Zhang Wenhai was stunned for a long time. The audience booed several times before he licked his lips and said, "How about I recognize you as my godson, forget it if you die."

"Ah?" He Xiangdong screamed.

"Wu" the audience was about to laugh crazy, neither of them was a good bird.

He Xiangdong was almost speechless, shook his head helplessly, pointed at Zhang Wenhai and said to the audience: "You all see, how bad this old guy is."

Zhang Wenhai glared at his eyes and cursed: "I'm still bad? Oh, good guy, who just made our family have to make a fuss? Besides, why do you have to do it? Can't you die in your family?"

He Xiangdong was unhappy and cursed back: "Nonsense, I am a funny guy, you are a supporting guy, if you die, your family will die."

The audience was also shocked by He Xiangdong's powerful logic.

Zhang Wenhai gave him a thumbs up: "You are amazing, you are really amazing."

He Xiangdong urged, "Speak quickly, your family must die, otherwise I can't read this scripture, I don't care. The key is that the audience is not happy, they have spent money. Right?"

He Xiangdong has started to hook up with the audience again. The audience is also watching the fun without bothering, and they all started to cheer: "Yes"

He Xiangdong said proudly to Zhang Wenhai: "See, this is the people's heart, this is the people's opinion."

Zhang Wenhai couldn't speak anymore.

He Xiangdong said again: "What I fear the most now is that the audience wants to refund the tickets. Wanyi really wants to refund the tickets. What do you think we should do."

Zhang Wenhai was going crazy. Isn’t this guy obviously seducing people? As expected, the audience was excited when they heard this. Everyone was shouting for refunds in unison. That momentum could scare people to death.

The colleagues in the Yijiao were also stunned. Gao Junsheng was acting in a drama, and the drama stage was quite serious. When did he see the audience shouting for refunds in unison? This thing was too scary. He swallowed his saliva and said, "This person is really not afraid."

Zhu Xiaotao is an Errenzhuan artist, Errenzhuan is also a traditional folk art. He is also an artist in the traditional folk art industry. Although there is almost no crosstalk among the people now, he still has a good understanding of the tricks here.

He said to Gao Junsheng: "They like to make fun of crosstalk like this. Those who say crosstalk should not be afraid of the audience making fun of them. You have to be able to suppress the audience and make the audience making fun of them more and more lively. Of course, not everyone dares to play like this. Yi must have people with real skills, otherwise he will be forced to be taken down by the audience."

Zhang Yunji thoughtfully and said, "So what you mean is this person who is really capable?"

Zhu Xiaotao looked at He Xiangdong on the stage, and then looked at the excited audience. He said, "I'm afraid he can't do this. Look at the audience's reaction, can't he really hold so many people?"

Zhang Yunji nodded.

On the stage, He Xiangdong was still behaved when he got the cheaper, and said to Zhang Wenhai: "Look at what to do, I can't control it anyway."

Zhang Wenhai was also broken and could only say, "Okay, it's up to you."

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "Then, who will die in your family?"

Zhang Wenhai waved his hand and said, "Don't let my family go, just Fan Wenquan Lao Fan, he will die. I will recognize him as my godson now. I will come to send a white man to black man today."

He Xiangdong shouted: "Wow, you are still bad."

The audience was laughing too.

Zhang Wenhai said kindly: "Hi, this is all learned from you."

In fact, they had never discussed these words, and they all came on the spot. They only discussed the matter of getting into the job. He Xiangdong did not expect that Zhang Wenhai would come to say this. He was also amused and crying. This old man was too bad.

He Xiangdong could only say, "Okay, your son is dead today."

Zhang Wenhai covered his face with his hands and cried, "My son, my son."

He Xiangdong shook his head and smiled: "It's a good thing that I, Master Fan, didn't see it, otherwise I'd come and have a lifelong life with you now."

Zhang Wenhai urged: "Then you should be quicker. Now the dead person has been chosen. You should recite your sutra quickly."

He Xiangdong said: "I can't even read it, I have to dress you up."

As he said that, He Xiangdong picked up the white handkerchief on the table and wrapped it on Zhang Wenhai's head. It looked like he was attending a funeral.

Zhang Wenhai was unhappy: "Where is my dead son? I still wear a filial piety hat?"

He Xiangdong said: "We are just doing the same thing, mainly to let everyone see how I recite the scriptures."

Zhang Wenhai didn't want to waste time, so he waved his hand and said, "You can read it quickly. If you don't read it, Lao Fan will come out to hit someone."

He Xiangdong raised his head and smiled. This performance was really casual and joyful, and it was not a routine, but the effect was really good, and the audience responded very well.

He Xiangdong was no longer vague. He closed his eyes slightly, and the old god was reciting the sutra: "The temple was accomplished, and the relief was about to be completed. The master of the veterinary school was pious and burned incense and worshipped. The people of the sea came down to the altar and all raised the holy name."

Zhang Wenhai said in surprise: "Wow, it sounds like chanting scriptures."

The audience was also surprised. It was rare to see He Xiangdong look so serious, but what he learned just now was really similar. His pronunciation and tone were very similar to the old Taoist practice, and he had a bit of mysterious meaning.

He Xiangdong pretended to be a charlatan, but he really looked a little bit: "The sea of ​​suffering is surging and evil, and it is charming and unconscious. People do not recite Amitabha, and they will walk in vain. Looking closer to the mountains, listening carefully to the silent water, the flowers are still there, and people are not surprised when they come."

Zhang Wenhai was stunned: "There are still poems?"

He Xiangdong said again: "In the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the geese fly south, and the roar and the sound of sadness. The geese will come back a day, and the dead souls will not return."

Zhang Wenhai nodded and praised, "Yes, it's really a praising for the dead."

No one laughed at He Xiangdongmu's quietness, and everyone looked at He Xiangdong on the stage seriously.

After He Xiangdong paused, he sang: "He came to the ghost gate, ghost gate, ghost gate, the dead soul will not cry in both eyes. My Buddha, Tathagata, Mami, Mami, Mami."

Zhang Wenhai gave a thumbs up and said, "Okay."

The audience also applauded vigorously. Although this scripture was read for the dead, he sang it really well. The colleagues in the yijiao were also shocked by He Xiangdong's singing skills, especially Zhu Xiaotao. The traditional 2-man song is actually a sing-oriented musical art, and he also pays great attention to singing skills. He immediately heard the excellence of He Xiangdong's voice, and his face was filled with surprise.

He Xiangdong didn't care about the reaction below on the stage, and continued to pretend to be a ghost and sang: "The next day I came to the song hall, did you make a mistake in your life, and went to the sea to dance for life, dancers are also human beings, who do you tell me the pain in your heart?"

"Ah?" Zhang Wenhai screamed in shock. It will not be continued.
Chapter completed!