Creation Color Master

The theater gate had been closed and the stage was already crowded with people, about a thousand people at a glance, making the originally empty theater feel a bit crowded.

Wang Hong and Chu Mo sat on the armchair in the middle of the front, with Captain Xu beside them. The play being performed on the stage was "The Red-Maned Horse", which had thirteen acts and was very popular among the people.

Watching the actors' hard work on the stage, Wang Hong turned to Chu Mo and said, "Boss Chu, each of your actors is a hidden talent. Not only do they sing impeccably, but they also have great accomplishments."

Chu Mo was shocked after hearing this. In the several contacts over the past three years, Wang Hong always came, listened and left, and never said more than a few words to him. Could it be that he was exposed?

But he remained calm on the surface and said, "Old Master Wang, you are joking. We, the opera singers, have always been in the underworld, and now we are even lower class. What we need to cultivate is to observe the various aspects of life and use the emotions of all living beings as nourishment. The joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of the audience are the best choices to improve our spirituality. It is an advantage for everyone here to have some cultivation."

Wang Hong listened to Chu Mo's answer, nodded in agreement, and asked, "If I remember correctly, Boss Chu's family seems to be a family of opera, but there is an opera inheritance."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "That's true, but I've been busy with theater affairs for the past three years and haven't performed on stage for a long time. My cultivation is hard to describe. I'm only at the fifth level of spiritual cultivation now."

That’s right. The cultivation level Chu Mo has shown to the outside world now is the fifth stage of entering the spiritual realm. He is a theater owner who has not even reached the first level and cannot even be considered a cultivator.

Wang Hong nodded and said, "That's right. Since your father left and never came back, you have suffered a lot. Now you have surpassed him. I believe your father's spirit in heaven will be happy too."

Chu Mo seemed to have thought of something and did not answer Wang Hong's question.

Wang Hong was not angry at the side, he just pointed at a young general wearing silver armor on the stage and said: "This man is only twenty years old, but he has such skills, and his cultivation has reached the first level of entering the spirit. Judging from his long breath, I am afraid he can already try to break through to the first level of nurturing spirit."

Chu Mo paused after hearing this. How come he had never heard of this realm before? So he asked, "Master Wang, I have a question. I heard you just mentioned the Soul-Nourishing Stage. Isn't the first stage of my Xi family called the Ancient Spirit? What kind of realm is this Soul-Nourishing Stage?"

Wang Hong sighed softly and said, "It is a relief to chat with you. I will answer your questions today."

"What you call the ancient spirit is just the name you call it in your theater. Our military school calls it the military evil spirit, the Taoist calls it the self-forgetfulness, the Confucian calls it the literary spirit, etc. These are all names for the various schools of thought. Nowadays, the establishment of each dynasty is not conducive to the rule of the king; and the division of realms of each school is too chaotic, so a unified standard for dividing realms was formulated."

The initial absorption of spiritual practice is the ninth level of spiritual entry. Among them, the ninth level is the lowest and the first level is the highest.

Then there are the four realms and twelve levels.

First level: Soul-raising level, Soul-accumulating level, Soul-summoning level

Second stage: body-replenishing stage, consciousness-enhancing stage, soul-pregnant stage

Three realms: Purple Mansion, Open Heaven, and Cave Heaven

Four realms: Derivation, Self, and Sainthood

Each level is further divided into four levels: low, medium, high, and peak. This is the current division of cultivation realms.

After listening to Wang Hong's introduction, Chu Mo had a great understanding of this world again. In the past, he only knew about the four realms, but he didn't know the detailed divisions among them. Who made him act low-key in the past three years, and he usually interacted with civilians? Of course, this was also what Chu Mo did deliberately. The secrets in himself could not be exposed until he became strong.

Wang Hong seemed to be in a good mood today. After answering Chu Mo's question, he pointed at the young general in silver armor and said, "This person has a talent for military strategy, but unfortunately he chose the path of drama. It's a pity."

