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

Chapter 342

“As for Zhang Junqing, I usually take a look at my store as a merchant, and I will meet friends when I’m done. Life is very pleasant.”

“On this day, I came out of the gold shop and wanted to come back. The butler just walked to the door to pick it up. The big butler’s surname is Zhou Ren.

In their house, I have worked for two generations.

Zhou Ren’s father turned out to be their old housekeeper.

Hurrying over, Zhou Ren said: You are back!

Ah, I’m back.

Are you all right in the shop?

It’s okay, I just went to take a look, and Lao Zhang and Lao Li were staring there. Everything is fine, where is the old lady?

The old lady slept for a while in the afternoon, and just woke up to copy the scriptures from the house. Now that she really got her mind, the cook stopped cooking and copied the scriptures every day.

Please persuade the old lady to run to the stable for the past two days and persuade the horse to copy the scriptures. ”

Another little teaser, Wang Hepeng screamed out as Zhang Junqing, “What do you mean by that?

Look, sir, am I still teasing with you? My mother… Hey, forget it, you can go to the house and rest. ”

“Talking and laughing, stepping up the steps, I heard someone shouting behind him.” Wang Hepeng’s voice instantly became louder, and almost the entire studio could hear him, “Amitabha, the benefactor stayed away!!!”

“Uncle Zhang turned around and took a look. There was a great monk standing behind him. To say this age, it must be around forty, but not over forty-five.”

Wang Hepeng stretched out his right hand and patted his own shoulder, “Big round face, big ears. This ear is about to droop over the shoulder.”

“The belly is quite big, when I walked, it was denlendenlen! I learned so much from the Master, and now I don’t know how to write denlen.”

After a digression, he continued to speak, “Stand with a kind face! Amitabha, the donor stays behind!”

“This time around. Oh, Master!”

“Hahahahaha! The great monk opened his voice and laughed, and asked, are you Zhang Junqing from Bianliang?”

“Dare not, Xiao Ke Zhang Junqing.”

“I will trouble you a little bit!”

“Master, you are welcome, come, you will ask the study to wait for tea.”

“The great monk didn’t bother too much, so he cleared his throat and looked at Zhang Junqing.

There is a baby, I have to show it to you, come and see! !

When he said that, he stretched out his hand and took something out of his arms, leaving a book empty without a word.

This thing is generally used to keep accounts, such as firewood, rice, oil, and salt.

Zhang Junqing doesn’t understand, Master, what do you need, please enlighten me. ”

“Eh, I’m terrible, you can’t bear it.”

“Oh, Master, please inquire about it. Several generations in our family are dedicated to good things, what can’t you bear.”

“The great monk nodded. I know that your mother loves copying scriptures, and also likes all kinds of gods. Today, it is related to this matter.”

After a passage, it was a little fascinating, knowing that certain points were about to arrive, I listened carefully to each one.

Wang Hepeng continued to speak on the stage, not too tired at all, and the structure of the story in his mind is also completely clear from the new small group 712205071 one by one.

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You know that storytelling is too much brain-consuming, and you have to remember a lot of things clearly.

I lost a piece, and said after missing a piece.

The audience can scold the street.

But his experience is completely impossible here.

“Oh! Zhang Junqing yelled out first, what else does this mean? My mother has offended the gods, and God sent him to stop it.

Please enlighten me. ”

“That’s it. Your family’s kindness moved the heavens and the earth, the poor monk is here, I want to transform you five hundred incense trees in the back mountain!!!”

“Huh?” Wang Hepeng gave a surprised voice with his identity, and then immediately turned to the third person.

There is no such thing as alms.

Twelve taels of silver, 100 catties of noodles, this is all right, it’s all normal.

I really can’t give these Xiangluo woods.

The monk was happy with the work of the gods. ”

“Reluctant?”

“No, Master! There is a reason for this! Just because I was in poor health when I was young, my father burned incense in the mountains and made a wish in the temple.

Finally, at Mount Tai, the third prince Bingling, my father promised these five hundred incense trees.

To this day, March 28, the birthday of Lord Bingling, he will go to the temple to pay his vows.

You want something else, I can’t give it to you. ”

After a passage, Wang Hepeng said briefly again on the stage, and before he said a few words, his status of identity became the voice of a great monk again.

“Hey! I know you can’t give it.

It doesn’t matter, you can’t bear I’m willing.

Then I can take it myself. ”

“Ah? You take it yourself. Zhang Junqing shook his heart again, saying that this monk is too crazy. There are five hundred trees all over the mountain. How can you take it yourself?

But before he could say a few words, the great monk left. In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared. ”

“Uncle Zhang was shocked, he couldn’t make sense. He quickly called Zhou Ren and asked the monk where and which temple.

But he knows that.

All had no choice but to move into the house.

After that, I went to the backyard to greet the old lady, and when I came in, the old lady was busy following and was still copying the scriptures. ”

“¨‖Zhang Junqing came in and wanted to talk about the monk, but he swallowed it when he reached his lips. The heart said that it might be what the monk said, but he was ashamed not to say it to him.

He found a word for a moment.

Don’t say this to my mother, lest you think too much. ”

“So I kept the words about this matter, and then I had dinner and cleaned up, and it was time to go to bed. There was no entertainment at that time, and I went to bed early.

According to the current situation, it was almost twelve o’clock in the night.

Uncle Zhang could sleep, he heard the door, smashed the door! ”

“By the way, there are rules for knocking on the door, and you remember that it is the same to this day, no matter who knocks on the door, take a shot first.”

Wang Hepeng picked up Wake Mu and snapped it on the tabletop and made a noise, deliberately explaining this to the audience below. Listening to the book is also a thing of knowledge.

And this is all about the ability of the storyteller and the stuff in his stomach.

“Take two more shots later.”

With two snaps, Xingmu continued to be picked up by Wang Hepeng to make a sound.

“Why? Take this one to tell you that someone has come. After that, I will urge you two more times. This is the rule.

This is the most taboo, sex, sex, life-threatening shooting, it’s only possible for the dead to report funerals. In the past, those old people from Yanjing and Tianjin yelled at the street when they heard you knocking on the door like this.

What kind of filming, it’s not yet Qingming.

Say you shoot the grave. ”

“At this moment Zhang Junqing heard the sound of knocking on the door, very hurried! Hey, he just shot the dead. Uncle Zhang was asleep, and it was wrong when he heard it.

Sit up and yelled, who! ! ”

“Stubborn at the door, uncle, it’s me.

Chief Butler Zhou Ren.

Uncle, get up quickly, nothing happened. ”

“Hurry up and put on your clothes, pull your shoes, and open the door.”

Wang Hepeng leaned forward slightly, his eyebrows frowned, showing Zhang Junqing’s state of anxiety at the moment, “What’s the matter? What happened?”

“Master, there is a fire in the back mountain!”

“quick!!”.