Chapter 60
It took eight hundred years for Tiandao to issue a decree, and the stingy Bara leaked some merit from the cracks of his fingers and gave out a share to each immortal family.
For the sake of this party's supervision, it can be said that the supervisory office is all out. The Jade Emperor personally sits in the town, the East Prince and the West Queen each bring people to the stage, and the Fengdu Ghost Emperor Yan Luo also lined up to fill the security of the entire venue.
Yang Jian even took 18 dogs out in one breath, and one of the security guards in the key places was guaranteed to be safe.
Pixiu saw that he rarely changed his clothes and didn't wear a uniform today, so he walked over and patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Why are you going out in casual clothes today? Erlang Zhenjun."
"What casual clothes?"
As soon as Yang Jian turned around, the surnamed Pi discovered that the T-shirt on this fellow's body was actually printed with the head of the roaring dog.
Human heads and dog heads are interspersed, and the four characters I love Xiaotian are written in the middle, which is shocking.
Pixiu: …
Pixiu: "Excuse me, are you desperately Saburo?"
"Actually, it's not bad. It's much simpler than when I split the mountain to save my mother." Yang Jian said lightly.
The roaring dog beside him was the opposite today. He was wearing a tailored suit, his usual messy black hair was neatly combed, and he stood up straight. dog.
He just had a stinky face as always, ignoring everyone except Yang Jian, not even Wen Xi who watched him take a step back.
The roaring dog wrinkled his nose and said suddenly, "I smell a monkey smell."
Yang Jian glanced at Pixiu and asked, "You brought all the monkeys in the store?"
"Yeah, help me watch the venue, and the security guards make up the number of people." Pixiu smiled: "There are some people you can't control, but a few monkeys can."
Seeing Yang Jian pursing his lips and not speaking, he spread his hands and said, "Don't be so nervous, they won't play."
"No." Yang Jian suddenly sank his face and looked towards the door of the studio: "Ji Ji is here."
Wen Xi wanted to turn his head to look, but Pi Xiu held his head and pulled him into his arms.
Pixiu: "It's coming, what are you afraid of him doing?"
Yang Jian: "You and I are not afraid, but others are afraid."
Pi Xiu turned his head and glanced at Nezha among the children, and said lightly: "The immortal officials have Jade Emperor in charge, and the little brat has Nezha. It's only for one night, so you don't need to worry too much."
The third eye on Yang Jian's forehead opened, staring at Jairie, who was surrounded by fat horses and dressed as Chow Yun-fat, the God of Beach Gamblers. Erlang Shen, who has always been hanging high above his own business, rarely showed a bit of an unhappy expression.
Wen Xi was pressed against his face by Pi Xiu and said dully: "You let go, I'm going to be out of breath."
"Nonsense, you've been dead for hundreds of years, what can you breathe?" Pi Xiu let go of his hand and whispered, "When I'm not going to perform, you can sit on your chair and don't run around."
Wen Xi: "Got it, you've said it eight hundred times."
"I'm really worried, I'll let someone stand by your seat." Yang Jian said lightly.
Pixiu nodded and thanked him, and walked towards the seat with Wen Xi.
"You'll have to watch my performance later, and you'll have to write three thousand words after watching it. If you can't write it, I'll ask you for trouble." Pixiu sat down with him in his arms.
Wenxi: "People only write three hundred and sixty-eight when they go to Yueyang Tower. How many minutes do you want to show? You want me to write three thousand."
"That three thousand is too much, a thousand words is not much." Pi Xiu said.
Wen Xi smiled: "I can read three words enough."
He leaned against Pi Xiu and whispered in his ear, "You are so handsome."
The cold air hit his ears, Pi Xiu put his arms around his waist, lowered his voice and said, "Do you deliberately say that outside to hook me?"
Wen Xi smiled and pushed him: "I'm telling the truth, you..."
Suddenly the flash in the corner lit up, and Wen Xi closed his eyes: "Why is someone filming here?"
