daily life of buddhism

Rewind the time to two hours ago.

To some extent, the boss battle is the climax of the whole film, and the venue is naturally different from the one full of mountains.

The location was chosen by the water.

It is the largest lake in Zhaoyao Mountain, and the landforms are also the most abundant, allowing all kinds of spells to be used: it can be faked to look good.

Before the actors were in place, the array repairers arrived first.

In order to prevent fellow Taoists from playing high and not end well, and to ensure that martial arts masters and newly added celestial masters do not go through the gang, various defenses and auxiliary formations are necessary—every successful shooting is inseparable from the work after the opening For mortals, array cultivation is really behind the scenes, the kind that doesn't know the existence of the other party at all.

Fairy Lianhua lowered her head, her eyes sparkled red, and she held a pen in her hand, drawing the runes deftly.

Unusual dexterity.

It's like writing, not the poor female cultivator who lost her memory, failed the audition, and was introduced to the formation repair team by her old friend, but a big boss with a well-thought-out plan.

The complex runes only show faint lines when the pen tip is no longer in contact with it, and then disappear into the earth and rocks without any trace.

Fairy Lianhua leaned slightly.

She's strategically placed, just so she can block the view of her colleagues.

"Fellow Taoist Lianhua, let's go."

"Ah."

Fairy Lianhua got up, her body was thin, her temperament was weak, her white dress was even thinner, no matter how she looked at it, she was pitiful.

The formation repairers finished their work and left the stage. After a while, the actors and other crew members came, took their positions, put on a posture, and then——

Disappear collectively.

The mountain wind blew, and the remaining four people on the field were speechless.

Zhu Liang: "..."

Tang Yao: "..."

Zheng Hongwen: "..."

Zhong Luo: "..."

——So why is he on duty today?

——Zhong, a special commissioner from the Ninth Office, felt a river of sadness in his heart.

Unlike the other three comrades who couldn't figure out the situation, Zhong Luo understood at a glance that someone was obstructing and sent all the monks with spiritual power.

Only mortals are left.

At this time, it is still more gregarious to pretend to be an innocent person.

Maintaining the same dazed expression as everyone else, Zhong Luo stood upright.

Someone knelt down.

Mr. Zheng bowed down: "Sanqing has manifested!"

Immersed in the anger and powerlessness of being deceived Zhu Liang: "..."

He took out his mobile phone and tried to contact the rest of the crew, Tang Yao: "..."

Thinking about how to write a report Zhong Luo: "..."

at the same time--

An Yiyuan remembered what he forgot.

Yue Peng.

For An Yiyuan, whose concept of time is no different from that of ordinary people, two months of filming is enough to make him forget some things, especially when he is busy with work, but for Dapeng, two months are so short, and the previous relationship is so vivid. In my eyes... No matter how I think about it, if Dapeng wants to play the villain, he will only play the boss.

Affected by the tastes of readers, the bosses in the author's works nowadays often have lofty ideals such as saving the world, have a tragic past with tragic love and hate entanglement, and although their methods of acting do not conform to the core values ​​of socialism, they are cruel and tyrannical and have a morbid charm. In the depths of my soul, there will occasionally be a piece of (white) clean (ke) soil (energy), the most important thing is to be good-looking, enough to make people's three views follow his five senses.

What Zhu Liang wrote was just such a boss.

It's really... so compelling.

I always feel that it is completely in line with the aesthetics of the male bird show bag.

I also want to know that this kind of boss with a deep plot line to be dug is not a one-off, and will frequently block the protagonist's path until he is completely ko/washed, so if he wants to make a sequel, does he have to invite this boss? Are the grandparents involved?

Suddenly, I feel that the future is not bright.

In the white mist, a hand held his.

The familiar temperature and touch are not Jing Fan, nor Xiao Qi.

An Yiyuan squeezed.

Get pinched back.

Pinch again.

Get pinched back again.

"........."

White mist filled the air, and in the mist, Yue Peng, the only black hand behind the scenes who kept his vision and had too good eyesight to capture tiny details due to his powerful strength, showed a toothache expression.

As Zhong Luo thought, it was a large teleportation array that caught the monks on the new set.

Only for living creatures with psychic powers.

Therefore, the monks and their spirit beasts were taken along for a while. As for the cameras and props, it was because of Minghe's pre-job training—when something went wrong, remember to protect the fragile machines if you have spare time.Yes, compared to the monk's body, the camera is really fragile.

And expensive.

And expensive.

expensive.

After knowing the price of the mortal artifacts in their hands, the disciples of Zhaoyao Mountain understood the weight of this instruction.

Anyway, ordinary people in the fog must not be able to see clearly. When they noticed the change of position, everyone put the things they touched into the storage magic weapon one after another. Take it away, and there was a situation where several people wanted to pick up a set, and the people behind failed to pick up the next one...

There is order in the chaos.

It's a good school.

Yue Peng, who had everything in his eyes, gave Zhaoyao Mountain a high score on his own, seeing an unlucky disciple who ran for three points without picking up anything, and was still persistently running for the fourth point, I feel very happy.

