I write novels in Liyue

"I wonder if Xiaoqian has been reincarnated yet..."

Ning Caichen gazed at the grave with a look of longing.

"Actually, being born at the wrong time is worse than being a ghost."

Hu Chixia said.

Seeing this, a hint of anticipation flashed in Fang Qiu's eyes. She glanced at Hu Tao beside her and saw that Hu Tao was focused on the stage, so she couldn't help but smile faintly.

Yun Jin on the stage looked at Fang Qiu and Hu Tao below the stage, smiled slightly, and then asked the actor who played Hu Chixia.

"Master Hu, where do you plan to go from now on?"

"Let's find a place and open a shop that caters to funerals and helps ghosts like Nie Xiaoqian, who still have unfulfilled wishes from their past lives, to be reborn in the afterlife."

Hu Chixia waved his hand and said.

"Then I will definitely come and support your business."

Ning Caichen said.

"You idiot, you've wasted all that time studying. You'll die later than me."

"Then I can make a reservation in advance."

"That's fine too. You're quite magnanimous to book your own funeral in advance. Speaking of which, you're quite cultured. Help me come up with a name for the shop."

Upon hearing this conversation, everyone in the audience was taken aback. Something seemed off, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it...

Chapter 543 Who Can Control the Birth and Death of Fate?

Arranging a funeral and sending someone off to the afterlife?

Pre-booking?

Rebirth...

Rebirth...tang?

The moment this idea came to mind, Ning Caichen said, "Then let's call it the Hall of Rebirth."

The true intentions have been revealed!

Everyone present was stunned.

Only then did they realize what was wrong.

"It's actually the Hall of Rebirth! Could Hu Chixia be the founder of the Hall of Rebirth?"

“I once heard that the Hall of Rebirth was founded in a chaotic era when evil spirits were rampant, people were suffering, and cholera was rampant. The founder of the Hall of Rebirth established the Hall of Rebirth, quelled the cholera, and protected the peace between the Yin and Yang realms.”

"Is it really such a long history? Come to think of it, the head of the Rebirth Hall, Hu, often claims to be the seventy-seventh head... If she's not just making things up, it's quite possible."

"So, it's very likely that 'A Chinese Ghost Story' is an adaptation of the history of the Hall of Rebirth?"

"So there's such a story behind it... It seems I've been misunderstanding the Hall of Rebirth all along."

"However, I still feel something's off. You know, the merchandise for works like 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy' and 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms' is mostly sculptures, art books, and music CDs, but for 'A Chinese Ghost Story,' the merchandise has become a 'death package' for getting yourself into the afterlife..."

"Do you think Wangshengtang will release some kind of 'A Chinese Ghost Story' co-branded wooden plaque?"

"Given that hall master's style of doing things, I can only say that it's very likely..."

"I'll definitely get myself a special package deal after I leave!"

"Speaking of which, the realms of Yin and Yang... does that mean there really are ghosts in this world?"

"Of course! I was attacked by a pervert yesterday, it was terrifying!"

"But you're a man."

“Men need to protect themselves more when they are out. A few nights ago, my cousin was dragged into an alley and raped by three female perverts on the street.”

"Hiss... Such a good thing... No, such a scandalous thing? Where is that place? I'll go there tonight, I must give them a good scolding."

"It's no use. Those three women offered to give my cousin 100,000 Mora every month to support him. Plus, they're all very beautiful, so my cousin has already accepted them. I bet they're still at home doing business right now."

"Aren't you going to try to persuade your cousin?"

"I tried to persuade him, but my cousin told me not to meddle..."

"This is truly a sad story..."

The crowd discussed it animatedly, but no one could come to a conclusion as to whether ghosts actually existed.

Hu Tao's eyes lit up, and her pretty face was filled with unspeakable joy. She turned to look at Fang Qiu, and they happened to meet eyes.

"So? Do you like the gift I gave you?"

Fang Qiu smiled and asked.

