Knife splashing

Chapter 578: Yin Nuo Opera

Nie Sangu opened her eyes wide, not missing any details.

This object is three feet tall and is cast from a bronze alloy. The surface is treated with a "black lacquer ancient" patina, which gives it a dark green rust color and feels cold to the touch.

The base is the Netherworld Nine Springs Platform, a three-tier hexagonal Sumeru pedestal with different reliefs of hell on each tier. Six "soul-catching bells" are hung in the air from the hexagonal eaves, and even the bell tongues are made of copper talismans from Chenzhou, western Hunan.

The stage is a yin-yang mirror, divided into two levels.

Most of them are in line with "humans and ghosts on the same stage"...

Nie Sangu watched and pondered.

It's not her fault that she was greedy, the fact is that this thing is too famous.

The reason why the "Ghost Troupe" back then became so famous and even gave the orthodox Xuanmen a headache was because of this treasure.

This thing itself is a magic circle.

When the Netherworld Stage appears, the devil is coming.

Thinking back then, it was very majestic...

However, Aunt Nie soon noticed something was wrong and frowned, wondering, "Isn't it going to take long to refine this treasure?"

"Senior has good eyesight."

Situ Qian endured the pain, slowly sat down and said, "The Netherworld Stage is the foundation of our ghost theater troupe. Unfortunately, there was only one stage at that time."

"The class owner spent ten years, and with the help of a master refiner, he finally refined a few new ones. Each team will carry them."

When Aunt Nie heard this, her eyelids twitched immediately. "How many are there in total?"

Situ Qian smiled faintly and did not answer.

Seeing their appearance, Nie Sangu thought to herself that this ghost troupe had made a comeback and should not be underestimated.

This matter is too big. If it fails, I will probably be hunted down by the imperial court, and I won’t be able to stay in Shu. Maybe I can join the ghost theater troupe in the future.

Thinking of this, Tangyuan Granny Nie Sangu's attitude became more amiable, "The ghost class is indeed extraordinary. If there is a chance, please introduce me to the class owner."

Situ Qian got the hint and smiled immediately, "Of course, you are famous, so the class leader must want to meet you."

They are all experienced veterans and understand each other's meaning.

Situ Qian deliberately revealed the Netherworld Stage with the same intention.

Of the four great masters under the King of Shu, the water ghost craftsman Tian Qiye is dead, the Blood Nuo Master and the Black Sect monk are both foreign races, and the only one who can be won over is Nie Sangu.

After all, the King of Shu would most likely take action against them afterwards.

Situ Qian looked outside the door and with a glance, the actress Bai Qihong, dressed in mourning clothes, went out immediately and stood guard outside to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.

Situ Qian said directly, "Senior Nie, I'm afraid the King of Shu's action this time was not a sudden change of heart. Do you know the inside story?"

Nie Sangu hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I don't know either. The prince is unfathomable. I'm afraid only the Blood Nuo Master Badaiza knows this."

"Hehe...it seems that the prince also doesn't trust you, senior."

Situ Qianyin smiled sadly, then lowered his voice, "I heard something. The treasure house of the Shu Palace has long been emptied and transported to Dujiangyan. They didn't even think about paying us!"

Aunt Nie was shocked and said, "It must be a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

Situ Qian coldly said: "Senior, do you really think it is a misunderstanding?"

Aunt Nie's face also turned gloomy. "Something is indeed wrong. What do you want to do?"

Situ Qian smiled and said, "Just wait for the right time. I have a feeling that the King of Shu will have more troubles than just those in the city."

"Senior, just remember that we can work together, so as not to let others fool you..."

Aunt Nie understood and nodded slightly.

At this moment, they both looked out the door at the same time.

A eunuch in gorgeous clothes hurried into the courtyard with a few people. It was Eunuch Liu, the eunuch in charge of the seal of the palace.

"This servant greets you gentlemen."

Eunuch Liu was very polite and bowed respectfully before speaking, "It's getting late. Everything is ready over there. The prince has instructed that we just kill the person and don't make any noise."

"Ah."

