The girls' arrival was a bit of a mistake.

Last time, Wan Changsheng just wanted to hold a free art training class, which made the village full of storms.

It seems like I have lost my ancestors' capital.

This time, Wan Changsheng's reform felt like it was natural.

Wan Changsheng proposed the next night at the throne-passing ceremony in the clan ancestral hall.

The village should not be guarded by the temple for a day. It is beyond doubt that grandfather passed the temple to Wan Changsheng.

It was decided more than ten years ago.

Now Wan Changsheng's status of going out to make a living is also determined. No one can beat him. More importantly, two or three years have passed, and Guanyin Murakami has already understood that Wan Changsheng can lead everyone to make trouble.

At least many young people in the village are following him out to do things, and the trend of being lazy is much less.

When I heard that the new temple guard was going to speak in the clan ancestral hall, I naturally had to eat the water table and all of them gathered here.

In the Guanyin Village where the lights are decorated, you can still hear the continuous sound of the opera troupe, and the electronic dojo sound in front of Grandpa’s mourning hall continues to chant.

But the huge ancestral hall yard was full of sound, and everyone looked at Wan Changsheng sitting in the main hall.

Wan Changsheng, who had changed his robe according to the rules, sat on the chair in front of the ancestral tablet.

The women were naturally gathered on the front side of the hall. When the wives from each family brought their children, they wanted them to see the style of the temple and follow them well in the future.

The young and middle-aged people were on the other side, and the pillars of each household stood high and low in the main hall, looking at the wildebeest Ma Zhenyu and his group of outsiders in the main hall.

What is this for?

Jia Huanhuan also changed into red and green right-sided jackets and pants, which was the way to wear them in the Republic of China with buttons from the collar to the right armpit. It was very old-fashioned village girl. The sleeves and trouser legs were all flaky. In addition to the slightly fancy color, the style was very consistent with Jia Huanhuan's ponytail style, which matched Wan Changsheng who was wearing a robe.

Lin Chuni helped her with her hairstyle and makeup. She was a little puzzled that Wan Changsheng was on the way. Shouldn’t Jia Huanhuan be dressed up with something young grandma?

This way of wearing is similar to a maid.

Jia Huanhuan said he wanted to fight.

Zhong Mingxia was very curious about this way of wearing it, but Jia Huanhuan's jackets and skirts were like big shorts for her, so she had to give up. However, she borrowed an old cheongsam from Sun Erniang. The stand-up collar and long shoulder sleeves were also very old, without any sexual and sexy elements. The slit was under her knees, but her figure was really tsk...

The right-angled shoulders and bust circumference can make the upper body stretch out quite straight, and the waist is more curved and undulating, which shows the characteristics of the cheongsam too much.

So Lin Chuni encouraged her to borrow something from Sun Erniang and put it on. It was very strange. She had a similar figure and was neat and heroic in her dress. Of course, she also made her moves much more elegant and helped each other to tie her traditional style buns.

Professional models and stage art are familiar with this style, and they also praise each other's skills, thinking that they will have to learn more about it in the future.

Beheye's eyes were complicated throughout the whole process. He went to Huanhuan's place to sleep all night before yesterday. Naturally, Huanhuan took them to visit Guanyin Temple during the day.

At that moment, she showed that she was out of place.

Looking at the obvious religious place, she could not enter, so she could only wait in the square outside. After being watched by the whole village and the kind men and women who came to burn incense, she quickly searched for Wan Changsheng's mourning hall, but could only look at Wan Changsheng from afar outside the hall.

Because there was another large area of ​​monks in front of him.

Now I can't accept this kind of wear that reveals my arms and legs. My expression is a bit like Teacher Su's wrinkled face.

Customs and religious habits may be difficult to encounter such conflicts elsewhere.

It is Guanyin Village, a village that has been making a living around Guanyin Temple for thousands of years. This difference is particularly strong.

Even some of the rare traditions in ordinary rural villages are kept relatively complete here.

For example, wiping.

Jia Huanhuan, the first girl of Guanyin Village, introduced that this has been the main job of Brother Changsheng to carve steles and statues since he was a child.

By the way, her ponytails have also been developed like this since she was a child.

She will be on the show later.

Wan Changsheng saw that the number of people had arrived almost the same. He pulled his sleeves and made these robes twenty years ago were originally used by his father in such a big scene. He was really a little uncomfortable. He nodded to the uncle of the Hu family: "Let's start."

The Hu family, who were in charge of various temple ritual scenes, began to beat drums and rituals seriously, and various magical instruments sounded clangingly.

Beheye was a little nervous and covered his veil tighter.

Lin Chuni felt: "Don't care too much, I think they are a bit careless and unscrupulous."

Jia Huanhuan did not distinguish the content in English at all: "Hold on your word!"

Lin Chuni still dares to make faces to Zhong Mingxia.

She was so relaxed.

But her artistic perception is still keen.

Just like Guanyin Village has been managing temples more for thousands of years, this serious ritual is not authentic at all. Not only is the Buddhist and Taoist rituals mixed with the characteristics of Buddhism and Taoism, and the rhythm of knocking is also as good as you want.

It has brought the utmost everything that can be ridiculed by the people of Shu to the extreme.

However, the uncles and elders who came out of the back hall came to the waiting Wan Changsheng with various ancestral tablets.

The young temple guard in a long gown stood there, feeling a bit tall and burly. Zhong Mingxia quietly took her cell phone to take a photo and paid special attention to turning off the flash.

