God's Trickster

[Weird Folklore] + [God Enters the Drama] + [Crazy Criticism of the Protagonist] + [Lost Identity] + [Rule Confrontation] The actors are heartless and the stage is lifeless. "Master often says that opera singers must regard themselves as actors so that the opera can survive." Qi Xiaolou believed it. But what he sang was not an excerpt for mortals, but a "send-off opera" for the gods and Buddhas in the sky and the ghosts of the dead. When Qi Xiaolou painted Guan Gong's red face, he could really chop open the decapitated ghost with one knife; when he put on the phoenix-winged purple gold crown of the Monkey King, he could smash the City God's Temple with one stick. Everyone praised Qi Xiaolou like crazy and said he was a living god. But they didn't know that the paint on Qi Xiaolou's face could no longer be washed off. Every time I take off my makeup, there is an extra face in the mirror. Guan Gong's red phoenix eyes were sneering, Xiang Yu's double pupils were bleeding, and even the captivating impermanence was whispering in his ear. Qi Xiaolou gradually couldn't tell whether he was a living person or a stage full of gods and ghosts.