Zhang Xiaowen stood up abruptly and said excitedly to the old folks: "I thought about it, I thought about it. Just now, the middle-aged uncle said a drama while telling a story, and I saw the female ghost on the day In the evening, the female ghost also sang a piece of drama, the two words are similar, but they are different!
Looking at Zhang Xiaowen's excitement, the old man knew that there must be some clues hidden in these two dramas, so he stood up: "Oh? Tell me what is different!"
"The first two sentences of the two verses are the same. They are both "burning Hongshan Temple, rebuilding Longquan Temple, the empress has been wronged white, and the prince has returned to the court." But the third sentence of the middle-aged uncle is "harming others and destroying oneself, Xi Gong Niangniang hurts.' And the female ghost sings "Monk pity Niangniang, who pity me Erlang!" The difference between these two sentences is too big. There are only two possibilities. One is that these two dramas are in this play. They were only sung at different times; second, the original drama lyrics did not sing the female ghost's voice, so the female ghost changed the drama!" Zhang Xiaowen finished, looking at the old-fashioned excitedly.
The old man also understood what Zhang Xiaowen meant, and followed Zhang Xiaowen's words and said: "However, when the ancients wrote dramas, there were few repeated sentences, so the second possibility is very high!"
Zhang Xiaowen nodded vigorously: "Yes, now as long as we find someone who can sing this play and sing for us, we will know what the situation is!"
The two men thought of the middle-aged, so they turned around and returned to the middle-aged home.
The middle-aged man was watching TV with his grandson. He was slightly surprised to see the two of them: "Did you think of a way so quickly?"
Zhang Xiaowen shook his head and said: "No, but thinking of something, I want to ask you clearly, you said that the story of your village was compiled into opera, then you can sing?"
The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes." Then he looked at Zhang Xiaowen blankly.
After receiving a positive answer from the middle-aged man, Zhang Xiaowen looked at the old-fashioned and couldn't help but laughed: "Great, I ask you if there is this phrase in this play, "Burn Hongshan Temple and rebuild Longquan Temple." , Niangniang was wronged, the prince still Chaogang, and the monk has mercy on Niangniang, who will show mercy to my son!'"
Zhang Xiaowen read the drama sung by the female ghost once, and was waiting for the middle-aged man to answer. The door of the house behind him was pushed open. Before Zhang Xiaowen could look back, he saw the middle-aged wrinkle. He frowned, and grinned: "Uncle? Why are you here!"
Zhang Xiaowen and Lao Tu turned their heads, and the old man who had been drinking soup on the street was standing at the door of the house. He heard what the middle-aged man said, but did not answer. Instead, his eyes widened, staring at Zhang Xiaowen and asking: "Where did you hear the drama you just said?"
Zhang Xiaowen looked at the old man’s questioning look, and thought to himself: It’s still not clear what the old man meant, and when he was on the street, the old man obviously didn’t want to tell the haunting things in Prince Zhuang, so he couldn’t be stupid. All speak out. Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaowen said to the old man: "Naturally I heard it from the opera singer!"
Hearing Zhang Xiaowen’s answer, the old man was taken aback, and then understood that Zhang Xiaowen was not telling the truth. He walked in with his hands behind his back, and sat on the sofa unceremoniously, and said to the middle-aged man without his head: Tell me about your intention to invite the two gentlemen here!"
The middle-aged man was obviously in awe of the old man, and honestly replied: "Uncle, listen to me to explain that these two gentlemen have real skills. They went to the theater last night and almost conquered the ghost! Uncle, don't you want to eliminate this female ghost? Even if you don't want to, you have to think about the descendants of our Wang family, and you have to think about the others in Taizizhuang!"
The old man sighed: "Oh! You think I don't want to say it, don't you? How many ways I have thought of in those years, how many high-level people have been hired, but which time did not end in failure? Do you think this female ghost is easy to deal with? Tell you In the early years, I hired no less than 10 experts, and each of them vowed to get rid of this female ghost, but anyone who went to that place at night never came back!"
After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Lao Tu and Zhang Xiaowen, and the latter paragraph was clearly meant for them.
As soon as Zhang Xiaowen heard it, a puff of blood rushed into his head. This old man obviously looked down upon the old man and himself! Zhang Xiaowen raised his chin and snorted coldly: "I'm really sorry, I saw the female ghost in the theater last night. Didn't you ask me where the drama came from? Let me tell you. That female ghost sang it to me!"
Hearing what Zhang Xiaowen said, the old man stood up abruptly: "Have you really seen that female ghost?"
Zhang Xiaowen nodded without hesitation. Seeing Zhang Xiaowen's affirmation, the old man was deeply moved, and finally met an expert! The old man put away the appearance of being turned away, and sincerely bowed to the old folk and Zhang Xiaowen. The old man took a look and quickly stopped the old man: "Brother, what are you doing now?"
The old man held the old-fashioned hand and said with some excitement: "Whether the two of you can get rid of this female ghost, you will be worshipped by me first! But I vilified the front, this female ghost has been entrenched here for at least a thousand years. How sure can you two get rid of this female ghost?"
"Let's tell you, brother, we don't have full confidence, but the more information we know about female ghosts, the greater our confidence!" The old man looked at the old man and said firmly.
After receiving the old-fashioned answer, the old man looked at the middle-aged man, and asked to the old-fashioned: "Has Geyu already told you the story of our village?"
Lao Tu nodded: "Yes, but we think there are some doubts in this story, and there is no evidence that this female ghost is the Niang Niang Niang, so we still want to know more clues!"
The old man sighed: "Oh! I know the meaning of the drama that this little brother asked just now!"
The three people present were all startled when they heard it. The old man actually knew the meaning of this drama. Could it be that the old man knew more inside stories
The middle-aged man reacted the most, and he directly asked the old man: "Da Bai, isn't this drama hot in Hongshan Temple? You?"
The old man waved his hand, interrupting the middle-aged man’s question, and said leisurely: “It’s because I know that this drama is not an excerpt from the drama, so I’m surprised, because people who can understand this drama, except in this world I guess there will be no second one!"
The words of the old man made the hearts of the three people even more curious. What is the secret? The three of them were silent, waiting for the old man to continue speaking. The old man looked at the three of them, then pointed out the door and said, "Go, follow me to the Wang Family Shrine. I will tell you everything I know. Hey, follow along, I will give you the seat of the head of the royal family today!" (End of this chapter)