Crosstalk: Set Rules On Stage, Set New Graves Below Stage

Chapter 341

“After that, the old lady asked her son to get a plate made of pure gold, and she asked someone to write down the Buddha and bless me.

But there is no such a Buddha.

But with this letter, her room was full, with big memorial tablets, small memorial tablets, and Buddha statues all over the floor.

But it’s good.

Because it would be better than going out to harm others.

The remaining hobby is copying the scriptures.

The scriptures that can be seen, what is the “Vajra Sutra” and what is the “Heart Sutra”, as long as the family has them all.

Every day I copy here by myself. “Wang Hepeng picked up the fan and made a gesture of taking a pen copy, “How far did it develop in the end?” Ask the people in the mansion to copy the scriptures as an honor.

Every day the old lady handed out papers for copying.

It’s a personal order. ”

“You said Mr. Accountant or something, that’s not a problem. The cook must be holding a knife when he took it. Why? He’s just a cook.”

“A group of people are pouting and copying the scriptures on the steps, and the old lady 29 is still talking there: Very good, very good! Do you want to know sincerely?

Gardeners and bricklayers are about to cry: old lady, I wrote this, Bodhisattva may not know me

The old lady said, it doesn’t matter if you know or not, Bodhisattva knows in his heart, don’t talk nonsense, don’t delay, just write quickly. ”

“It comes out like this every day, but as a son Zhang Junqing, it’s also very happy.

With such a belief, if you don’t want anything else, you can eat enough to sleep, and all the good things are blessed by Lafayette. ”

“So this Zhang is very much a mother of Earthly Branches.

When I was idle, Zhang Junqing walked towards the back door. “Wang Hepeng gave a direction with one hand, so that the audience has a sense of direction, and the people below are all attentive.

They may not have been so serious in school back then.

Wang Hepeng was also funny, and continued without delay.

“The back door is a hillside when I walk like this. I always stand on the hillside and look at it.

What are you looking at? The hillside tree is called Xiangluomu.

What is Xiangluo? It is Xiangluo.

After this wood has been planted for many years, it is cut down and it is a good material for building a house.

This blockbuster was planted when Zhang Junqing’s father was alive. This is a wish.

Zhang Junqing was in poor health when he was a child, catching a cold, fever, sneezing, runny nose, diarrhea, not eating well, one after another.

Children are not sick like adults. Children don’t know when they are young, so they are anxious.

Pity the parents of the world, outside this old member of Zhang, Zhang Junqing’s father.

Whenever I see a temple in the mountains, I kowtow, and I have searched all the temples in the world. ”

Wang Hepeng followed Zhang Junqing’s father’s appearance, clasping his hands together, “I beg you to protect my son’s health.”

“After burning the incense, I came back to see my son, and his illness became more serious. It shows that the temple is not working well, so hurry up and go to another one.”

“The temples in the world have all been visited. Then one day I came to Mount Tai, this temple is the most. There are all the gods you can tell.

Of course there is no such thing as a blessing not to fall down on the Buddha. That is not, it was designed by the old lady herself. ”

Wang Hepeng’s words on the stage were full of humor.

Added a lot of fun.

In these years, both cross talk and storytelling must keep pace with the times. Of course, it does not mean that you will be subverted.

But on top of tradition, adding own things will not destroy anything.

Among the cross talks, many of the scripts are modified from the traditional cross talk, and the response is good.

“The burning of incense and kowtow from temple to temple ended up in Bingling Gong’s temple.

Who is Duke Bingling? ”

As Wang Hepeng’s tone improved, the audience was excited from the serious thoughts he had been thinking, “The third prince of Mount Tai! Coincidentally, coming here and entering the door also said that the third prince of Bingling blessed my son’s health.

When the time comes, I make a wish, how I do. ”

“It’s also surprising. After making a wish and going home, the child will be fine. The child’s body is particularly healthy since hitting here, and Mr. Zhang has said nothing about it. Mr. Bingling is so effective.

I went to Mount Tai for the second time and solemnly kowtow to make a wish. ”

“My child is still young. I am in the back mountain in front of my house, and I plant five hundred fragrant trees. When the child is older, the wood is ready and felled.

Transported here, rebuilt the temple, and reshaped the golden body! ”

At this point, Wang Hepeng himself also took a breath. Storytelling is not the same as cross talk. It’s not the same as the comics, and he is listening to the story seriously.

“So, Zhang Junqing is getting bigger and bigger. By the end of this year, he is thirty-five years old. Standing on the back mountain and looking at it, the wood in the mountain is good enough.

It’s been decades.

Xin said that it was almost the same. March 28 is the birthday of the third prince Bingling.

Before that day, I have to chop down these trees, remove the branches and leaves, peel off the skins, and get the carts ready.

Pulling the cart with five hundred incense trees and rushing to Mount Tai. ”

“I want to face Duke Bingling solemnly sing: happybirthdaytoyou~”

Ha ha ha ha!

There was something like this unexpectedly, and none of the people at the scene could be stretched, and laughed a little bit of joy.

Because I don’t know what it is.

The staff also saw it, if it weren’t for the work in their own hands, they wouldn’t be able to laugh.

In fact, Guo Degang was also at the scene, standing among a bunch of staff, keeping his eyes on the own apprentice.

The first time I recorded it, how could he not worry about storytelling here for the first time.

But he didn’t tell Wang Hepeng when he came here, because he was afraid he knew what influence he was having.

And when it comes to this, when I hear it.

Guo Degang smiled on his face, thinking that this child still has no righteousness, but the sonorous tone of voice in it is great.

Storytelling has more demanding requirements for this.

After all, it’s all about a person’s mouth, but it’s the tone and story to keep it.

At the same time, doing this is to relax the audience’s nerves that have been listening, all of which are controlled by Wang Hepeng.

Of course, if Guo Degang knew that Wang Hepeng had nearly a hundred years of storytelling experience, he would not be surprised, but would be scared to death.

However, Wang Hepeng would not tell the Master about these things. When talking about storytelling, he only needs to figure out his skills a little bit. If he loses too much effort, it is easy to cut his way. .

But saying this will not lose the Master’s face.

Laughter and applause were filled, Wang Hepeng continued to speak with a slight smile, “Businessman, I may not know where to learn it.

Anyway, I am very happy and happy.

In addition to this mountain of wood, their family is still doing business.

There is a pawnshop, a gold and silver jewelry shop, and some other businesses.

The big business is these two gold and silver shops.

And this must be something wealthy people can do. Just a small thing is very valuable. “.