Chu Mo smiled helplessly upon hearing this and said, "Old Master Wang, we are living in troubled times now. It's good enough to be alive. We are all struggling for life. How can we have the right to choose?"

Hearing this, Wang Hong looked at Chu Mo and said with a smile: "No wonder Boss Chu has achieved such success in three years. He has such a clear understanding of life. It is I who underestimated you."

Chu Mo didn't dare to attract too much attention, and said: "That's it, but I have experienced the ups and downs of life in the past three years, and I will always understand some truths. I am already satisfied to be able to prosper the theater and no longer worry about food and clothing."

Wang Hong patted Chu Mo on the shoulder and said, "Boss Chu, don't underestimate yourself. As you said, in troubled times, strength is everything. Sometimes disasters come without warning. Practicing well is the right way to go."

Chu Mo paused after hearing this and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Old Master Wang."

Having said this, Wang Hong stopped talking and just watched the show quietly. Chu Mo didn't bother him and was also immersed in his cultivation.

I saw that under the influence of the audience's opera, whether happy, angry, or sad, spiritual substances were produced and floated into the bodies of the actors on the stage. Only a few were absorbed by Chu Mo.

On the side, Wang Hong was not immersed in the play, but was secretly observing. When Chu Mo's father was still alive, he often came to listen to the play. For some reason, he always felt a hint of mystery in Chu Mo.

At this moment, Wang Hong didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the actors on the stage had more lively eyes, and even the colors of their costumes were brighter.

When he looked closely, nothing seemed to have changed.

As the song ended, from morning to night, the whole day went by, and everyone seemed tireless and remained enthusiastic.

Before leaving, Wang Hong threw a cloth bag onto the stage as a reward.

Rewards have existed in opera houses since ancient times and are divided into two types. One is like Wang Hong, who throws the reward onto the stage, which means rewarding everyone; and when the audience goes on stage and hands the reward to a certain actor, it belongs to the individual and even the theater has no right to take it back.

After seeing off the last guest and closing the door, Chu Mo suddenly felt that he had gained a lot today.

The puppets were not idle either, but started cleaning the theater. Soon, the entire theater returned to its original state.

After waving his hand to put away all the puppets, Chu Mo walked towards the depths of the theater.

After returning to the house, Chu Mo said, "Hongyi, inform them to stay alert and no one is allowed to enter the theater."

The next moment, a delicate voice rang out from inside the house: "Don't worry, my lord. No one can enter the theater."

The Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts is a trump card in Chu Mo's hand. They are distributed in the dark corners of the theater, responsible for vigilance and protection. They are all ghost cultivators.

These include mother-and-child evil spirits, flying head evil spirits, five elements evil spirits, hanged ghosts, wood poison ghosts, black water ghosts, cast gold ghosts, fire ghosts, buried earth ghosts, red-clothed evil spirits, charm ghosts, candlelight ghosts, drowned ghosts, poisonous smoke ghosts, gambling ghosts, drunkards, black and white evil spirits, grave evil spirits, red and white evil spirits, lustful ghosts, starving ghosts, blood wedding clothes, etc., totaling one hundred leather puppets.

Chu Mo waved his hand, and a tall figure appeared in the room. He was wearing armor and had a head full of silver hair, but he looked majestic, with an aura as deep as the sea. The golden blade in his hand exuded endless chill.

The general who appeared saluted and said, "Yang Jiye pays respect to the lord. I wonder why the lord has summoned me?"

Chu Mo said, "It's like this. I gained a lot from talking with Old Master Wang today. I want to ask you, can you tell who is stronger between you and him?"

Yang Jiye said in a deep voice: "According to what Patriarch Wang said, I guess his cultivation should be around the upper level of the First Level Spirit Summoning Realm, but he seems to have some hidden injuries on his body. If we really fight, I will be able to kill him in three rounds."

The Yang family generals, who were famous for their loyalty in his memory, were another trump card in his hand, a trump card that truly allowed him to gain a foothold in troubled times.