MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 153 Ancestor worship

Ning Ning's eyes flickered and he asked, "... can I still believe you?"

"Of course, how could I lie to you?" The village head swears and swears, saying a lot of comforting words, but Ning Ning is not waiting for his answer.

She glanced over his shoulder and looked at the Tsing Yi brother behind him.

"Of course you can trust me." There was a gentle laugh under the mask, "... after all, I'm just such a granddaughter."

Although there had been speculations in her heart, Ning Ning couldn't help it when she got this answer.

"I should have loved you more. I taught you to walk with your hands. I looked at the rapeseed field on my shoulders. Unfortunately, I became a masker early." Brother Tsing Yi laughed, "... but even if I became a mask People, I ca n’t let you go. "

After speaking, he went round to the village chief.

The village chief was still rushing, and Ning Qing suddenly reached out and pinched his beard—a pull.

"Ouch!" The village chief screamed in pain, the door behind him opened, and his two sons rushed in from outside: "Dad, what happened?"

"It's okay, it's okay." The village chief pinched his beard and then stayed blank.

There was a shout from the opposite side, I don't know if it was the wind, or someone pouted and sighed.

A handful of beards hurled towards him, blowing on his face, and also on his two sons. The two sons raised their hands and wiped their faces. They felt inexplicable, but the village head turned blue.

He suddenly turned and ran. The two sons behind him looked at each other in doubt, hurried to catch up, and the one who came out locked the door with his backhand.

Chased to the living room and saw that the village chief was pouring water with a fat teapot.

There were not a few drops of water in the glass, but the table was filled with half a table, and the tea kept dripping down the corner of the table.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" The older son took the teapot and poured water for him.

The village head was held down by another son, shaking his hand to take the tea cup, took two sips, and said, "There is one more person in the house."

The two sons looked at each other and laughed together, "Dad, have you been too tired recently?"

The village head raised his hand and wiped his face, then looked down at the white beards in the palm of his hand and murmured, "I was just in the room, I was talking, and suddenly I was pulled out by a lot of beards ..."

"Ningning did?" The eldest son frowned. "Is this too much? You are her elder."

"Not her." The head of the village still looked down at the palm of his hand, and whispered, "Not her, who would it be?"

He suddenly looked up at the two sons, his eyes glowing strangely: "It's Ning Qing."

As soon as the words fell, the night owl was crying outside, and the three of them shook at the same time. Under the light, everyone's face turned white.

"How is this possible? He's been dead for so long, ha ha ha ha ..." The younger boy smiled reluctantly, trying to activate the present atmosphere with a big laugh.

The eldest son cut off his laughter: "What if he becomes a masked man?"

The laughter came to an abrupt end, and everyone was silent.

"... No," the village chief said suddenly, "there is a gatekeeper who cannot come out, and besides ..."

He held his younger son's hand, stood up trembling, walked slowly to the window, and pushed the window to look.

People are still quiet in the middle of the night. Usually this time, the village is quiet and there is no dog barking. Today it is uncharacteristic. Everyone is on. The streets are full of people. The dogs that smell the strangeness keep calling. , All because of tomorrow's ancestor worship ceremony excitedly can not sleep.

"... Even if he comes back as a masked person, will the ancestor worship ceremony not be held tomorrow?" The village chief murmured, "then he doesn't need to do anything at all, the group of people below can feed us raw. It's ... "

Overnight.

The next day, the weather was fine and there was no wind or cloud. It was a good day to worship the ancestors.

There were people everywhere from the village chief's doorstep, and there was almost no place to stay on the road. Everyone was excited, and a mother stroked the child's head: "Relax, you will be admitted to Peking University this time."

The former lottery winner, now the poor light egg is calling his ex-girlfriend: "Little beauty, if I hit the big lotto again, can you come back to me?"

A celebrity who always appeared on the television sat alone in the car, before the sacrifice had begun, opened a small book, which was full of the personnel changes of the past ten years, he turned a page, recited with words .

Longing for change, longing for a comeback, longing for further ... the hopes of countless people are pinned here, behind the door in front of them.

With a squeak, the door opened.

The village head came out with a cane, wearing a new coat with a blessing pattern on his body, a mask of a long-lived monkey with a wood-carved beard hanging from his mask, and a white beard hanging from his jaw. Slow Taking a slow look around the doorway, he suddenly turned to reveal the mask behind him.

Fangs on all sides, terrifying.

