Chapter Twelve Buried In This Place
"Although Wukong is powerful, he can't resist the Buddha's power of Tathagata, and he was pressed down at the foot of the Five Fingers Mountain. The Tathagata is compassionate and promised that in five hundred years, a monk will rescue him when passing by this place and take him as his disciple." An hour later, after finishing the above paragraph, He Taiping relaxed his breath and bowed and bowed, "And this passage of "The Great Trouble in the Heavenly Palace" has also ended here. Thank you for your support!"
The whole square was silent, and for a moment, only the golden moon's lyre was still rippling gently. But a few seconds later, thunderous applause suddenly sounded from the petrified crowd, and countless coins were thrown onto the stage, and the member of the group responsible for collecting the money was immediately submerged in the rain of money. The unsatisfied residents began to shout loudly, asking the chanting poets on the stage to continue speaking, and they were even willing to pay more coins for it.
"I'm sorry, because this story is too long, I'm afraid it will take half a month to end!" He Taiping felt the heat waves in the audience, and while he was content, he also bowed and apologized. But after hearing such an answer, several residents in the front row immediately shouted: "Then stay in our town for half a month. As for the reward, you don't have to worry about it. We are willing to keep you at a price of 100 gold coins a day!"
Such requests were immediately responded by the residents in the back row, and some even shouted quotations of 200 gold coins or even 300 gold coins. You know, that was the income of an ordinary performing troupe for two months. In addition to this high price, several smart businessmen also discussed in private whether to buy and copy the story into a book, which might lead to greater profits.
He Taiping touched his chin and looked at Jin Yue with some embarrassment. The latter nodded understandingly and bowed to the audience below and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but we really want to go to Corsica. Let's do this. If everything goes well, we will return here in forty days. How about accepting the recruitment of Green Corner Town at that time?"
After hearing such an answer, the residents were naturally extremely disappointed, but after Jin Yue promised to return to the town, they could only accept the reality helplessly. Then, He Taiping, who walked off the stage, naturally became the object of many residents. Many people began to ask about what Wukong had happened later. Several girls even stuffed the token to the handsome chanting poet and asked him to have a conversation between spirit and flesh after dinner...
In short, when He Taiping finally got rid of this entanglement, his image was as embarrassing as if he had escaped on the battlefield. But his ordeal was not over yet. After hurriedly returning to the camp, Jin Yue, who was full of joy, followed him, gently pinched his cheek and said angrily: "Damn brother, why didn't you perform this show earlier! Your laziness made our performing group earn 500 less gold coins!"
"Why is our performing arts troupe?" He Taiping muttered vaguely. He suddenly had an ominous premonition, as if his whim of gratitude and repayment had caused unnecessary trouble. Judging from the golden eyes of the woman opposite, this premonition will soon become a reality.
"Because I decided! Until Corsica, you will perform this program every day!" Sure enough, the next moment, Jin Yue said in a very natural tone with a malicious smile, "In addition, if the performing troupe competition allows the chanting poet to participate, I will sign up for you... What are your eyes? Are you unwilling to help your lonely and helpless sister?"
"Lonely and helpless?" He Taiping looked at the other party with suspicious eyes. From which angle, this woman who blushed due to excitement had nothing to do with negative adjectives such as loneliness. But before he spoke out, the happy golden moon had already blown out of the camp like a whirlwind, and her crisp call could be heard even from a distance: "Fate, go print some leaflets and say that we have the best chanting poets in the mainland joining!"
"Very good, it seems you're in a big trouble." The next moment, Christine's figure appeared in the camp. She bent down gently, gently pressed her jade cheeks against He Taiping's cheek, and smiled softly: "Actually, I'm very interested in this story. Dear master, you don't mind telling it to me in advance! Time, if you need exchange..."
Before He Taiping protested, she had already opened the collar intentionally or unintentionally, allowing a half-covered snow-white look to appear. He Taiping was slightly stunned. While his mouth was dry, he suddenly felt it was difficult to express his opposite opinions. But in the moment of warmth, Lian Jia had already rudely bumped into the camp. In the shocked sight of the two, she grabbed He Taiping's collar and shouted loudly: "Hey! If you dare to kill Wukong, you know what would happen!"