Situ Qian looked out the window and saw that night had fallen. Although it had not snowed, the cold wind in December was getting more and more biting...

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The wind was cold and biting in the dark streets.

There was half a foot of snow on the ground, and rows of icicles on the eaves.

"Put it down..."

"Give orders to those born in the years of the dragon, tiger, and rooster to leave and not approach these two streets. If they die, it has nothing to do with me..."

Situ Qian gave the order in a cold voice, full of yin energy.

Under his command, the soldiers, with their heads covered with black cloth, slowly lowered the heavy stage of the underworld and placed fire pots around it.

All the soldiers whose zodiac signs were taboo were ordered to leave.

Feng Laohai, who was born in the year of the tiger, is also among them.

He followed the soldiers and left. From afar, he saw the shadow of the Netherworld Stage in the firelight. His pupils suddenly shrank and his face was filled with fear.

However, he didn't dare show any abnormality.

He couldn't afford to offend any of these monsters...

Call ~
Beside the Netherworld Stage, braziers were lit one by one.

The spices in the brazier were all some strange roots, mixed with dried bones and some corpse oil.

The green flames flickered, illuminating the surroundings like a ghost cave.

In front of the Netherworld Stage, in addition to the "Ghost Zhong Kui" Situ Qian and the "Dancing Dan in Mourning Clothes" Bai Qihong, there were also several men and women in black, holding various musical instruments, with gloomy faces.

In the distance, there were several warlocks standing.

The leader was none other than Tangyuan Grandma Nie Sangu.

The four great masters under the King of Shu, Master Xue Nuo went to hunt down Cheng Jianxian, Master Tian Qi was dead, and the Black Sect Lama Dorje Zhaxi was working in the palace, so the person who commanded the action could only be Nie Sangu.

Situ Qian was seen holding a compass, circling back and forth in front of the Netherworld Stage, using chicken blood mixed with cinnabar to draw the "Anti-Eight Diagrams" on the ground, and also buried the ashes of the dead and iron nails in several of the array eyes...

"Senior Nie."

Behind Nie Sangu, a sorcerer looked puzzled and couldn't help asking, "We have all heard of the Netherworld Theater, but what is this play about?"

“This is called Yin Nuo Opera.”

Nie Sangu also had a solemn expression on her face. "A hundred years ago, the prefect of Kuizhou destroyed the Yin Nuo altar in Yunyang Laojun Village. At that time, the Kuizhou Prefecture Records recorded that 'the witches who performed Yin Nuo used the name of Zhong Kui to drive away the souls of the living and feed ghosts, which was strictly prohibited by the government.' This is what they were talking about."

"In eastern Sichuan, there is still a saying that goes 'I'd rather listen to ghosts crying than see Yin Nuo'. In Shibaozhai, Zhong County, Chongqing Prefecture, there is still a 'Nuo Iron Stele' that suppresses Yin Nuo opera."

As he spoke, his eyes showed an evil excitement, "You are lucky, you can broaden your horizons tonight."

"Follow me closely then, and don't blame me when you die..."

When others heard this, their scalps went numb.

In their eyes, this Nie Sangu is already a demon. Since they take her so seriously, she must be even more terrifying.

Before I knew it, it was almost midnight.

The ghostly stage stood quietly in the middle of the street, with ghost lights floating around.

At this time, Situ Qian was dressed as Zhong Kui, holding a sword in one hand and a fan in the other, chanting a spell while walking backwards.

"Anti-Tiangang Step..."

Some people in the crowd felt their scalps tingling.

The so-called Anti-Tiangang Step means not following the Xuanmen Step of the Big Dipper, but instead stepping on the six stars of the Southern Dipper.

Using this step will only gather death energy.

At the same time, Situ Qian also shouted:
"It's midnight, open the Yintai!"

Ring ring ring!
On the Netherworld stage, the copper bell of Chenzhou Fu suddenly rang.

Situ Qian waved his big fan, and three paper tablets suddenly danced in the wind and fell in front of the stage. Inscribed on them were the Dharma names of the three Yin generals: "Qishash, Pojun, and Tanlang."