Pixiu looked back and saw that the little monster had disappeared. He said with a dark face, "It's okay, I guess I took a picture and posted it on the forum. I'll say hello to Feng Du and let him remember to delete the post."
After being interrupted, Wen Xi no longer wanted to play, and sat in peace talking to Pi Xiu, eating fruit, and waiting for the show to start.
All the fairies and monsters who are still alive are here. They bring their families and pets with them. People come and go in the corridor, and it doesn't take long for the seats to be filled with people.
There were also two little radishes drooling watching Wenxi eating cherries. When the parents saw Pixiu beside him, they quickly hugged the child and apologized and left.
The slightly famous monsters all came to say hello to Pi Ancestor. Wen Xian sat quietly beside him, observing Pi Xiu who was talking to them, and felt that the old monster was different from the past.
It seemed that too many people came, Pixiu felt a little annoyed, and with a frown, he pinned the monsters who still wanted to come up and talk a few words, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
Su An didn't know where to get out of, and with a push of his glasses, he walked towards the group of monsters and gods. After saying a few words, the group dispersed, and returned the quiet to Pixiu.
"Boss, everything you said has been arranged. There are nearly 3,000 people in the group." Su An whispered.
Pixiu: "Be sure to finalize all the votes."
Su An nodded: "Don't worry, I have arranged everything. I am monitoring the votes of the remaining few at any time, and I will report to you immediately if there is any abnormality."
Pixiu nodded and raised his hand to let him go to his seat to continue working.
Wen Xi looked at it coldly, thinking that it was just a vote, and that it was like a secret operation, which was quite effective.
The number of people entering the venue gradually decreased, and the monkeys followed after the tour.
As Ren Jiao and Qiu Fu returned to the seats near Pixiu, they sat down and waited for the show to start.
The program supervised by the program is ranked first. Several giants of the heavenly court come to the stage together, and the large-scale historical stage play has been interspersed with the three times of Pangu’s creation of the world and the three clean-ups. Collapse, until the establishment of a new society, Nanhai has drawn a circle and played it clearly.
Pixiu held his chin and thought that this was too boring. It would be better to watch the old fairies in the heavenly belly dance. He peeled a grape and fed it to Wen Xi's mouth, who was enjoying it: "Open your mouth."
"Hey, they said that you also fought against Chiyou at that time, is that true?" Wen Xi asked.
Pixiu: "Really, Huangdi gave me a lot of money to show up, and he painted my appearance as a totem, which made me receive a little merit."
Wen Xi glanced at him, thinking that he was really focused on accumulating money for thousands of years, and he was a stingy time-honored brand.
The very official program of the supervisor's office finally ended, and suddenly there was a roar in the sound, and lightning bolted in the house, frightening Wen Xi to lean into Pi Xiu's arms.
"Why is there still thunder in the house?"
Qiu Fu raised his chin at the winged birdman near the ceiling: "Lei Zhenzi is thundering with his stick, it is estimated that the twelve golden immortals are going to play."
Pi Xiu covered Wen Xi's ears, thinking that a bunch of old people were getting older, so he wouldn't be afraid of attracting lightning to him.
The martial arts performance of being a good man has undergone artistic processing by various immortals, and various magic sword arrays have appeared one after another. Yao Chi Xian provoked.
You may not be able to dance the square dance, but the magic must be our first!
The final shape of the opening of the human peacock has been frozen, and we have won the award for the best collective program!
The fairies of Yaochi stood under the stage and glared angrily. These lousy old men were very bad. They took advantage of the fact that they changed the order in which they came on stage while they were putting on makeup and changing clothes. Otherwise, they were the ones standing on the stage now. !
The Queen Mother of the West, who was a guest performer as a special guest, saw that they were all unhappy, and quickly comforted: "It's okay, we will attack and we will not be worse than them."
The music sounded, and it was still the same old way of celebrating the birthday of Yaochi, but this time, the Queen Mother of the West was not the protagonist, but the fairies of Yaochi, all dressed in gold and silver, floating out like a moving jewelry display stand, from hair to toes, mainly highlighting wealth and honor. Character.
