daily life of buddhism

In the hearts of the Chinese people, there is always a martial arts dream.

No matter how one's reason tells one's self that martial arts such as flying over walls and flying flowers to injure people do not exist, deep down in people's hearts there is always a greater or lesser chance: what if?

Yes, what if?

Zhu Liang was tormented by this question from the soul day and night.

The preparations for a movie are numerous and trivial. Oftentimes, there will be more than 10 months between buying the script and the official shooting... Fortunately, it is not this time.

——But isn't that too fast? !

Half a month later, Zhu Liang sat in the car sent by the crew to pick him up with a dazed expression.

The long-haired boy in the driver's seat looks very Zhou Zheng, the kind of Zhou Zheng who is very in line with traditional aesthetics at first glance, and his words and deeds are not compatible with modern times, as if he has suddenly traveled from a certain era in the past... To be honest, Zhu Liang almost called him a young hero.

In fact, he is also a young hero.

The kind who know martial arts and lived in a sect since childhood.

Zhu Liang's expression remained the same, and he ran around excitedly in his heart. The OS swiped the entire screen, and he wanted to chat with the driver a few times, but he got insincere replies like "um", "oh" and "you'll know when you get there". , Gradually put out my thoughts and fell asleep during the smooth journey.

Ming Liu heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that the person to pick him up fell asleep.

It is still difficult for him to pretend to be cold. It would be bad if he said something that should not be said—if it weren’t for the cultivation world, there are too few people who can integrate into modern society without revealing their flaws. It won't be Mingliu's turn either.

There are really not many choices.

Yan Yi is very good, but his appearance is underage. Similarly, those who look old are not suitable, and those who bring out the cultivation world with three sentences are directly excluded...Ru Minghe has a more important task: he and some Fellow Daoist, go pick up the "predecessors" who can make the movie more brilliant.

The kind that the relevant departments help to contact.

In view of the fact that the world of comprehension is becoming more and more frequent, the country seems to think that it is a good idea to take the opportunity of making fairy tale movies to make a classic "documentary film".

The "documentary" here certainly does not refer to the plot, but the use of techniques and the concepts and customs of the monks.

At least in the future, if you meet a fellow daoist who accidentally slips through the gang, you can use him/her/it to fool around in Cosplay. ——By Streamer Fairy

cough.

An Yiyuan's original appointment as a member of Zhongzhou University's Director's Club naturally couldn't bear this burden. After the monks worked together and made sure that they could use spells to handle lighting and props, etc., and internally found candidates for the scene recorder and other positions, they just The remaining three positions require uninformed mortals: photography, art, and makeup.

The photography that can take every long, medium and short shot well, the art that grasps the overall artistic effect other than the actors, and the makeup that allows the actors to present the most coordinated state.

The best in the three fields must have both talent and experience. Even if the monks have excellent understanding, it is impossible to catch up with the achievements of others in a lifetime in just a few days or months.

Therefore, photography/art/makeup assistants can be acted by disciples of Zhao Yaoshan, and the leader still needs to be a veteran.

Minghe and the others went to pick up these "predecessors".

You said there is no screenwriter?

If it weren't for Zhu Liang himself being the author of the novel and insisting on being one of the screenwriters, and An Yiyuan agreeing early, in fact, he would not be able to catch up with this wonderful journey.

Under Ming Liu's control, the car drove to the outskirts far away from the city, plunged into the transparent teleportation array, and disappeared without a trace.

"Chirp!"

When Zhu Liang woke up, he heard the chirping of birds.

Gentle and clear, the long and gorgeous tail feathers and light figure were vaguely outlined in his mind. Zhu Liang opened his eyes and saw a... Fat Chirp.

The bright yellow dumpling looks very fluffy, I don't know if it is thick or fleshy.

"Chirp!"

Fat Chirp flew away.

Probably called flying.

The height is lower than the sparrow.

Wait.

This is... where?

Zhu Liang rubbed his eyes, followed Fei Jiu's direction of sight, and saw a vast and boundless mountain range.

Ancient, majestic, silent, desolate.

It looks like a giant who has been watching from ancient times.

"woke up."

The young man who changed into Taoist robe opened the car door, took out the package, and smiled at him: "Welcome to Zhaoyao Mountain. Let me re-introduce you, the head disciple of Zhaoyao Mountain, Ming Liu."

Zhu Liang: "..."

Zhu Liang found his only acquaintance, An Yiyuan, in Zhaoyaoshanfang City.

Medium rare.

Two points from the network.

At least an ordinary friend who can be called by name.

At that time, the other party was wearing a Taoist robe, and beside him was a man of the same sex in a red dress with an aura of aura and xenophobia, but in this strange place that seemed to be out of modern society, the attraction of acquaintances was almost infinite, and Zhu Liang took three steps. And made a two-step approach: "An Yiyuan!"

1 minute later.

Zhu Liangwai anxiously stood there, silently watching the two harmonious figures leave.

An Yiyuan's words still echoed in his ears.

"Let me introduce, this is my Taoist companion, Long Qi."

Road, couple.

Hehe, I really do as the Romans do, and there is no sense of disobedience, but the name Long Qi is a bit strange... The surname Long is the seventh?Naturally, Zhu Liang didn't know that this was the combined name of "Daoyou Long" and "Da Qi". After a few words of exclamation, he walked to the corner rather stiffly under the indistinct scrutiny of the passing Taoist robed crowd, and sorted it out. information comes.

Is it a martial arts sect like Quanzhen Sect? It seems to be the kind that can be married.

By the way... the navigation is broken, right?

Zhu Liang looked at the Baidu navigation app on his phone, and every time he refreshed it, it showed that he was in a different location, and he was also drunk.

"The road here is much easier to find than in Chongqing."

A gentle voice said, "However, due to the influence of the formation, it is impossible to accurately locate it."

Zhu Liang turned his head and was moved to find a modern person in a pile of Taoist robes. The young man with short hair pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled at him friendly, "Hello, I am a reporter here to interview, Yue Peng .”

So lovely.

Barely able to PK with the beauty in red just now.

Maybe it would look better in ancient clothes?

Zhu Liang was stunned for more than ten seconds before he realized, "...reporter?"

"Hongmengjie" is a closed filming, and this place is so remote, there are still reporters who can touch it?

"Shh."

Yue Peng's index finger rested on his lips, and his thin lips raised a shallow arc: "Keep it secret."

"……Um."

Zhu Liang's pupils were out of focus, and he answered in a daze.

Across the street, Ao Jingfan seemed to feel something, his eyes moved slightly.