Chapter 32: The Hu Family Ancestral Hall
Please afford to give the ghost singing people, are not what ordinary people, Hu family in the five miles Gang is also considered a big family name, the village almost a third of the people are surnamed Hu.
Li Huowang already know from Lu Zuoyuan, the money to invite the opera singer is the entire Wuligang richest landlord is also the highest generation, Hu Qinghe.
At this moment, he was accompanying Lu Scholar Yuan and his party to the Hu Family Ancestral Hall.
"Master Hu said that it's nothing serious, he has invited other theater groups to sing ghost operas in previous years. Nothing happened."
Li Huowang glanced at him and wondered who he was comforting when he said this.
Pressing the bell at his waist with his hand, Li Huowang's heart was a little bit settled, that is, it didn't matter if something happened, with this thing his heart was much more at ease.
Of course, it is best not to have an accident, after all, to invite a tour of the Taoist master, but to spend three months life expectancy.
Walking along the village path, they soon arrived at the Hu family ancestral hall, which was lit with many red lanterns.
This would be very crowded, Li Huowang and the others couldn't even squeeze in, crossing the layers of heads, he saw someone many people were kowtowing to the black spirit seat with incense.
"That's Master Hu, he also said that when the play is over let us not leave first, treat us to dinner."
Lu Zuoyuan said with his finger pointing to the old man in satin clothes at the front of the kowtowers.
Just as he was talking, those kowtowing people got up and respectfully invited down the black tablets of their ancestors, placing them on the half-immortal table that had already been prepared.
There were many plaques and many tables, filling up the spacious three-entrance shrine hall.
The table in front of the plaques was not empty; it was similarly filled with delicious food of many kinds.
Red candles, incense, gold treasures, and yellow paper were neatly arranged on the dishes for the ancestors to enjoy.
Seemingly lest they were not well taken care of, there were also a dozen or so paper figures serving tea and water standing on the wall of the ancestral hall, presumably to be set up to wait by the table in a while.
"Hey, Master Huang is really open-minded, personally paying for an opera troupe to sing for the ancestors."
"Yes, no wonder Master Hu's family has no illnesses or disasters, it's all because of the blessings of the ancestors."
"Hey, I don't know if I'll be able to have this kind of wealth after I die."
"Then wait for your descendants to make as much money as Master Hu, hiring people to sing for ghosts can cost a lot of money."
Listening to the words of these Hu family members and looking at the solemn scene in front of him, Li Huowang's heart was slightly settled. This did not look like a situation where something would go wrong.
He slightly sidestepped and leaned to the side of Lv Scholar. "Class Master Lv, you've traveled extensively for so many years in the past, have you encountered more ghosts or the kind of things that beg for sealing?"
"Hmm? What's the matter, isn't this turning out to be the same thing?" Scholar Lu's eyes widened with a very surprised expression.
"How can it be the same. One is what people become after death, and one is ....." Li Huowang said this, not knowing how to explain it.
But what Li Huo Wang could be sure of was that no matter the Great Grandmother that Danyang Zi had brought to refine the pills, and Master You, and even the small-footed woman that night, they were definitely not ghosts, or at least not the ghosts that he remembered.
Right at this moment, the Hu family tablet had already been invited, and Hu Qinghe led a large group of Hu family members towards Scholar Lu's side.
"Scholar Lu, please work harder, that, Ou Liang ah, you bring the others to help Scholar Lu set up the stage."
"Aiya aiya, how embarrassing, Master Hu is really too polite."
"Master Lu Ban, you know the rules of singing opera, when the ancestors come out to watch the opera, the descendants who invited the opera will have to leave and stay at home behind closed doors. I'll still ask you to take care of the ancestral hall here." Elder Hu instructed with a face full of kindness.
"I should, I should. Don't worry, Master Hu, with me here, the ancestral hall will definitely be fine." Scholar Lu patted his chest and said with a firm resolve.
Although no one was watching, Lu Zuoyuan really didn't dare to make any mistakes, if something happened to the ancestral hall, the Hu family could bury the entire Lu Family Class alive.
"And ah, when the opera starts, the living can't talk to the people who sing the opera, so that the ancestors don't feel comfortable listening."
"Just pick something cheerful. The ancestors dreamed that the underworld is too cold and they want to see something festive."
"You don't have to sing all night, after the fifth night, my son will come to take the ancestral tablets home, and you can rest."
Lu Scholar's head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Ai ai ai, Master Hu don't worry, definitely won't break the rules."
With the help of the Hu family, the stage was quickly set up in the ancestral hall, and there were only five people singing on the stage tonight, Luo Xianhua didn't come because women couldn't enter the ancestral hall.
Immediately after Hu Qinghe yelled, the crowd that had just densely watched the show dispersed and went home.
"Clang~clang lift~!" While the Lu family members began to take the stage and sing, Li Huowang stayed backstage and waited.
A little bit of time passed, the entire Wuligang was quiet, the rather large village was plunged into darkness, with only this bit of the ancestral hall having lights.
It was the first time for Li Huowang to sing an opera for the dead, and he pulled open the backstage curtain to look out.
I have to say, it was kinda creepy, the stage was bustling with activity, but there was a dead silence under the stage. There was no applause, only rows and rows of black plaques with names engraved on them, as well as the precious candles and yellow paper between the plaques.
In the Qingfeng Guan in a walk, these scenes still can not scare him, but the Lu family class can not, not a moment's time, the opera singer Lv Lujian forgot several times the words, look at the gong Lv Scholar straight anxious.
But as time passed a little bit, they began to get into the state, it began to smooth out.
In the silence of the night, the sound of the opera went out a long way, carrying a sword Li Huowang accompanied by the sound, sitting in the background and resting his eyes.
Listening to listen, not to mention, some bored Li Huo-wang really heard a trace of flavor, head followed the babbling ah ah ah singing voice shook his head.
In this environment, the second day unknowingly passed, came to the third day.
Li Huowang had also figured out by now that the third watch day was from eleven to one in the morning, the fourth watch day was from one to three, and the fifth watch day was from three to five, and generally after five, the village chickens would be crowing.
He snorted, don't know why, come here he always sleepy more easily than others.
You can't really fall asleep when you're getting paid to do a job, Li Huowang simply put the Heavenly Book in his hand and pondered over it to ease his sleepiness.
In recent times, he would also take it out and study it during the night vigil, but apart from being more certain that it was a scripture that urged people to be good, he gained nothing else.
As he watched, the second watch passed and came to the third watch, and everything was normal in the entire shrine, nothing happened.
Li Huo Wang looked up at the front, to the bronze mirror to change the makeup of Lv Scholar, the heart secretly said: "Lv class master is estimated to heart are now dripping blood it, for no reason less than six silver."
Thinking about it is also right, according to reason it should not be out of anything, this is the Hu Family Ancestral Hall, the younger generation invited the elders to watch the theater, the elders are not likely to smash the scene.
Just when Li Huowang thought that this evening would be just like this, the accident happened, he heard outside the eek eek eek ah ah the sound of the play without warning suddenly stopped.
