Because Wu Cailuan came to Xingyuan Yin’s official residence to stay, Lu also recognized her.

After a few greetings, Cai Luan looked at Lu's eyes several times, and said, "Master, I also know some facial skills. Looking at the wife's house, your family doesn't know if it should be a happy event or a happy event?"

Lu thought to himself why so many people wanted to show me my appearance today! But it was not easy to disobey Master Cai Luan's intentions, so he asked how to have a happy event and how to not have a happy event.

"Happy events are the long-lasting blessings of the descendants of the wife." Cai Luan said.

"What about the unhappy event?"

"I don't like something, but I seem to be in love with you." Cai Luan blurted out.

As soon as these words came out, Lu's face changed, and Cixi was furious, "What crazy words do you say, a female Taoist priest? Madam is the Upoyi of My Nishi Temple. She is no longer in line with the common sense of lust. Where did you say something unhappy?"

So the honest Cailuan master was bored and hurriedly said that he was talking nonsense, so he could be careful to say goodbye. He hurriedly carried his luggage and walked towards Xingyuan Mansion with his green hemp shoes.

Before we could walk two miles away, we saw a village where villagers were scattered in the fields to work. Next to the newly completed Huguo Temple Temple temple, there was a courtyard, and a group of young children were all sitting on the mat in the courtyard, making a sound.

Cai Luan was also tired from walking. Seeing a "cooked water shop" under the thick shade of mulberry trees by the rural road, two or three thatched cottages, a soil stove, and a few stools, she sat down, saying a bowl of cooked water and two pieces of flower-cutting snacks, and after saying that she would discharge ten coins.

Drinking ripe water was originally recommended by Xingyuanyin to mix rice and wheat. Under his instigation, the households began to collect wheat straw and stew, and burned ripe water to drink. Now it has become a trend. Therefore, there are ripe water shops at every distance of the road, which are intersected with the inn.

"Brother-in-law, what are the children doing in this courtyard?" Wu Cailuan drank cooked water in big mouthfuls, and said happily. Then, biting the cleaver belly, he asked the old man who was cooking cooked water.

"This is called Puzhifang, which is set up by Master Mingxuan, the head of Huguo Temple. As long as the village and community have some money to give, children can go in to learn to read and study."

"Good thing, good thing. Are you learning Buddhist scriptures?" Wu Cailuan sighed.

"It is said that children can first learn some essays, and then they can teach subjects."

"What are the subjects?"

"What is the agricultural science and mathematics, which teaches people to plant trees, livestock, seedlings, and financial planning... Alas, it has not become a climate yet, so children only learn to change their writing in it."

"Is it easy to learn about changing literature?"

"We are interested in learning, and many children who are changing their literature like it. Even when we have free time, we like to go to the temple to listen to monks talking about changing literature, such as foals crossing the river, Mulian saving their mother, Su Wu shepherds sheep, Zhaojun going out of the frontier, and Nanyang Gong's shoulder pole, which sounds nice."

"Zhaojun goes out of the frontier?"

"Yes, as soon as the sentence 'When the scroll opens, I was almost crying. If the country is not peaceful, Hu people will all come to oppress us. What a good girl Zhaojun, she left the north of the border. The master, it's not that I said to you, you Taoist priests all traveled around to refine elixirs and became one person and became an immortal. How could they be better than monks singing a change of essays and saving all living beings!"

Wu Cailuan said this and felt a little embarrassed. She thought to herself that when I was in Hongzhou, I was singing and dancing with the villagers. But now it is still important to go back to Xingyuan Mansion, so she got up and said goodbye to her father-in-law who was burning water, and continued on the road.

As a result, in the afternoon, when I arrived at the most prosperous Hanyin Wharf in Xingyuan Prefecture City, I saw a bustling grass market, where hundreds of thousands of people gathered here, and the monks who were watching the top names of the Hunguo Temple were singing the essays there.

At the top of the city is the Tianhan Tower with double eaves and flying corners, and on the river are thousands of ships traveling. Many people on the streets on the shore are carrying chariots full of various goods, shouting and avoiding them. Cailuan took a lot of effort to squeeze through the crowd and come to the stage where she sang and changed her mind.

After all, listening to change and watching the military exercises of the big court in Tianhan Tower is the happiest thing for the people.

There were rows of straw huts under the stage, and the viewers were like clouds and rain. The rich people in the city were sitting on eaves, while the civilians sat on stools or mats. The peddlers were shuttled through the crowd, selling pastries and cooked water, and some sold soy wine and all kinds of fun. Many rich girls held various "Gaomi Gong" (paper umbrellas), graceful and graceful, competing for beauty. This is a new thing in Xingyuan Mansion. It is said that the most beautiful one is in the hands of Mrs. Da Yin and his wife and sister, and the second-class beautiful one is in the hands of Da Yin's concubine, and even the maids of Da Yin's family are shared.

Look, the iconic Gaomi Gong hangs the mat next to the best position below the stage.

This was exactly what Zhihui hanged. Cai Luan saw that she was familiar with her at first sight, so she screamed.

"Master, it's Master!" Jing'er's eyes were sharp-eyed and he first saw Wu Cailuan rushing here.

Everyone enthusiastically welcomed the refiner into the seat, "Sing Changes, Sing Changes." Cai Luan is a Taoist refiner, but after sitting down, she was even more excited than Jing'er. She hugged Jing'er into her knees, and then muttered this sentence repeatedly while wiping the sweat on her forehead.

This was the first time she heard this.

At this time, the audience was full of exclamation, and Wu Cailuan also shouted:

The curtain on the stage was uncovered, and a huge painting was revealed, which was the scene of the eighteen levels of Hell in the Senluo.

Then the girls in the audience screamed in fear one after another, and the painting was covered with blood. Some of the ghosts who went to hell were pulled out, some were cut in half, some were ground by mills, and some were put into the oil pan, making them look like a terrifying "Hell Change".

"No, no, no, no, no, no." Wu Cailuan comforted Jing'er, while her teeth were clattering.

Then there was another cheer. Several monks, one of whom was carrying a lifelike wooden carving (puppet puppet) in his hand, walked from behind the scenes to the painting. This was called "disguised form".

Then wood carvings are the characters in the text. The monks "dubbed" these characters respectively. There is also the monk who looks the most handsome, who is responsible for narration.

"What is that, what is that?" Cai Luan asked Jing'er for advice at this time.

Because Huguo Temple comes to Xingyuan Prefecture City every month to sing changes, he is very familiar with the previous love story. He pointed to the colorful wood carving wearing a monk's robes and said, "That's Mulian. He got the Buddha's tin staff and came to hell to save his mother!"

There is also a wooden carving wearing golden armor and a hideous face, which is actually said to be the Five Generals.

There is also a wooden carving dressed by a white and fat civil servant, who is actually said to be the chief official of the Five Generals.

At this time, I heard Mulian on the stage swing several times, and then "speak" to the five generals: "Ask me about Mrs. Qingti."

The five generals also swung twice and asked the officials around them: "Do you want to see Mrs. Yiqingti?"

The Duguan said, "Answer", Mrs. Qingti was sent to Avici Hell three years ago and is suffering there.

As soon as these words came out, the audience members sighed and changed their color.

At this time, Mulian sighed and said that I was going to hell to find my mother!

The crying from the audience continued to move.

Wu Cailuan was also immediately attracted. She was full of concern. How could Mulian go to hell to save her mother?

Suddenly, the drums, gongs and flutes on the stage sounded in unison, which scared Wu Cailuan:

Then a group of monks suddenly started singing together!
Chapter completed!