Dangdang Dangdang!
The band members, who were masked with black cloth, immediately started playing gongs and drums.

The "mourning-dress actress" Bai Qihong sang in a mournful tone, waved her sleeves, and sang in front of the ghostly stage.

"Ah~ah~"

"The green lamp in front of the Buddha cannot illuminate the netherworld. There is no door to hell. I will open it with my own hands. Look at me, Lord Yama. I have built a lotus platform in the hungry ghost world~"

The mournful voice pierced the night sky.

When some sorcerers heard this, they felt a surge of anger and resentment in their chests, and their eyes gradually turned blood red.

"Keep calm!" Nie Sangu spoke in time to wake them up.

"This...this is..."

A monk's face was full of disbelief and his voice was trembling.

Aunt Nie turned her head and smiled sinisterly: "Why, have you heard of it?"

The monk swallowed his saliva and said, "It's a reverse reenactment of the Mulian play..."

"Bloody disaster!"

Just as he finished speaking, black mist suddenly gushed out from the Netherworld stage, swirling up and down in the air, and then suddenly burrowed into the ground.

The cold and evil energy spread rapidly.

The snow on the ground was flying around, as if a cold wind was rising from underground.

The strong wind blew up the snow foam, and all the soldiers guarding outside unconsciously used their hands to block it. Their legs were cold and they shivered with cold.

"What the hell are those people doing!"

The captain who had ridiculed Feng Laohai before murmured in dissatisfaction.

"My lord...look!"

Before he finished speaking, the soldier next to him pointed forward tremblingly.

The hundred households looked up and saw white mist rising from the ground surrounding the entire Chengdu government office. In the blink of an eye, it was completely enveloped.

Click!

All the stone lions at the gate of the government office were shattered.

In the thick fog, shadows were vague and mournful cries were heard.

The captain gritted his teeth and said, "Hold still, if anyone comes, shoot!"

At this moment, the divine fire gun in his hand could not give him the slightest sense of security...

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"coming!"

At the moment Situ Qian made his move, Li Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

They were guarding outside the gunpowder magazine.

Taoist Liuyun of Baiyun Temple had also set up the altar, and had several Taoists under him to protect him. Dong Cunshan and others from Bagua Sect were protecting Censor Wang.

There was an old monk beside Censor Wang, who was a wandering monk and served under the Censor.

Hearing the singing coming from the darkness in the distance, the old monk's eyes widened, "Monster, how dare you perform such an evil method?!"

Li Yan frowned slightly, "What kind of play is this?"

The old monk gritted his teeth and said, "It's a reverse rendition of the Mulian opera, which tells the story of how the fourth daughter of the Liu family no longer fell into hell, but became the 'Blood Basin Holy Mother' who commands a hundred thousand hungry ghosts. This is a Yin Nuo opera, which has long been banned. How can anyone still perform it?"

After saying this, the Zen stick in his hand suddenly stopped.

Boom!
Snowflakes were flying all over the ground, and he also chanted Buddhist scriptures.

"Quick, raise the seven-star French flag!"

Taoist Master Baiyun also had a solemn expression on his face and let out a low shout.

The Taoists around took out the Dharma flags from the altar at the same time.

This French flag was also strange. It had the sun, moon and stars embroidered on it. It looked no different from an ordinary French flag, but it was made into the shape of a kite.

There is a kite string connected to the back.

The seven Taoists let go at the same time, and the kite suddenly soared into the sky.

Li Yan could also feel the cold wind rising from the ground, blowing the back of his head cold.

"Oh no, it's Bi Feng!"

Dong Cunshan, who was standing next to him, shouted in a low voice, "Quick, everyone, get closer to the altar!"

Bifeng?!
Li Yan was also surprised when he heard it.

He had heard from Wang Daoxuan that this thing was an evil wind formed by the evil energy between heaven and earth, and was regarded as a calamity by the Xuanmen.

It was also mentioned in "Journey to the West".