When it comes to showing off their wealth, they win.
Pi Xiu suddenly regained his energy, pointed to the two people floating in the front and said to Wen Xi, "I will give you the exact same set at that time."
Wen Xi squinted at the dazzling splendor on the stage, and said slowly, "No way..."
The Yaochi birthday song is a traditional dance song in the heaven, and it used to be performed every year at the Peach Banquet. If the Pan Tao Banquet is the Spring Festival Gala in Heaven, then the Yaochi Birthday Song is an unforgettable evening in Heaven.
But today's unforgettable tonight has evolved to a pop-Yaochi birthday. When the fairies finished the adapted knife group dance and stepped off the stage, applause broke out from the audience, and it didn't stop.
It's already 2019, who doesn't like a beautiful sister who can sing and dance pop?
In this battle, after all, the teacher who only knows boxing loses.
In the grand applause, the old, weak, sick and disabled Eight Immortals came on stage, which was still the familiar taste of crossing the sea, but there were also nostalgic audiences who cheered loudly.
Although everyone agrees, but they don't know what's good.
Under the curtain, a bass pluck suddenly pierced through all the noise, the Sanskrit sound burst, and the yellow light was focused on the stage, and the Buddha light above the head of Sakyamuni, who was standing at the front, waved to the audience.
Western Teaching Special Program! Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra heavy metal rock version!
Sakyamuni sings, Kong Xuan plays drums, Manjushri guitar, Puxian bass.
Guanyin playing disc, the most deadly!
The sound wave is too strong! Do not shake will be hit the ground!
The atmosphere was mobilized, and the studio turned into a disco. It's better to dance, and it's better to dance when watching a show. Anyway, Akira is over.
When the old guys who danced with the demons finished their performances and stopped, the audience's emotions calmed down, and it was the turn of the little guys to play.
Pi Shaodi and his class were in the second-to-last class, and the first two lower-grade children finished their performances, and it was their turn immediately. Ren Jiao had long been squatting in front of the stage with a long gun and a short cannon, ready to shoot Pi Jubao's first stage experience with no dead ends in 360 degrees.
When the little broom came out with the broom, Wen Xi started to applaud. Pixiu looked over and found that although the small broom was inconspicuous in the restaurant, it stood out among his classmates.
The 80-year-old 1.75-year-old child was wearing a short squirrel costume and stood on the stage seriously and sweeping the floor. Wen Xi's mobile phone was also held up on the seat and locked firmly, making a small video.
Everyone else was watching Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, only the restaurant guy was watching the squirrel sweeping the floor in the corner.
Hou Er smacked his lips: "As far as Jubao's height and appearance are concerned, we should play that prince. What's the matter with playing a squirrel, a squirrel stands taller than anyone else, I don't know, I think the mouse is a jerk."
"An incompetent mouse won't sweep the floor." Su An pushed his glasses and looked at Pi Jubao on the stage, feeling that he had discovered a new business opportunity.
The four programs of the little brats were completed, and the voting contestants from all walks of life also began to appear on stage one after another. Pixiu sat for a while and got up to wait.
He told the guys around him to look after Wen Xi, be careful not to let the messy people, monsters and ghosts come over, and then kissed Wen Xi in front of everyone and said, "Don't run around."
Wen Xi blushed and said that he knew, and the old monster walked backstage.
There were too many players and the crowd was crowded in the backstage. Pixiu used a demonic coercion to fight his way to his waiting room. He opened the door and was stunned. He looked at Nezha with two buns on the sofa and said. Not speaking.
Pixiu closed and opened the door, opened and closed, until Nezha scolded and rolled in before entering the room.
Pixiu: "Where do you sing?"
Nezha was wearing a fitness suit, sitting on the sofa and smoking a cigarette.
He patted the Qiankun Circle and Huntian Ling next to him, and said angrily: "Circle exercise leads exercise, Lao Tzu performs rhythmic gymnastics!"