breath, with complicated eyes. The king did such a ridiculous thing just to have another son. Although it sounded reasonable, there were still some things that couldn't be explained. For example, this time he was singing to a ghost. Why lie every day?
And how to explain the evil spirit in him?
Qian Tu always feels that this matter is not that simple!
"We're here, everyone, please unload the goods quickly!" Butler Wu shouted, the car stopped, and everyone began to unload the goods.
This is a majestic and majestic manor, with a vast area and a spacious entrance.
The manor is dotted with various trees and flowers, rockeries, lakes, and even hot springs, pavilions and pavilions. The scenery is pleasant and beautiful. Qian Tu couldn't help but take a breath, Yuan Wang's wealth far exceeded his imagination.
"Wow, this place is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and its level of luxury is comparable to that of the City Lord's Mansion." Bai Yunfei sighed.
Qian Tu cast a strange look at him, "Have you been to the City Lord's Mansion?"
Bai Yunfei quickly shook his head and explained: "I haven't been there, I just saw it when I passed by."
Qian Tu frowned and said nothing.
Soon, everyone followed Butler Wu as he walked zigzag through the manor, and finally arrived at the Wang family ancestral hall, which was filled with red lanterns.
Through the layers of heads, Qian Tu saw Wang Yuanwai standing respectfully in front of the black spiritual throne, kowtowing devoutly. After he stood up, he respectfully took down the black tablet of his ancestors and placed it gently on the half-immortal table that had been prepared.
There are countless tablets placed in the ancestral hall, and every table is filled with sumptuous food.
There is a wide variety of delicacies, and the fragrance is overflowing. The red candles flicker slightly when lit, exuding a charming aroma.
Gold ingots and yellow paper were neatly arranged on the plate, shining like jewels.
In order to show the meticulousness and thoughtfulness, there are more than a dozen paper figures standing on the wall of the ancestral hall. They are dressed in bright clothes and have bright eyes, just like real people. They are responsible for pouring tea and water in case of emergency.
The entire ancestral hall is filled with a solemn and solemn atmosphere, as if the souls of the ancestors are here quietly watching every move of the descendants.
After everything was ready, Wang Yuanwai walked out of the ancestral hall. After giving housekeeper Wu a few instructions, he took his concubine and walked towards a secluded wing.
Butler Wu slowly turned around and said to a white-haired old man in the troupe: "Master Zhao, thank you for your hard work. Well, Sixth Son, you and your servants come to help Master Zhao set up the stage."
"Oh, oh, you're too polite, Butler Wu."
"Master Zhao, you also know the rules of opera. Our master has ordered that after the ancestors come out to watch the opera, the younger generations need to leave, so my master has gone to rest first. I will trouble you and Mr. Qian Duoduo here in the ancestral hall. Take care of it." Butler Wu ordered.
"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, we will take good care of you." The old man smiled and nodded.
"Our master also ordered that the performance is not allowed to last all night. After the fifth watch, our master will come to pick up the ancestors' tablets and return them to their places, and you can rest."
The old man from the troupe nodded, "Hey, don't worry, Butler Wu, we all understand that this is not the first time we have taken over this kind of business, and we will definitely not violate the rules."
"That's good."
The handover between Butler Wu and the theater troupe came to an end, and he turned around and walked towards Qian Tu and Bai Yunfei.
"Second Young Master Qian, you'll have to work hard, so I'll avoid it for now."
"Don't worry, it's okay."
Qian Tu nodded. Before leaving, Butler Wu glanced at Bai Yunfei with a strange look in his eyes, but without saying anything, he walked directly towards the servant's room with a lantern in hand.
With the help of the Wang family's servants, the stage was quickly set up in the ancestral hall. Bai Yunfei carefully looked at the opera singers standing on the stage, and couldn't help but mutter, "Why are there not any girls? They are all old men. It's really boring."
Qian Tu glanced at him disdainfully, "Have you ever heard of which ancestral hall allows women to enter?"