"Welcome the landlord!" The village chief yelled.

"Welcome the landlord!" The mother shouted, holding her son. "Welcome to the landlord!" Shouted the former lottery winner. "... It's finally here." The celebrity sighed, closed the book and walked out of the car.

The dropped mask slowly lifted up, revealing a pair of cold eyes.

From left to right, those eyes slowly looked around, looking at the frantic faces in front of them, and then snorted.

"Let's go, the landlord." The village chief made a gesture of enthusiasm. The two women with masks immediately walked behind Ning Ning, holding her hands left and right, but Ning Ning's shoulders shook, shaking them off. Hand, saying, "I'll go by myself."

She lifted her foot across the threshold, a golden bell rang on her ankle, and a red dress dragged behind her, step by step, and the prisoner walked towards the shrine.

The stage in front of the shrine has been repaired.

The stage was empty, and there were neatly carved chairs under the stage.

The masked man came and went between the chairs, and at first glance, it was strikingly similar to the cinema of life.

The play didn't start that fast. A group of people worshiped in the ancestral hall. After the fuming white smoke, the ancestral tablets were erected with the names written one after another. The village chief introduced them one by one: "This is the ancestor of our family During the Qing Dynasty, she was a third-ranking official, and her daughter went into the palace to be a mother-in-law. "" This is the old lady of the Wu family, and the wealthy party in the Republic of China. "" This is ... "

After the incense, the village chief led the crowd and bowed down and said, "Blessing from our ancestors, the incense from Ningjia Village will last forever, Yuxiu from generation to generation ..."

Everyone worshiped, only Ning Ning didn't worship. Everyone looked at her strangely. She looked around and asked, "Why didn't you see my ancestor?"

"Here, here." The village chief led her to the corner, the dusty place, and erected several tablets solitary. There were incenses in front of the other tablets. Only the incense burners were empty in front of these tablets. The inside was empty. ,Nothing at all.

"What did they do?" Ningning asked, "being an official or being a maid in the palace?"

"Nothing," said the village chief. "The Ning family is indifferent, and will grow old in the village ..."

"That's weird." Ning Ning interrupted him and looked at the incompatible tablet next to him. "Everyone's ancestors were rushing outside, and the last one was returned to hometown. Only my ancestors died in their hometown?"

"Everyone has his own aspirations," the village chief explained. "Not everyone likes to go outside."

Ning Ning looked at him for a while, and said lightly, "Everyone is dead. Whatever you say."

The village chief did not have an attack on the spot, but after Ning Ning went out, his eyes signaled to the eldest son to come over, and he lowered his voice and said, "Speak to Ning Yuren and ask her to prepare."

The eldest son was surprised: "Ning Yuren? She is simply not qualified to be the landlord. Didn't the people from the Li family say that? She has already entered the cinema of life, and her body has shown signs of decline. Bacheng is about to change. It has become a masked person. Such a person ... cannot be regarded as a living person. He is already half dead. "

"At least she's obedient." The village chief stared at Ning Ning's back. "I have an ominous premonition in my heart. If nothing happens, if something happens ... there is always a spare."

Beating the gongs and drums, Pipa Suona.

After the ancestor sacrifice was over, it was a banquet. A table with a running table was already prepared. The best table belonged to Ning Ning. The chopsticks didn't need to be moved. People nearby rushed to give her food and even fed her.

Ning Ning waved her hand, signaled that she didn't need it, but shouted at one of them, and smiled, "You are so familiar with them, is it possible that your ancestors are also people in this village?"

Li Boyue turned back and smiled at her: "It's really true."

A group of masked children passed by him, and heard their conversation. One of them stopped and looked up and said, "It was originally, I heard my father said, you are from the Li family, you are a ghost killer."

The other children shouted at him in front, and he quickly left the two and ran away.

Ning Ning stared at Li Boyue, Li Boyue shrugged: "... My dad seems to be from this village. He has a friend named Pei Xuan, and the two of them study some Shinto things day and night. What is a movie theater? , The theater of life, the gatekeeper, the masker ... As a result of research, Pei Xuan stole my dad's mask and ran to his hometown to impersonate him. "

Ning Ning noticed that he was not wearing a mask.

Among the masked people, he seemed out of place, and from time to time someone came to remind him that he was annoyed, so he reluctantly took the mask out of the briefcase, put it on his head, and followed the rules. Contrast with those who wear masks even more incompatible.

