The next day, Chen Man found that after breakfast, there were more and more strangers.

They are all drinkers.

Tonight is our last night at home, and we have to go up the mountain tomorrow morning.

This is the date calculated by Xu Junyang and his grandfather.

Sure enough, in the afternoon, more and more people came.

The afternoon banquet was also much more sumptuous, with chicken, duck, fish and meat all available, and the table was covered with a red plastic film tablecloth.

It took three rounds.

Some people came forward to talk to Chen Man, and Chen Man responded with a smile one by one. She didn't know many of them, but these people would introduce themselves and tell her who they were.

Those who came to drink dispersed after they finished eating.

Chen Man discovered that the funeral gentlemen were wearing more formal clothes tonight, kneeling for an unusually long time, and the etiquette was more complicated.

There were even more people watching the fun, and people were coming in and out.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening and there were basically no people leaving.

Chen Man thought that it might be because it was the final farewell, so everyone stayed a little longer.

At eleven o'clock, I finally finished kneeling.

The funeral gentlemen were taking a break, but Chen Man saw them changing clothes. After they came out, Chen Man almost died of laughter.

Jigong?

Monk Sha?

Tang Monk?

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Is this a performance of Journey to the West and Living Buddha Jigong?

As soon as this look appeared, the tiredness in the eyes of the people below disappeared, and even the children stopped clamoring to go home.

Chen Man was also surprised by what she saw. She had a vague impression that she had seen it before, but it was not very clear.

Now everyone no longer felt cold. They found a plastic stool nearby and sat down, leaving the space between the three tables outside the mourning hall open.

Chen Man took a stool and sat at the back. Everyone squeezed forward so she could warm herself by the fire.

After a while, Leng Leng also came and found a stool to sit next to Chen Man.

"Have you ever seen this kind of excitement?"

Chen Man said, "I have a slight impression. How come this doesn't look like a funeral anymore, it looks more like a play."

"I don't know when it became popular. I didn't have these when I was a kid. Maybe it was just for fun, to make everyone laugh and drive away the bad mood."

Chen Man agreed.

Xu Junyang wears Tang Monk's cassock. He is handsome and has a bit of a flamboyant monk vibe.

This doesn't look like abstinence at all, it's clearly indulgence, especially his pious eyes, which have a bit of the astringent feeling that people talk about nowadays.

Chen Man felt a surge of emotion and bit her lower lip secretly.

With so many people around, she stared at him intently without fear of being discovered.

Then I thought that this was my grandmother's funeral, and that such thoughts were a bit blasphemous, so I quickly put the thought aside.

Recite silently in your heart: Amitabha.

After changing clothes, I connected the speaker at the door to the power in my grandma's room and started playing music.

"My shoes are torn, my hat is torn, and my robes are torn~"

"You laugh at me, he laughs at me, and the fan breaks~"

This damn memory has come back to life. Chen Man watched this TV series in her early years.

While music was playing, a man dressed as Jigong was performing crazily in the open space in front of the mourning hall with a broken fan, as if he was drunk.

The old people and children all laughed out loud.

Chen Man also laughed.

Jigong's solo ended and Journey to the West began again.

Chen Man couldn't help laughing. There were four people performing. It was Monkey King who was carried on the back of his wife, Monk Sha was helping, and Monk Tang was standing aside with his hands folded and chanting.

The laughter of the children at the scene drowned out the speakers, and Chen Man almost died of laughter.

What is this?

The performance is getting more and more outrageous. Take Zhu Bajie for example. He is wearing a mask but is actually taking it off, revealing his true nature.

He teased the children watching the show nearby. The adults nearby encouraged the little boy to chase Zhu Bajie and beat him up. The people around him cheered him on, "Go ahead, chase him and beat him up!"

"Go ahead, if you catch him, I'll give you a hundred dollars!" The child's father also encouraged him.

When the little boy heard the one hundred yuan, his eyes lit up and the children next to him began to cheer him on.

Zhu Bajie took the opportunity to touch his face again.

The little boy now had a shy and angry smile on his face and chased after Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie ran around the mourning hall, and Tang Seng started beating the drum, causing everyone at the scene to burst into laughter.

After circling around for several times, he still couldn't catch up. The little boy had tears in his eyes, and he wanted to cry but stopped.

Seeing this, everyone started to make fun of the little boy's father.

His father took off his coat with a smile and threw it to the woman next to him, then chased after Zhu Bajie.

Someone hurriedly pulled the little boy over to make room for the two of them.

This competition between adults caused everyone to cheer, "We're almost catching up, hurry up!"

"come on!"

"I haven't eaten yet! Run faster!"

"Ahahaha, this is fun."

The little boy looked at his father like a hero, his eyes full of admiration.

"Come on, Dad!! Come on, Dad~~~"

It's like watching a running race. You can see that the ball is about to be caught, but you just can't catch it. It's exciting.

This interactive game lasted until the early morning.

After playing, the beating of gongs and drums continues.

The gentlemen were singing, and after listening to it for a few days, Chen Man got used to it and even found it quite nice, but she couldn't hear clearly what they were singing.

They were very relaxed and just now they were interacting with the audience, which made the whole place burst into laughter.

But now it makes people feel awe and awe. This may be the awe of the unknown, the respect for the dead, and the respect for this profession.

Every bow Xu Junyang made was filled with awe, and every bow was neither hurried nor slow.

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