The next ten days of journey passed by He Taiping's storytelling. Every time he went to a town, the Jixiang Performing Arts Group would release leaflets to attract residents of the town to watch the show. "Journey to the West", the finale, naturally became popular without exception, which made the Performing Arts Group make a fortune in its short trip. If it weren't for the impending performance competition, Jin Yue would really want to stay in some towns for a year and a half until she dug up all the things in He Taiping's belly.
But even so, when the performing arts group arrived in Corsica, the once down-and-out group had recovered a little of its former glory. Although the debt of 100,000 gold coins was still under the top of her head, Jin Yue was able to at least take a breath, buy some new clothes and props for the group, and recruit a few newcomers to help. Because of this change, when she took He Taiping to the performance site and organizing committee of Fountain Square, she not only straightened her back, but also increased her confidence.
"What, only singing and dancing programs are allowed to participate in competitions?" But after hearing the registration documents, Jin Yue suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. It is said that this is because the old lord of Corsica is only interested in singing and dancing programs. If it were put before, Jin Yue would certainly not care about such restrictions. In fact, she is quite confident in the song and dance she directed; but now, with Dinah leaving...
"Poor, the once famous Jixiang Performing Arts Group cannot arrange a singing and dancing program!" Just as Jin Yue was extremely depressed, a sound like a broken gong sounded behind her. The fat man, who was so vulgar that he wanted to punch a heavy punch, was holding the beautiful woman beside him, and laughing in a sarcastic tone: "Dinah, do you think your former employer is pitiful? Fortunately, you left in time to avoid making a fool of yourself with her!"
He Taiping rubbed his chin with interest and looked at the scene in front of him. Without Jin Yue's introduction, he also knew that this gloating fat man was Angela, the leader of the Paradise Performing Group, and the woman next to him was the singer and dancer Dinah who was poached. Sure enough, the next moment, Angela, who was proud, smiled and said, "Actually, there is no need for Miss Jin Yue to hold on. Why not consider selling the performing group to me, and I will give it a reasonable price."
"Sorry, I don't plan to sell the performing troupe to others, especially those who don't understand art." Jin Yue suppressed the anger in her heart and counterattacked gently. Then, she turned her head and looked at the registration document as if she was angry and handed over fifty gold coins: "Please register, I want to participate in this competition."
Angela did not show any excitement, but just smiled and continued to watch the performance. The clerk accepted the gold coins, but asked again: "Okay, I would like to ask, the name of the singing and dancing program you participated in is..."
Jin Yue was stunned. She had no program to participate in the competition. But in Angela's increasingly cheerful smile, He Taiping suddenly turned the ring in his hand and said, ""Bao Lian Lantern", this is the name of our program. Do I need me to tell you how to write it?"
The document that was embarrassed by this strange name naturally had no objection, so He Taiping helped fill out the competition form. Angela sarcastically smiled and said sarcastically: "It's interesting. If you can win by relying on a strange name, then I'd just think of a few words... But then again, I'm really curious. Captain Jinyue, are you planning to perform on stage in person? Or are you planning to dance a striptease with your male subordinate to make up for the number?"
If the previous words were ironic, then the last sentence was a naked insult. Jin Yue was so angry that she trembled all over and could hardly help scolding her. But before she spoke, He Taiping stepped in front and responded with a smile: "Strip dance? Just kidding, I don't plan to plagiarize your performance by Captain Angela! When I was, if a ball of fat was rolling around on the stage, it should be worth a look!"
Angela's smile suddenly froze on her face, and when Jin Yue, who was originally angry, thought of that scene, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. She glared at He Taiping fiercely. Angela finally stomped her feet and left heavily, but after walking a few meters, he turned his head and sneered: "Very good! I want to see what kind of tricks can a young face who only relies on her mouth to make on the stage!"
"It will satisfy you, fat pig... no, it's the leader!" He Taiping bowed and returned the greeting with a smile, and silently flipped the ring to the back. On it, the purple gem that had been used by Amos in the detection technique was flashing shimmering, which means that the demon's eye staff was buried in the surrounding area.
"Brother, thank you!" Jin Yue's soft call interrupted He Taiping's thoughts. At this time, the worried woman had no smile. She looked at the performance platform not far away and sighed in a low voice, "But if you feel relieved, we may have lost this competition. So this afternoon, I plan to take the performing troupe to leave here. Are you willing to follow me?"
Chapter completed!