Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Where is there, I dare to ask the old man, do we have any well-known sects here? Like me. Li Huowang asked what he cared about most.

Yes! Of course there is. There is a monk temple in Xijing City. I heard that the Buddha's prayer for a child is very effective!

Monk Temple? Li Huowang remembered that Dan Yangzi had mentioned before that he had been chased and killed by monks, and he didn't know if it was this temple.

Li Huowang marked this point in the center, no matter what, anyone who opposes Danyangzi's cannibalism should be a good person.

However, Xiao Daoist, you are a Taoist priest, so it's not appropriate to go to the monk's temple, right?

Li Huowang looked down at the Taoist robe on his body. The other party's words really reminded me, should I change this dress, and I am not a true Taoist priest.

How is my husband's business recently? Is it okay?

Feeling that Li Huowang was leaving the topic aside, Lu Zhuangyuan immediately took over the topic.

Hey, what are you doing? The drought in our land has been flooding in the past. The common people have no money these days, and even fewer are willing to go to the theater to give rewards. The rich are reluctant to invite theatrical troupe for nothing. It's over at the banquet, bah! How unfilial!

It will always pass, and it will be fine after these few years.

Yeah, let's get through it, you have to find a way to live your life, don't you?

I just thought, if the year is good, I will run a few hundred more times, and when I have saved enough money, the old man, I will buy a theater belonging to my Lu family in Xijing City. Hey, even if I die. Rest in peace.

With the theater, my son and granddaughter will no longer have to come out and suffer like me. They can study at home honestly. Maybe in a few years, there will be green smoke on the grave of my old Lu Jiazu. A number one scholar! By then...hehehe. Lu Zhuangyuan smiled smirkingly while holding a cigarette.

Li Huowang quietly listened to Lu Zhuangyuan's vision of the future. He was actually quite envious of Lu Zhuangyuan. He lived to such an old age and still had a goal to work towards.

Under the leadership of Li Huowang and Lu Zhuangyuan, the atmosphere on both sides eased a lot.

At least Lu Juren and Lu Xiucai no longer regarded Gouwa as ghosts, they already knew that they were human beings, but they were seriously ill.

There is no way to get sick, who will not get sick, they are all hard-working people.

When they came to Wuligang, Luo Juanhua was already ripe enough for Bai Lingmiao to hug her daughter.

Standing on the flat ground for drying rice, Lu Zhuangyuan looked at the villagers holding bowls for dinner under the eaves. Okay, there are a lot of people in Wuligang, let's paint pots here, Lu Jiaban unpacks! Put up the platform!

They were going to sing an opera, and Li Huowang didn't plan to leave in a hurry. After such a long time, everyone was tired. Just enough to give the others a break.

Li Huowang didn't like singing opera, an ancient form of entertainment, but it was obvious that other people were very curious and rushed over to help.

A few pieces of red cloth are supported by the tall bamboo poles that have been chopped down, and the whole stage is taking shape.

Li Huowang, who was lying on the pile of yellow rice stalks in the field to catch his sleep, suddenly felt someone poking his nose. He opened his eyes and found that it was Bai Lingmiao who was smiling.

She raised her hands, and a golden object appeared in front of Li Huowang, and said excitedly: Brother Li, look! It's such a bright bronze mirror! People are clearly photographed! What they sing is holding things Makeup!

It's not dark yet, you take off the blindfold like this, you're not afraid—

Li Huowang's words stopped abruptly, he was stunned looking at himself in the bronze mirror, the self in the mirror was so strange.

Brother Li, what's wrong with you? Bai Lingmiao sensed something was wrong.

Junior Sister Bai, did I look like this when I was in Qingfeng Temple? Li Huowang touched his face with his hands hesitantly.

Yeah, you've always looked like this, what's the matter? Is there anything different about you in the mirror?

Li Huowang put down his hand touching his face, and reached out to himself in the bronze mirror in front of him, his face was still the same.

But I am no longer a teenager. I have not just come to this world, but it has been a while.

If it's true in the hospital, I guess I was at most seventeen at that time, so how old am I now?

Li Huowang could ask this question, but he couldn't answer it. In addition to his chaotic memory, he also lost his own age.

He could barely tell from his appearance that he should not be over thirty.

Li Huowang tried his best to search in his chaotic memory, but still found nothing.

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. The Lu family will use it for their opera soon.

Yeah. Bai Lingmiao hugged the bronze mirror and ran towards the back of the stage that had been set up.

Yiyi~~ah~~ Looking at Lu Juren who was hanging his throat in the distance, Li Huowang laughed at himself, and lay down on the grain pole again. Hey... I really live like a joke.

He thought he would be more emotional, but he was unexpectedly very calm, but he had another goal in his heart, to find his own age.

At night, the sky was cloudless, the moon was shining brightly, and the simple stage was clearly illuminated.

Hearing that there was an opera troupe coming, almost everyone from Wuligang came.

It is very tempting for peasants who do not have any entertainment except plowing and sleeping, and opera troupe singing.

The Lu family troupe is very small, except for a two-year-old who can't speak, there are only six people in total.

He has to play, play, sing, put on makeup and act, and he is simply too busy. So they can only subtract some items appropriately.

Fortunately, the farmers didn't pick anything, and they sat on the stool they brought and watched with gusto.

Li Huowang and the others lay on the pile of rice stalks, watching them sing and babble from a distance. He had never heard of the opera and did not know which one he sang.

He only recognized Lu Zhuangyuan, who had a black face, a beard, and a knife. At such an age, he still sang and chopped on the stage, looking very hard-working.

Good!!! The applause suddenly sounded, scaring Li Huowang to his wits.

After one scene after another, the entire rice drying field was full of people. The Lu family members on the stage were sweating profusely, and the people in the audience were all red-faced. Only Li Huowang seemed to be a spectator.

Unknowingly, the moon is already in the middle, and the performance of Lu Jiaban is coming to an end.

At this moment, Li Huowang saw Lu Zhuangyuan's daughter-in-law wearing make-up in tattered clothes, hugging her daughter, carrying a straw basket and crying on the stage.

Cruel-hearted uncle drove me away~~

It seems that the lone goose is just drifting away~ ah ah ah~

It's like weeds on the side of the road that people can step on~ ahhh

My mother and daughter suffer from hunger and cold, it's really unbearable~really~hard~endurable~~

I can only ask for food from the street~

After singing this, Luo Juanhua lightly pinched her daughter's buttocks with her hand, and the two-year-old child suddenly burst into tears in response to the occasion.