"Uh... I forgot, I forgot." Bai Yunfei touched his head awkwardly.
"Hey, Mr. Qian!" At this moment, the gray-haired old man, Team Leader Zhao, came over and said with a smile on his face: "Can we start?"
Qian Tu bowed his hands respectfully and said, "Master Zhao, what are the rules today? Please tell me."
"Eh?" Leader Zhao was stunned for a moment and asked suspiciously: "Second Master Qian, aren't you a Taoist priest? Shouldn't you know these rules?"
Hearing this, Qian Tu smiled awkwardly, touched his nose, and explained: "I am not a real Taoist priest. I just learned a little bit about it while walking in the world. Wang Yuanwai took a fancy to my talent and let me Come here and see the world.”
Although he explained, he still deliberately concealed that he was a practitioner, a person who opened the gate of immortality.
"Oh I got it."
The old man suddenly realized, and then continued: "Actually, there are not many rules, there is only one, that is, after the opera starts, strangers are not allowed to speak, so as not to disturb the peace of the deceased. You just need to sit inside quietly for a while and don't speak. That’s it.”
"I see."
After giving some instructions, the old man led seven actors onto the stage.
"Qiang Qiang ~ Qiang Qiang lao~!"
The troupe began to perform on stage, while Qian Tu and Bai Yunfei stayed backstage waiting.
As time passed by, the entire mansion gradually fell silent, and the huge villa fell into darkness, illuminated only by the faint lights in the ancestral hall.
The night falls low, and the sky is filled with stars, dotted with dark blue sky, silent and peaceful.
Bai Yunfei leaned against the corner of the backstage, letting out a series of yawns, as if he was bored with the task of a living person singing to a dead person.
It was also the first time for Qian Tu. He stretched out his hand to open the backstage curtain and looked out. The sight in front of him made him feel horrified.
The stage was brightly lit and lively, but there was a deathly silence below.
The names are engraved on the black tablets, like silent calls, and the precious candles and yellow paper placed between the tablets make people feel even more desolate.
This sight startled Bai Yunfei, who stuck his head out at the same time. He was about to scream, but Qian Tu tightly covered his mouth and made a silencing gesture at the same time, and the two quietly retreated.
As time goes by, they gradually adapt.
In the silence of the night, the actors' songs spread far and wide through the night.
Qian Tu and Bai Yunfei sat quietly in the background, leaning against the wall with their eyes closed to relax.
Unknowingly, Bai Yunfei gradually discovered that there was a different charm in these singing tunes that he had previously found boring.
He hummed softly, his voice not very clear, but with an indescribable softness.
However, Qian Tu slapped him on the shoulder angrily and glared at him to signal him to quiet down.
Bai Yunfei felt depressed and could only purse his lips helplessly, closed his eyes again to rest, and said no more words.
In this solemn atmosphere, time has passed quietly, Xu Shi left quietly, and Zi Shi also came quietly.
Outside the ancestral hall, a layer of pale mist rose up and filled the air.
At this time, a breeze blew, and the red lantern at the door swayed and danced. The red light swayed, and at the same time it blew away the fog in the air, revealing the bright moon, and the silver glow sprinkled on the blue bricks and tiles of the ancestral hall.
However, although this scene was mysterious and strange, the people in the troupe ignored it and continued to sing, as if they were accustomed to it.
Behind the scenes, Bai Yunfei suddenly shuddered. He looked at Qian Tu with trembling eyes, "Qian...Brother Qian, don't you notice...it's a little cold!"
Qian Tu frowned, and he gently touched his eyes with two fingers, instantly showing his "clairvoyance" power.
Then, he gently opened the curtain and looked out, and immediately understood why the Yin Qi was so strong.
It turned out that the seats that were supposed to be empty were now filled with souls, and those souls exuded a green light.
And a group of ghosts gradually gathered at the door, constantly pouring in...