"Don't you believe in a movie theater?" Ningning asked.

"... only my dad and Pei Xuan take these things seriously." Li Boyue disapproved. "Oh no, now it seems that many people take this seriously ... including your mother."

Ning Ning lowered her head and blinked.

"Don't believe it?" She asked, looking up.

"I don't believe it." Li Boyue flipped down the mask on his head, covered his face, and mocked. "I'd like to see where there are ghosts. Really, I, the killer, is responsible for killing them."

Ning Ning looked away and looked at the villagers singing and dancing in front of me, thinking: Ghosts are not like this.

Isn't a ghost in this group of people?

"It's early." The village chief stood up with a glass of wine. "Everyone drinks this glass of wine and then goes to the stage together!"

"Oh!!!"

The crowd waited for this sentence for a long time, and all of them sat upright, drinking a glass of wine, and then someone lowered the cup, someone smashed the cup boldly, left the wine left in front of them, and walked towards the stage.

Those wearing yin and yang masks were wearing musical instruments on their bodies. They were the musicians of the play, sitting or standing around the stage.

Most of the people without masks were guests under the stage. They took their seats one by one, filled all the seats, and turned their heads together.

A group of people wearing masks in various forms, dressed in white, growing up in a string, walking neatly around them, one by one on the stage, and at their pace, cymbals-drummers patted their hands on the drums On the sound of thunder, 咚, 咚, 咚.

"The Theatre of Life" has begun.

Hey, hey, hey.

Ning Ning looked up at the sky: "Hey, it's really going to be thunder."

The weather was just so good just now, but now, suddenly, the wind and clouds suddenly swept, and a large black cloud swept over, covering the sky. The eldest son came to the village chief's ear and asked, "What should I do?"

The village chief looked up at the sky and shook his head: "Continue."

So in the fierce wind, the drummer continued to pat the drum, cymbals, cymbals, and accompanied by the sound of the drum, the twelve dancers kneeled in the direction of Ning Ning, their hands slowly toward the sky, and their foreheads slowly The earth seems to beg for heaven, and it is pity for the earth.

"Ah-" A woman suddenly straightened her head and sang an old and wild song from her throat.

Accompanied by the song, the twelve dancers were about to rise from the ground. As a result, their heads were lifted and they were all holding together.

Da da da……

A pair of feet came towards them.

A mask looked down at them.

Fangs on all sides, terrifying.

It's Ningning!

The singing ceased, the dancers looked at each other, the audience whispered, the village head frowned, and said to the eldest son beside him, "What's going on, you can't see anyone, and quickly pull her down ... wait."

Ning Ning did not destroy the ancestor ritual ceremony. She just stood on the stage with one hand behind her, and the other hand made a come gesture to the twelve dancers, and then turned and left, regardless of whether they followed or not. On the way, I stepped out of the stage first, sat back in the seat, held up the mask cheek with one hand, and watched the play again.

The eldest son was relieved: "I'll show someone to watch her, don't run around everywhere."

One hand clenched his wrist, he looked down and saw the village head staring at the stage.

"Who taught her?" The village chief's voice gave a hint of fear. "How could she dance this dance?"

The eldest son froze for a moment, looking towards Ningning.

Apart from him, many people's attention is not on the stage, but on Ning Ning, especially those in the village, the young people have not seen the full version of the dance, most of them have heard it in the description of their elders ... I heard that in the version of the Ning family that the Ning family was still in, the country broke their home and the people left. The owner of the twelve people asked that they should not be every day and that the land was not working. Do they want to go with themselves.

This young man claims to be the landlord and the master of the theater of life.

At first, he didn't take the life and death of this group of people too much, but just helped them, just like throwing roots and driftwood to ants in the water and throwing a **** to a starving puppy.

Casually like Ningning at the moment.

Only on the stage for a moment, and then returned to the chair, with one hand on his cheek, looking high.

But she did not leave the stage.

The mask man on the stage, the mask man on the stage, the man on the stage, and the man on the stage, outsiders do n’t know. The puppet dance called "Life Theatre" actually includes the stage and the stage. everyone.

The whole village is a stage.

"Who told her to do this?" An old man looked at Ning Ning's direction and asked gently.

Ning Ning sat silently in a chair.

"Come on." An invisible person stood next to her, smiled at her, and said to the audience, "Beginning with the Ning family, ending with the Ning family ... let's end the" House of Life. "