Then he saw the interactive game of "you pinch me and I pinch you" between a certain two people.

Ah.

Swiping away the sudden irritability, Yue Peng adjusted his body shape and position.

The mist drifted away slowly.

A gust of summer wind blew by, with fresh water vapor and noise of dust in the wind, not the cleanliness of Zhaoyao Mountain, but the red dust of the mundane world...

Liu Guang and Minghe reacted in seconds, covering up their comrades who had already shown their outlines, blocking sight and sound from outside to inside.

They were standing on unsteady soil, with a wide expanse of water in front of them.

The turquoise and calm water makes it look like a piece of pure emerald.

Xiujiang.

An Yiyuan recognized Jiang Shui's name at first sight.

It doesn't help.

The Xiujiang River is a very, very, very long river that flows through 12 cities including Jinhua Lingyun in Zhongzhou. If you fill in the address "alongside the Xiujiang River", the courier will definitely beat you up. So can you take out your phone to see it? Look at the GPS location?An Mou, who was held with one hand, gave up the idea because of the tall image of the director.

The tall image of the director: ...Actually, I never existed.

The fog has completely dissipated.

Unlike the crowd scattered on the ground due to sudden changes, Yue Peng—no, Dapeng—had changed his human reporter attire, and returned to his long-haired, flamboyant and gorgeous appearance hovering in the air, golden The magic robe at the bottom rises in the high-altitude wind, the power and beauty are suppressed with the unique aura of the big monster, almost turning into substance.

An Yiyuan couldn't hold back this time, took out his phone and took a picture.

CG achieved√

Don't panic.

Although he was "strictly" banned and must keep secrets as the first principle, is An Yiyuan the one who will sit still and wait for death?

Anyway, there are big sevens, and Yue Peng will not set up a prohibition of death if he does not follow the rules. The Buddhist youth resisted the pain that gushed out from time to time, and tested the rough mechanism of backlash.

seem……

As long as the purpose doesn't want to talk about it, can it be turned into a small matter?

I thought I had to brainwash myself.

This restriction is not very clever Yazi.

An Yiyuan chatted with Liuguang Fairy, who was relatively free compared to Minghe, about the shady background behind the entertainment industry, and also inquired about the harvest of the nine underwater heavenly ruins, expressing that his fat Jiu misses his little friends and wants to know where all the birds go Where is it? By the way, I mentioned Ti Jianmu and fellow Daoist Lianhua who disappeared and returned, as well as the hidden dangers that may be left behind...

The extra-large hidden danger that cannot be ignored Dapeng: Hehe.

Crazy hints.

According to his observation, Fairy Liuguang should have received a hint.

A two-dimensional otaku who can lie down but doesn’t want to sit, and basically completes his communication on the Internet. He doesn’t play cats in the room or show affection in the market. Suddenly, he talks to you every day about these irrelevant topics. It’s no problem. No wonder.

Fairy Liuguang, who is both beautiful and intelligent, will of course communicate clearly with her important colleagues after getting a general understanding of the situation, and when the big brother knows it, it means that Zhao Yaoshan is ready-so in fact, although An Yiyuan himself consciously tried his best Personnel, obsessed with work, almost forgot about it, but Liu Guang and Minghe remembered it.

For that reason, monks have a different concept of time.

"The disciples of Zhaoyao Mountain obey the order!"

"Combine!"

An Yiyuan looked at the quickly formed formation, feeling unspeakably relaxed in his heart.

It's nice to have a tall guy on top.

The formation can't be identified with the identification technique, maybe it's a simplified version of the ancient formation after so many years of evolution, the number of people is not large, and the groups that don't form the formation resume production under the command of Liuguang Fairy... Bah, recovery props With the photography, the actors who were either confused or understood stood blankly, and the more sensitive spirit beasts either huddled together alone, or huddled beside their masters...

Someone outside the situation murmured, "What's going on?"

I had been mentally prepared for a long time. The fellow Taoist who played the role of the boss looked up at the hanging Dapeng, and was dazzled by the clothes: "Dare to ask, but is it Senior Dapeng?"

"You know me?"

Stared at by those golden pupils, the original boss actor, who was going to play the boss's subordinate, was under a lot of pressure: "... I have heard of your name for a long time."

Forget it, look at this unfriendly look, the scene where the boss leads his subordinates in the script is gone, unless they are forced to be in the same frame - let's see how the scriptwriter changes it.

Minghe stood out from the crowd, respectful yet calm: "Please enlighten me, senior."

Dapeng glanced at the two people who were still holding hands with a half-smile, and got a foolish smile from the Buddhist youth and a cold look from his Taoist companion. He raised his eyelids and looked at Minghe: "Be serious, otherwise... dead."

The author has something to say:

Dapeng: The whole crew knows that I want to go through the back door.jpg

An Mou: ...cough.

The boss admires you very much, but it doesn't affect him wanting to kill you [doge