"Thank you, Fang Qiu, I like it very much."

The walnuts were a delightful surprise.

She originally thought that Fang Qiu's inclusion of the Hu-surname hero and the concept of the Hall of Rebirth in his works was a gift from Fang Qiu to her.

Unexpectedly, the ending held such a big surprise.

Beidou and the others were also taken aback and started chatting with Fang Qiu.

"So there's another way."

Zhongli smiled calmly.

but.

The gift Fang Qiu gave to the Hall Master will likely cause a huge stir in Liyue's commercial district.

Just as everyone was discussing this, a zither and a flute melody rang out from the stage.

The once bustling Heyu Teahouse immediately fell silent.

The two instruments played in succession, like a stream flowing through the forest.

It is serene and melodious.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the music, and then a melancholic and sorrowful voice began to sing.

"Life's journey is as long as a beautiful dream, filled with wind and frost, the wind and frost stinging our faces. In this mortal world, how many directions do our beautiful dreams take? Searching for the beloved we so fondly dream of, the road stretches endlessly with us..."

The singing echoed in the teahouse, captivating everyone who listened.

It was as if the story of Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian was unfolding before my eyes.

It is the surprise of first encounter, the burning passion of deep love, and the pain of separation.

The singing was captivating, melodious, and plaintive.

A song that breaks my heart, where in the world can I find a kindred spirit?

It tells the story of the vicissitudes of life.

The sounds of the xiao and qin were like the lives of Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian; first the xiao sounded, then it intertwined and entwined with the qin.

In this mortal world, how many directions is happiness? Like the wind and rain of a dream, the road stretches endlessly before us...

The song ended, and the piano music gradually faded away.

Only the sound of the flute remained, lingering and fading into the distance, just like the initial solo flute performance that eventually became barely audible.

Just like Ning Caichen and Hu Chixia, who were determined to open a shrine for the deceased, riding their horses together, they gradually disappeared into the sunset.

The opera also came to an end.

Quiet.

Quiet.

The entire place was deathly silent; even the sobs ceased. Only the sound of the wind, the distant, faint sound of waves, and the bustling sounds of the streets outside the Heyu Teahouse could be heard.

They were so captivated by the lingering charm of this song that spoke of life that they couldn't tear themselves away.

Only tears kept sliding down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes.

The road stretches endlessly before us...

After a long silence, thunderous applause erupted. Everyone's eyes were red and tears were streaming down their faces. They were sobbing uncontrollably and could only keep clapping their hands.

The evening breeze blows, and the lights flicker.

Under the tearful gazes of the crowd, the members of Yunhan Society expressed their gratitude and stepped down from the stage.

"Waaaaah, Xiaoqian, my Xiaoqian..."

"After watching it, I felt a sense of loss, as if a piece of my heart was missing... It made me want to cry..."

"Are you referring to the fact that you're 27 and still single?"

"Kid, are you looking for trouble?"

"In this mortal world, how many directions can happiness take... Alas, life is unpredictable, and the encounters of fate are beyond human control..."

"She was born before you were born, and you were born after she had grown old... Born at the wrong time... Perhaps this is just how life is..."

"The arising and ceasing of causes and conditions are vast; besides the Emperor himself, how many others can truly control the cycle of life and death..."

After a moment of silence, a sigh escaped.

Finally, the silence was broken by a song.

"Life's journey is as long as a beautiful dream, ta-da-da-da, ta-da-da-da-da..."

"Shut up, you shameless old scoundrel, you bearded wretch! How could you sing this song like this? You don't even remember the lyrics!"

"I don't think I have much talent when it comes to singing."

"Damn it, if you don't have talent, don't sing. What's the point of singing nonsense!"

Those viewers whose sad memories were stirred by the story and songs of "A Chinese Ghost Story" only found them noisy.

"It's so cruel. They clearly love each other, but they can't be together because of death..."

Xiangling's eyes dimmed.

"Yes."

Paimon nodded emphatically in agreement.