Chapter 352 Three Plays
"The Lord is joking, but the old Taoist priest is talking too much!" He was betrayed by his teammates, what can the old Taoist priest do? Just give in? Isn't the god afraid of being beaten?
"Alright, aren't we going to draw lots to watch the show? Hurry up and stop talking nonsense. If you make the old ancestor wait impatiently, maybe you, the old Taoist priest, will have to perform the show yourself."
Some people did not understand this play, like Jia Zheng, who was still wondering when his nephew had become so familiar with the old immortal that he could joke like this. Others understood it, but their expressions were different.
Needless to say, the old lady's face looked a little ugly, but Wang Fu-ren, the bodhisattva, rarely showed a smile on her face. As for Daiyu, she breathed a sigh of relief, and Baochai and Tanchun also relaxed.
Baoyu, the protagonist of the story, frowned and also felt that the old Taoist priest was not pleasing to the eye. Who asked you to arrange a marriage? Even if he wanted to marry, it would be Sister Lin or Sister Bao.
Afterwards, the old Taoist priest didn't dare to say anything more. He shook the fortune stick and selected three plays.
Because they come here to pray for blessings, the show is also for the gods to watch. Naturally, there is no need for people to choose it. Instead, the prepared shows are placed in a lottery box and decided by drawing lots or throwing lots. In this way, the randomly selected ones are considered to be selected by the gods.
However, it is not really all about luck. After all, if the emperor came, and you had to stage a drama similar to the "Xuanwu Gate Incident", even gods would be beheaded.
In fact, everyone knows this secret, but no one has pointed it out. After all, this is also the cost of people's livelihood.
In a short while, all three plays were selected.
When everyone asked, the old Taoist said, "The first one is 'The Story of the White Snake', which tells the story of Emperor Gaozu of Han beheading a snake and starting an uprising. The second one is 'A Bed Full of Tablets', which tells the story of Guo Ziyi's birthday, when all his seven sons and eight sons-in-law came to celebrate, and the bed was filled with tablets. The third one is 'The Dream of the Southern Branch'..."
Although the old lady did not speak, her face was obviously somewhat dissatisfied. The first one was fine, after all, her ancestors had followed Taizu in the uprising, so she should just remember them. The second one was the best, as she was most happy to see such a rich scene. But the third one, didn't it mean that the Jia family's wealth was just a mirage, like a dream?
"If the old ancestor thinks it's okay, then I'll ask the troupe to come up?"
"Wait!" Jia Cong said, "Old Taoist, you said this show is for the gods to watch?"
Taoist Zhang smiled and said, "Of course!"
"I don't know, what is the difference between gods and humans?"
The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then he said, "The gods are people who have no desires or requests, and are detached!"
"No desires and no demands? If that's the case, how can the gods understand what's going on? How can they tell what's good and what's bad?" Jia Cong asked.
Zhang Laodao was filled with regret at this moment. Why did he offend this person? If it was someone else, even if he was a noble, he would have his own way to complain to the emperor. But this one... forget it, why bother asking for trouble.
"That's what Lord Yi meant!"
"If you ask me, this play is not for the gods, it's better to say that people are helping the gods to watch it. Moreover, praying for blessings naturally requires a good mood. If everyone is upset, wouldn't it be a blasphemy against the gods and Buddhas? Therefore, I think these plays of yours are inappropriate, so why not change a few of them!"
"this…"
"Or I'll tell you a few and see if you can figure it out."
The old Taoist's eyelids were twitching. Was he really going to expose his secrets?
" Then I wonder what the Marquis wants to see!" the old Taoist asked, gritting his teeth.
"Hmm..." Jia Cong thought for a moment, then said, "Let's play 'The Reconciliation of Generals and Prime Ministers' in the first one, and make a happy ending in 'The Matchmaker' in the second one, and put 'A Bed Full of Hus' in the last one."
The old Taoist priest glared at Jia Cong with a dark face. This was not giving him any face at all. It was just an offense once, but he had to hold on to it?
"My Lord, wait a moment. I will pray to the gods again to see if they will grant your request!"
So, after a long while, the old Taoist priest started shaking the fortune stick tube again. When three sticks fell to the ground, the old Taoist priest picked them up one by one, and then said to Jia Cong in surprise, "I never thought that the Marquis of Guanjun also has a connection with the immortals and Buddhas. Even the gods and Buddhas have responded to the Marquis's request!"
As he spoke, he showed the three sticks to everyone to see, and they were exactly the same as Jia Cong had said.
Little Xichun looked at her third brother with admiration on her face. This was simply too awesome. Even gods and Buddhas would give him face?
Jia Cong then turned to the old lady and asked, "Grandma, you see the gods and Buddhas have agreed, what do you think? If not, let's keep shaking the bull's nose until the old ancestor is satisfied."
Taoist Zhang standing by turned pale when he heard this. Why are you two grandparents and grandchildren fighting each other and making things difficult for an old Taoist like me?
How could the old lady not know the meaning of these three plays? The reconciliation of the general and the prime minister was Jia Cong's attitude, and he did not want to be alienated from her, but he wanted her to agree to this play of the match between heaven and earth. If so, in the future, the old lady would naturally be surrounded by a bed of hu.
After a long while, the old lady finally sighed and said, "In that case, then I'll do as you say!"
Hearing this, Jia Cong smiled and nodded, "My ancestor has agreed, so there is no need to trouble the old immortal again, just hurry up and prepare."
Taoist Zhang wanted to slap Jia Cong's face with the fortune stick in his hand. This bastard, just now there was an old Taoist priest on the left and a big-nosed one on the right, and now he has become an old immortal? I am so unlucky to meet you two, a grandfather and grandson.
"Ancestor God, please send down a divine thunderbolt to kill this bastard. I will definitely build another golden statue for you!" The old Taoist priest prayed for Jia Cong sincerely while leaving the room.
Afterwards, everyone sat down, and the opera troupe came up and started singing for everyone!
Some people naturally listened inattentively, but although Jia Cong was not very interested, he still drank tea and watched happily.
The maids at the side kept bringing up various snacks and tea. Daiyu's eyes were almost fixed on Jia Cong. This third brother was truly a delight.
Baochai pinched Daiyu's cheek and whispered, "If you keep looking at it, you won't be able to pull it out."
Daiyu blushed upon hearing this, and immediately covered her face with a round fan, playing with Baochai below. Tanchun and Wang Xifeng were relieved, as they didn't want Jia Cong to offend the old lady, but they also didn't want Jia Cong to be wronged. Although this result was a temporary reconciliation, it was undoubtedly the best.
Daiyu and Baochai played around for a while, but in the end they held hands again and started whispering to each other.
The two of them kept looking towards Jia Cong.
Seeing that all the fruit on Jia Cong's table had been eaten, Daiyu said to Zijuan, "Zijuan, Baojie and I don't like this fruit. Give it away and let others eat it."