Patriarch Bodhi said to the Great Sage, "In another five hundred years, a wind disaster will come upon you. It will be called 'Bifeng' and will enter your six internal organs, pass through your Dantian, penetrate your nine orifices, and your bones and flesh will melt away, and your body will disintegrate."

Although it is a bit exaggerated, it also shows how powerful this trend is.

If a mortal touches it, the soul will be blown away.

Even the Taoist monks would be disturbed from concentrating their minds.

Sure enough, the soldiers who were defending around were blown straight from the soles of their feet to their foreheads by the evil wind rising from the ground. Their eyes went dark and they fell to the ground one after another.

Only Censor Wang, who was protected by Dong Cunshan and the disciples of Bagua Sect, came directly to the altar and escaped the disaster.

Beside the altar, the air was filled with incense and the evil winds no longer raged.

The old monk kept chanting scriptures to fight against the noise outside.

"Don't be so arrogant!"

Taoist Bai Yun looked grim. He waved his magic sword, stepped on the steps, pinched his fingers and chanted a spell, "The origin of heaven is one, yin and yang are not separated, they mix and rise and fall, and the upper and lower parts interact... Make it invisible to people and inaudible to gods. Hurry up and obey the command!"

After the curse, the peach wood magic sword suddenly slapped.

On the square table on the altar, there were several bowls of grains.

Wow!
The grains seemed to be stirred by some force.

The evil winds around gradually subsided.

Tai Shang Liu Ren Yin Fu Jing?
Li Yan was a little surprised. This was the magical method of Shangqing Cave. It was rumored to have been passed down from Guiguzi and was very famous.

No wonder this old Taoist dares to be so arrogant.

"Master Jinghai, quickly enter the formation!"

Taoist Baiyun took the opportunity to shout to the old monk in the distance.

The old monk chanted sutras to counter the Yin Nuo opera and helped them buy time, otherwise more people would have been affected.

Who knew that before he finished speaking, the woman's opera voice could be heard again in the night sky.

"Namo Ami--bah!"

"A golden bowl cannot hold the suffering of all living beings, and a Zen staff cannot resist the withered bones. Today I will smash the plaque of Lingshan Mountain, and light the incense of resurrection with my mother..."

puff!
The old monk's face turned pale and he vomited blood. He stumbled back a few steps and almost fell down.

This opera singing style actually directly restrains Buddhism.

The old monk was obviously also tricked. His eyes turned bloodshot and he laughed wildly, "Hundreds of ghosts are carrying a sedan chair to take me away!"

"Hahaha…"

With crazy laughter, he rushed directly into the thick fog.

Before anyone could react, the fog around them suddenly became much thicker, and it was completely dark, so dark that even the lanterns in the distance could not be seen.

The Beifeng wind started to blow again, and strong winds were howling all around.

Only the flags in the hands of the seven Taoists were still floating in the air, emitting a faint glow, like the Big Dipper.

No matter howling the evil wind, it is always difficult to get close to the altar.

However, Taoist Bai Yun looked a little bitter, "Your Excellency, I am arrogant. I am afraid that I can only break through today."

"This is the ghost troupe's underworld stage. The other side is singing the Yin Nuo opera "Mulian Saves His Mother". Then the three Yin generals entered the battle to chase and kill, and the old Taoist couldn't stop them."

"If you invite the 'Bloody Madonna', you will all die!"

Wang Yushi was very calm at this moment. "We are still surrounded by the garrison troops outside, and there are evil people using evil magic. How can we break out?"

Taoist Bai Yun said in a deep voice: "We have fallen into the Netherworld Stage Array. The array follows people, and the evil wind blows, which can allow you to break out."

Then he pointed to the sky, "Quick, follow the Big Dipper!"

Wang Yushi was stunned, "Master, you..."

Taoist Bai Yun said in a deep voice: "I must protect the altar. As long as the altar does not fall, the Seven Stars will be there. Let's go!"

"go!"

Censor Wang gritted his teeth and ordered everyone to break out.

Sure enough, as they moved forward, the black fog around them moved rapidly, and the altar behind them disappeared.

In the darkness, only the Big Dipper twinkles...

(End of this chapter)