Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 68: Drunken Guan Gong (Please collect, please vote for monthly ticket, please recommend ticket)

Meng Fan and Gao Dazhuang followed the parade in silence.

Suddenly, the actor who played Guan Gong, after drinking several kilograms of white wine, turned around, left the social performance team, turned around and strode into an alley and came to a Guan Gong temple.

Looking at the statue of Guandi, he seemed full of helplessness and sadness. He burned yellow paper in front of the temple with tears in his eyes. Then he shook his head and left again, staggering and helpless.

Meng Fan used his eyes to look at the man, and saw that he was wearing a green robe with a golden dragon pattern and holding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade. His body was filled with a faint divinity, and the originally ordinary Guan Gong facial mask was filled with radiant golden light.

If you look closely at his facial mask, you can see that underneath the mask is an old, wrinkled face.

"It's him!"

Meng Fan said to Gao Dazhuang.

The man was seen leaving the Guan Gong Temple and continuing to follow the parade. When he met people begging for good health, he would smear red paint from his facial mask and apply it on their foreheads.

Wielding a Qinglong Yanyue Spring and Autumn Sword, he is used to seeing the sufferings of all living beings in the world. He wants to eradicate the injustice in the world, but he doesn't know where to start.

“This person…?”

Gao Dazhuang frowned and couldn't help but say, "He seems to be in a very bad condition!"

Meng Fan nodded: "The divine mask is a technique used by singers to communicate directly with gods through singing and dancing, and to convey the gods' will through mysterious and ancient rituals."

"Use unknown methods to collect the spiritual energy that people reveal when they worship God and seal it up."

“When necessary, just act. Act until others believe it, act until you believe it yourself. Act with your life, act like a god with yourself, and become a god with yourself.”

"The prostitutes use unknown means to steal people's worship power, thus generating a certain power derived from faith; the consciousness based on legendary figures or gods generated on this basis is called - Godhead!"

"The mask is the carrier of the divine spirit. It needs to go through a ritual in advance to attach consciousness to it so that the actors can use it. From the moment the mask is attached to the face, it becomes one with the character."

"This man's attainments in divine masks are extraordinary. At this moment, he is indeed Guan Gong!"

After the community firework show, Meng Fan and Gao Dazhuang found the man.

I saw that she had already taken off her makeup and was sitting in front of a small stall drinking wine with a bowl of spicy, garlic and lamb blood.

Meng Fan sat opposite him, looking at his old, white-haired and worried face, and judged that he should be at least seventy years old. However, according to the records in Nadoutong, he was actually only about sixty years old.

Meng Fan clasped his fists and said, "Senior, may I bother you for a moment?"

The man ate the remaining spicy garlic lamb blood in a few mouthfuls, wiped the chili oil from his mouth without hesitation, coughed a few times, and asked, "Tell me, what do you want from an old man like me?"

"Are you Mr. Lin Mingshu Lin?"

Mr. Lu glanced at Meng Fan, then looked at Gao Dazhuang behind Meng Fan, and said with a smile: "The man behind you is not simple. He came out from there."

"You are not simple either, your form is light but your energy is heavy, you look like a god!"

Meng Fan smiled and said, "I don't deserve such praise from you, old man. This time I came here to ask for a favor. I would like to borrow your divine mask to see how it works."

After hearing this, the old man didn't get angry, but sneered: "Hey, we are just a bunch of street performers, we can't compare to those masters, and there are people who want to learn this trick?"

Meng Fan nodded: "No matter what kind of skills they are, they were all worked out by our predecessors with great effort and they have spent a lot of time and energy on them. There is no way to distinguish between high and low!"

Afterwards, Meng Fan said modestly: "To be honest with you, the skills passed down in my family are even worse. I'm a beast who is looked down upon by everyone, just a juggler." Old Master Lin would not believe Meng Fan's empty words. If it was really a juggling skill, how could there be someone like that to protect it.

So he asked with an inquiring look: "Can I know what you will do with this technique after learning it?"

Meng Fan shook his head: "It cannot be said, it cannot be described, but I will guarantee that it will be used for the right purpose!"

The old man immediately looked as if he understood.

"Gao Da Zhuang!"

"Give me the ID."

Meng Fan handed over the certificate of Company 139. Mr. Lin looked at the stamp on it, then looked at Meng Fan and Gao Dazhuang, nodded, and tears welled up in his eyes unknowingly.

The main reason was that Gao Dazhuang had a unique upright temperament, which made the old man very familiar with him and chose to believe him.

He had played Guan Gong all his life, so he still had the ability to judge people. He just sighed and said, "Come with me, I'll give it to you."

"Grandpa, don't you want to ask something?" Meng Fan asked curiously.

Unexpectedly, the old man pointed at Meng Fan's ID and said with a smile: "Based on this stamp, I believe you."

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Meng Fan got the inheritance of the divine mask as he wished. The moment Grandpa Lin handed it to Meng Fan, his spine, which had been straight all along, seemed to bend and he lost some of his energy.

He said, "Master asked me to pass it on, but after all these years, I have not found a suitable successor. But now it is all right. I am relieved to hand it over to you. It can be regarded as putting my mind at ease."

Afterwards, he walked out of the door in a carefree manner, singing: "He wears a golden crown with fluttering phoenix wings, and has phoenix eyes and silkworm eyebrows, showing a heroic figure. He supports the ruler of the Han Dynasty with loyalty and righteousness, and goes into battle with his crescent-shaped sword..."

Watching the figure of Mr. Lin leaving.

Meng Fan had a complicated expression and said slowly, "He won't live long."

"Why?" Gao Dazhuang was puzzled.

"To practice the Godhead Mask is to carry the divinity with one's own life. The weaker one's life is, the greater the risk of losing one's own nature when using the Godhead Mask."

"What's more, he uses his divine power to help others get rid of diseases and disasters, which consumes his own energy and cultivation. At his age, how much of his energy and cultivation can he have left?"

"Also, I vaguely sensed that he seemed to have a hidden injury in his lungs. He is a respectable man. He has played Guan Gong all his life. Isn't he also Guan Gong?"

Every difficulty will be overcome, and the road ahead is long and bright.

Gao Dazhuang actually had one thing that he hadn't told Meng Fan. From the traces of Mr. Lin's walking, sitting and lying, he could more or less see a shadow that was similar to himself.

In other words, when the old man was young...

Meng Fan turned his head and looked at Gao Dazhuang: "Let's go, it's time for us to do our work. Let's go back to Division 139 first. Now that we have both things in hand, it's time to test my idea."

Gao Dazhuang nodded, and the moment he turned around, he silently saluted in his heart. They were not dead, they were just gradually withering away.

(End of this chapter)