A master of comedy!

In the video, he saw a face that was both strange and familiar, and he was instantly shocked, as if struck by lightning.

He was a man with graying temples and rough skin, which was somewhat dark from being exposed to the sun frequently.

Silent, reserved, and unassuming.

Under the scorching sun, he was carrying heavy goods, and large beads of sweat fell to the ground and shattered into eight pieces.

That was Zhou Sheng's father, his father on Earth, an ordinary truck driver.

Looking towards my hometown from the Terrace of Longing, I see my loved ones.

Zhou Sheng thought he would see his master and the others, but he never expected to see his close relatives from his past life.

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his eyes instantly welled up with tears, and a flood of gradually forgotten memories rushed back.

The scene shifts, and he sees a middle-aged woman with a gentle demeanor, wearing an apron, chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

As the washing machine hummed, chopped scallions fell into the hot oil, sizzling as they did so.

It was an ordinary afternoon, but it was a day that Zhou Sheng had longed for but could never return to.

There are some things he has been subconsciously avoiding thinking about.

For example, what should your parents do if you time-travel?
As the only son in the family, who will take care of my aging parents after I am gone?
He could only follow his master and practice his skills relentlessly, and as long as he was exhausted enough, he wouldn't think about these problems.

Over the course of more than a decade, I gradually forgot about it.

But as those two familiar faces appeared on the Viewing Platform, the thin veil of secrecy was instantly pierced, and Zhou Sheng had to confront the lingering worries and concerns deep within his heart.

I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, then lower it to think of my hometown.

Fortunately, he noticed that his parents did not seem to show any signs of sadness. Perhaps with the passage of time, they had moved on.

Thinking this way, Zhou Sheng felt a little relieved.

But the next moment-

"Mom, is dinner ready? I'm starving!"

A familiar voice rang out, carrying a hint of laziness, as if someone had just woken up in the middle of the afternoon.

A face appeared on the screen, causing Zhou Sheng's pupils to dilate once again.

That was clearly his own face!

In the video, a young man in pajamas walks into the kitchen, steals a few pieces of braised beef, and is chased away by his mother with a laugh and a scolding.

Whether it was a misperception or not, the man who looked exactly like Zhou Sheng suddenly paused before leaving the kitchen, and glanced in a certain direction, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

That glance was just the right moment when their eyes met.

……

"Who is this? Why is he standing there and not moving?"

"Exactly, isn't it said that everyone can only stay on stage for a short while? How come he was able to stand for so long?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, that person was brought by the Black and White Impermanence themselves..."

On the Terrace of Longing for Home, Zhou Sheng stood there in a daze for a long time. Even with the Black and White Impermanence seeing him off, the people below began to express their dissatisfaction.

Cutting in line is one thing, but why are you refusing to leave?
The White Impermanence brandished the soul-catching chains in his hand, the sound of which made the departed souls tremble in fear, and the murmurs quickly ceased.

Black Impermanence then asked, "Boss Long? Boss Long?"

Zhou Sheng snapped back to his senses, took a deep breath, quickly calmed himself down, and then clasped his hands in a fist salute to the departed souls below the stage, saying, "I apologize for getting so excited to see my loved ones. Please forgive me."

He then immediately stepped off the stage.

"Boss Long, it's almost time. My brother and I will take you to the stage now." "By the way, you've been assigned to Duyun Tower, which is very close to Wangxiang Terrace. We'll be there soon."

Zhou Sheng nodded, and he had returned to normal.

The view from the Looking-Home Terrace can only be seen by the person standing on the terrace; no one else knows what they are seeing.

He buried his experience of the day deep in his heart.

In this world teeming with ghosts and demons, what he should be doing right now is not grief or anger, but diligent cultivation.

If he could reach the level of Zhang Sanfeng or even higher, and with the help of the Luoshu, he might be able to see his parents again.

Everything will come to light then.

First, overcome the tribulation of becoming a master, and then continuously seek opportunities through the Luoshu (a magical book), striving to reach the tribulation-crossing realm as soon as possible.

My master said that once you overcome the tribulation, even if you only overcome it once, you will begin to progress from a human to an immortal, and be known as a human immortal, or... a terrestrial immortal.

Like a dragon navigating water or a fox spirit worshipping the moon, they are living legends, even the underworld would be wary of them.

"I wonder if there are any special rules or customs associated with this Ghost Festival play?"

Zhou Sheng changed the subject and began to inquire about information from the Black and White Impermanence.

Since falling into the Yellow Springs, these two have harbored resentment towards Judge Lu, and their attitude towards him has undergone a drastic change.

Not using it would be a waste.

White Impermanence hesitated slightly, but Black Impermanence had already spoken.

"The Ghost Play of the Ghost Festival is performed in Fengdu City. There are nine stages in total, and Duyun Tower is one of them. They are scattered along the nine main roads of Fengdu City..."

Since Bai Wuchang had already spoken, he no longer hesitated and told many secrets related to the Ghost Festival play, including the most likely dangers to be faced in the play.

Zhou Sheng listened attentively. Some of the things his master had told him before, while others were things he was hearing for the first time.

Soon, he gained a more comprehensive understanding of this Ghost Festival play.

According to the Black and White Impermanence, the origin of the Ghost Play during the Ghost Festival is related to Lord Ma. Legend has it that Lord Ma once caused trouble in the underworld to protect his mother, and even broke the gates of hell.

Although it was later repaired, the gates of hell would open at midnight every Ghost Festival, allowing evil spirits suffering in hell to escape and wreak havoc on the human world.

Even with sixteen ghost kings deployed to guard the Gate of Hell, there were still many who managed to escape.

After becoming Emperor Huaguang, Lord Ma, in order to make up for this mistake, became the patriarch of the Yinxi Masters and signed a contract that allowed Yinxi Masters' apprentices to perform plays in the underworld during the Ghost Festival.

By performing grotesque operas, they attract all sorts of evil spirits to linger, thus becoming so engrossed in the performance that they forget to escape.

When dawn breaks and the play ends, the gates of hell are closed, and the evil spirits can no longer escape to the human world; they can only be taken back to hell.

At the same time, the apprentices of the Yin Opera Masters can also receive a rare opportunity for training and forge a friendship with the Underworld.

With the protection of Emperor Huaguang, there is generally no great danger.

But all of this changed dramatically with the disappearance of Emperor Huaguang.

Without the protection of their ancestor, if an apprentice of a Yin Opera Master makes a mistake on stage, he may awaken those evil spirits, who, in their rage, will tear him to pieces and condemn him to eternal damnation.

"Actually, the most dangerous ones are the ghosts who know opera. They are not only more picky, but they may even sneak onto the stage. You might find that there is an extra person on the stage while you are singing."

The voice of the White Impermanence was extremely sinister, and his scarlet tongue flicked back and forth.

“There was even an incident where an evil spirit secretly killed a ghost opera performer, then took his appearance, escaped back to the human world, and devoured the entire opera troupe.”

"Tsk tsk, the evil spirit that escaped has not been caught yet. Perhaps he has already become one of your Yin-Yang Masters."

...(End of this chapter)