The first regular meeting of the Sichuan-Central Consultative Conference ended unhappily, and there was an invisible undercurrent in the entire Chengdu City.

From the assassination of Zhao Erfeng to the re-mentioned railway refund, it seemed that an invisible hand was manipulating the situation behind the scenes, causing the situation to fall little by little in a worse direction.

The Sichuan-Hankou Railway is a pit, a huge pit.

It involves 14 million taels of money, covering tens of millions of officials, gentry, merchants, and people. If the conflict really intensifies, it will inevitably swallow everyone up.

"call!"

At the lively Qinglong Festival, more than a dozen people pushed or pulled a float. The float was in the center. One person was wearing a wooden ghost mask, wearing a colored red and yellow clothes, and his body was dancing exaggeratedly. On his side, several people were wearing black clothes, with oil paint on their faces, beating drums, or spitting fire. Cheers were heard all over the place, and many people watched.

"San Ye, the Nuo opera in Yangjia Village, Rongcheng is very famous in Rongcheng. It has the ability to drive away ghosts and evil spirits. Every year during the slack season, they will come to Qinglong Club to perform." In the teahouse next to him, Wu Xuanzhi was drinking tea, and couldn't help but be attracted by the Nuo opera team downstairs.

The servant is a native of Rongcheng and is very familiar with these people.

The mask on the face of the head Nuo people was very exaggerated. The undulating patterns outlined the hideous facial features, convex eyes, wide mouth and wide nose, and a circle of human skulls carved on the edges. Black and red oil paints were painted in a flash, looking particularly creepy.

The most impressive thing is the vertical eye on the forehead of the mask, which was lit with bright red and heavy oil color, as if it had some magic power at once, and it wanted to capture people's minds.

The moment he saw the vertical eye, a hint of spirit burst out from Wu Xuanzhi's eyes.

"After the performance is over, I will invite them over for me. I want to invite them for a cup of tea." Wu Xuanzhi ordered, and the servant nodded and walked downstairs quickly.

"Nuo opera is interesting."

...

"I've met Mr. Wu." About half an hour later, the servant led five people over. This group of people were old and young, men and women. Their faces were all filled with wind and frost and vegetables, and they were no different from the farmers in the countryside.

In fact, the Nuo operas are basically farmers in the fields, and they will come out to perform when the farm is slack. First, they will earn some income and pray for a good harvest, hoping for a good harvest in the next year.

"Please sit down, everyone." Wu Xuanyi pointed to the seat next to him and said to everyone.

This group of people acted very restrainedly. Although the decoration of this teahouse is not magnificent, it is clean and elegant. For these bitterness, it is a place that you dare not even dream of in your dreams.

"Just just stand, master, what are your instructions?" The leader was an old farmer who looked in his early sixties. He rubbed his hands but did not dare to sit down.

"I like your Nuo Opera masks very much. I bought them ten taels of silver." They refused to sit down, and Wu Xuanzhi said straight to the point without any force.

"This... these masks are all worthless things, but after all, they were passed down from ancestors. My old father told me not to break the inheritance of this Nuo opera before his death. If the old man sold his ancestors' things, he would not have the shame to meet his ancestors even if he died." The old farmer showed a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Fifty taels."

Wu Xuanzhi's face remained unchanged, raising the price by five times.

The old farmer's face changed a little. Fifty taels of silver was already a huge sum of money for him. Their family performed Nuo opera every year, but for half a month, it was only two or three taels of silver.

"One hundred taels."

Wu Xuanzhi doubled the price again, and the old farmer's face turned red and hesitated.

One hundred taels of silver may be a huge sum of money that he will never make in his life. Although this is something from his ancestors,...

Too much to give!

After the group of people took the money and left, a large box was added to the table in front of Wu Xuanzhi.

There were a bunch of colorful clothes in the middle, some ink with a pungent smell and a quaint and hideous wooden mask.

He reached out and stroked the mask, and in his eyes, the mottled oil paints on it became brighter. The three eyes of the Nuo God also had a bright look, as if they were living people.

A flame ignited in the three eyes of the Nuo God, and figures were either wearing colorful clothes or naked upper body jumping.

Although you can't hear the sound, you can still feel the simplicity and primitive rhythm.

The dancing figures intertwined and gradually condensed into one place, becoming huge and bloated.

"call!"

In an instant, Wu Xuanzhi's ears shook, and a shout suddenly came.

A Nuo God with red body, big arms and round waist and a ferocious face suddenly appeared in front of him.

The Nuo God was extremely tall and his head was facing the beams and pillars of the tea room. He looked down at Wu Xuanzhi with a sharp look and a vicious spirit.

Seeing this god appear, Wu Xuanzhi's eyes beat even more violently, and he could vaguely see dense foot limbs growing around his eyeballs.

"It's such a good fortune. The Nuo God here actually resonates with my evil three-eyed demon. If he keeps his spirit, he might be able to spawn the evil three-eyed demon in advance." His face was not surprised but happy.

It was originally a step-by-step process, and it would take at least another year for him to let the three-eyed demon appear.

However, the Nuo God mask has been around for hundreds of years and has been used as a blessing to exorcise evil spirits for many years, and magical things have emerged inside.

If someone really built a temple to worship, a real god would probably be born soon.

Seeing that his deterrence was ignored, the Nuo God became angry, raised the steel fork in his hand and stabbed it downwards.

"Random!" A sharp edge burst out from Wu Xuanzhi's body, cold and cold, which could cut everything.

The sword energy flashed through the air, and the Nuo God immediately shrank like a balloon that had been pierced through the skin, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The tea room returned to peace and there was no difference anymore.

The originally bright face turned gray again and looked very inconspicuous.

"Bai Xin, do you know the origin of this Nuo God?" Wu Xuanzhi talked about the mask in his hand and asked the servant next to him.

"I don't know this little man, but I know this god with three eyes, maybe Erlang Shen or Prince Ma, or the like." The servant looked at it for a while before shook his head and said.

"Why should I call those people back and ask?"

"No need, just do it." Wu Xuanzhi just asked casually. He was not very interested in the origin of this Nuo God.

Anyway, in the end, this Nuo God will be regarded as a resource for his practice.

He ate eggs, but he was not interested in knowing which hen was laid.
Chapter completed!