The long-toned rhetoric is nothing more than the destiny of ancestors, outstanding people and spiritual lands, and many generations of descendants have taken over the position of the temple.

In fact, Ma Zhenyu and the others had already taken the camera with a camera. If Wan Changsheng had no other ideas, these guys would have to take aerial photos of drones, long-range photos of the slide rails, and close-up shots of shock-absorbing and anti-shake handles.

Now Wan Changsheng reminds them to keep a low profile.

Major events are important.

When the carved golden bowl symbolizing the power of the temple was given to Wan Changsheng, it means that the Buddhist children will not forget their roots by relying on the alms and rice bowl. He placed it on the table in the main hall, and after the large number of ancestor tablets, the tablets of Wan Changsheng were added, he signaled to Huanhuan.

I wonder if the other temple guards in Guanyin Village can understand this level.

Anyway, the couple has been accustomed to it for many years.

The girl with two ponytails pulled out two bamboo boards from her waist. Lin Chuni had seen it when she was helping her dress up before, but she thought it was a quick-witted man.

Huanhuan followed the rhythm of the magic weapon that the Hu family's children started, jumped out, holding the bamboo board with both hands and walking through it, which was very charming as a rural disgala. She closed her eyes and muttered something. During this period, she bowed to the ancestors' tablets three times, then raised her hands and let go of the bamboo board.

Overall, the atmosphere of religious rituals is still good. Even if Jia Huanhuan's singing and dancing form is solemn and even gloomy, everyone should quickly stretch their cervical vertebrae to look at the loud bamboo boards on the ground.

It is a bamboo board like fast-plated. The shiny nanmu bamboo is curved after it is broken, so it falls to the ground, just clasp or faces upwards.

This kind of instrument is called Viagra.

There are actually such divination forms all over the country, with different names, and utensils can also be replaced by bronze coins or coins. It is nothing more than the difference between the characters facing upwards or the flowers facing upwards.

Simple and clear.

Therefore, the people in Shuchuan and Jiangzhou always like to say "Say it", which means to give it a try. In fact, the exact word should be "block it". Try to ask God what it means.

It was originally a noun but turned into a verb, but it was still a joke here to compare all kinds of small things in life to asking God for divination.

Very humorous tone.

But now everyone didn't dare to laugh, and looked at the ground nervously.

Jia Huanhuan jumped away, and then the crowd burst into cheers!

Both bamboo boards are facing the sky, which is auspicious in the rules of shaping here in Shu!

It is a bad omen if you clamp two pieces, and of course the best thing is to be positive and negative, which is good luck.

But the result in front of you is pretty good, you can make it!

Sun Erniang and many wives quickly took the lead in applauding, and there would be auspicious signs when the new temple guards came to the stage!

Wan Changsheng held back his laughter. It was really that this way of shaking was purely psychological comfort. Two bamboo boards fell to the ground. According to the probability analysis, each bamboo board had two possibilities, one positive and one reversed, and there were only four combinations, and there were two auspicious signs in it, and one was auspicious!

Isn't this a forced attitude to ask for good luck?

It’s simply a matter of relying on three-quarters of the probability of good luck, and a good sign for yourself.

Jia Huanhuan was a little secretly depressed. He had practiced his craft for many years, so shouldn’t he just give up a fortune at this time?

He secretly slapped his hand and returned to Zhong Mingxia. Lin Chuni's mouth moved. She probably wanted to expose this probability, or wanted to ask what if she lost a quarter of the bad signs?

Wan Changsheng answered: "The moon has phases and waxing, people have joys and sorrows, and everything is difficult to complete in the past. This is human nature..."

It was the pretentious literary style he used to engrave seals.

When speaking in the countryside, you can just be tedious at this level. No matter how complicated it is, no one can understand it.

The entire ancestral hall was very quiet and watched the new temple guarding it seriously.

Listening to his serious deception: "But no one in our entire Guanyin Village wants to be the one who lacks unlucky and sad, so since I have come to be the temple guard, I must try my best to take everyone with me!"

The second and third uncles of the Sun family immediately took the lead and shouted: "Fine and perfect!"

The others quickly followed.

After three or four consecutive times, it finally became uniform.

The warm atmosphere is comparable to a political movement.

Lin Chuni also had to hold back her laughter. She felt that everyone was acting in this place. No wonder Wan Changsheng was acting at any time.

I have to translate what Wan Changsheng said to Beheye.

Because the Arab girl was a little nervous since the ceremony, Jia Huanhuan's serious blow surprised her even more. Could it be that she had the status of the eldest wife, and whether she had the identities of the priest, the saint, and the like?

Who dares to mess with him?

This is much more difficult than the fat royal woman her mother faces in the hell mode.

Wan Changsheng made gestures to calm everyone down, and then made a gesture to Ma Zhenyu and the others who were holding their expressions next to him.

A portable Bluetooth projector turned on immediately and cast the picture on the blank wall of the ancestral hall.

Not to mention, the slightly dim country lighting conditions make this projection effect particularly good, the picture is clear and the colors are bright.

It is the aerial photography scene in the entire area of ​​Guanyin Village.

The villagers and elders of the village who were not yet clear about the reason just now were all attracted by this modern scene.

The ancient feudal superstition techniques and modern technical methods are used alternately.

Wan Changsheng still used his brains.
Chapter completed!