There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Ruo Cang came to the studio again, and the inside has been completely changed.

A total of more than 30 staff members stood in the field, their voices were quiet, and their eyes were locked on the ground.

The three disciples brought by Mr. Du concentrated on drawing a huge magic circle on the ground.

Fine curves and thick straight lines meander all over the studio.

As soon as Ruocang entered, Mr. Du gave him a salute.

The disciple who was concentrating on drawing the magic circle also stopped and bowed slightly to Ruo Cang, extremely respectful.

The silent salute was enough for everyone to focus on Ruo Cang.

This young idol has long been known for "Under the Stars".

And now, after he finished the interview, he was wearing a crisp T-shirt and jeans, in stark contrast to Ou Zhiming, who was beside him with a thin suit jacket.

Ou Zhiming followed Ruo Cang to the destination, never expecting to see such a scene.

Candlelight desk, brightly lit.

Inside the white lines on the ground, it clearly says "Shinto, Humane, Animal, Hungry Ghost, Hell".

He asked, "Are you going to do something here?"

"Yes." Ruocang said with certainty, "I will work with Mr. Du to exorcise the staff of the TV station who have been infested by evil spirits."

He lowered his head to check the five-way and six-bridge reincarnation circle.

There are five ways of gods and men, six bridges of gold and silver, and the reincarnation of generations is endless.

Regardless of whether Ou Zhiming is a god or a ghost, as long as he completes this grand formation, he will find his own.

Ruo Cang couldn't do such a large formation by himself.

There are five bridges and six bridges in the magic circle, and each connecting line is exquisite.

The apprentice brought by Mr. Du should have practiced with him for many years. He drew the magic circle with steady hands and feet, and his steps were not chaotic, which shows the degree of labor.

He walked to the censer and carefully looked at the magic weapon prepared by Mr. Du.

A leisurely and light smell hits the face.

The incense burning in the studio is all thuja.

Ruocang is free at ordinary times, and uses whatever incense is available.

Nowadays, when the great formations go up to the heavens and summon the gods, they must follow the orthodoxy and not ignite the fragrance of barbarians from foreign lands.

The sandalwood scent in the room has been gradually replaced by the light and indifferent scent of thuja.

The air of nature filled the room, and the panic-stricken staff gradually calmed down when they saw the formation in front of them.

After the Five Paths and Six Bridges reincarnation array was drawn, Ruocang walked up to Mr. Du and took the mahogany sword from him.

Ruocang held his sword, with a gentle attitude, "Director Ou, you don't have to reject me too much, just treat it as a collection of materials. Mr. Du and I are also regular Taoist disciples, and we will give you a free performance of standard Taoism tonight." Exorcism."

"but--"

With a swipe of the Taomu sword, Ruocang pointed directly at position C of the studio.

"You stand in the middle."

The magic circle specially prepared for Ou Zhiming is enough to dispel the cold air in a radius of ten miles.

But what Ruocang wants is not only to exorcise evil spirits, but also to use his yin to destroy luck and break the scriptures of the Seventh Buddha that imprisoned ghosts.

After praying for blessings and burning incense, the three disciples who had previously drawn the formation each picked up the gongs, drums, suona, and erhu.

Mr. Du nodded, and they beat and played the song "Nanqing Palace" lively.

The melody is paired with the sharpness of the suona and the hoarseness of the erhu, which immediately exudes a strong local flavor.

The staff who were still on tenterhooks just now even laughed out of embarrassment.

After all, most people are atheists.

Without that dream, they would always feel funny in their hearts facing such a scene.

Some people laughed, but it dispelled the fear and anxiety in many people's hearts.

The scene became absurd and uninhibited.

However, the Taoist priests present all looked serious, staring at Ou Zhiming in the formation.

The director who was asked by Ruo Cang to take a stand didn't show any extra expression.

He fixed his eyes on Ruo Cang, even more focused on this ceremony than the staff who had had strange dreams.

Mr. Du raised his hand, and the music of the apprentices stopped instantly.

Ruo Cang stood in front of Ou Zhiming holding a mahogany sword, and saluted politely while holding the sword.

"Ou Dao, no matter what happens, please trust me."

The young Ruo Cang no longer has the flashy temperament of an idol actor.

He stands like a pine, with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

Charming.

The moment he moved, Mr. Du's deep and powerful chanting sounded.

"Illuminating the Enlightenment Torch, enshrouding Erika Shima—"

A "Big Dipper Sutra" was recited aloud, and the joking atmosphere just now became solemn.

Those high-spirited local music turned into a unique Taoist accompaniment, matching every long and loud chanting sound of Mr. Du.

Ruocang moved the sword in his hand, drawing smooth traces.

In an instant, all the attention of the frivolous bystanders was captured by Ruo Cang, except for his figure, they couldn't see anything else, let alone hear any noise.

The tip of the nose is the smell of pines and cypresses in the mountains.

In the ear is the thunder of gongs and drums.

Even the sound of Ruocang's footsteps soaring to the ground was like the fluttering of a crane's wings, shaking the snow.

All the fear and fear in the hearts of the staff dissipated.

His eyes were reluctant to move away, as if he was watching a stunning dance.

Their eyes followed Ruo Cang's walk, and they couldn't blink to watch this ritual with smooth steps and handsome posture.

The mahogany sword pierced through the yin and cold, as if it pierced through all the smog and attracted the light of the sky.

Mr. Du's eyes were full of nostalgia, and his singing became more passionate.

He witnessed Ruo Cang's growth with his own eyes.

From staggering as a child to walking with a sword.

Time flies by, only this body is upright and never changes.

The disciples went up in unison and recited the scriptures so loudly.

The sound of the music was clanging and the copper was rubbing, returning to the original tune, but none of the people present felt embarrassed and weird, they only felt that the music was in their ears and swept away their depression.

What shocked me the most was that there was no other person except Ou Zhiming.

He could feel the sharp wind of the sword, and could clearly see every look in Ruo Cang's eyes.

In this wanton and free and easy ceremony, the figure like a frightened bird, with a ruthless hostility, beheaded countless evil spirits and ghosts.

Ou Zhiming has been to countless Taoist temples in order to collect materials, and has invited many religious ceremonies.

He once maintained a materialistic atheism.

Purely with the eyes of appreciating folk culture and art, I scrutinized every move of Taoist priests, portrayed them as drafts in sketchbooks, and recorded them as pure art.

However, when the Taoist priest took off his bright yellow and fancy cassock, his face was elegant, his figure was handsome, and the moment he chanted the sword wind, he couldn't look away.

Pure materialists will always be simply bought by appearances.

There is no one in the world who does not love beauty.

This scene of dusty and beautiful ceremony touched the heartstrings that had been frozen for a long time.

Ruocang's walk is only a scripture time, and it is fleeting.

His sword fell into the center of the Five Paths and Six Bridges reincarnation formation, pointing directly at Ou Zhiming's feet.

The yin and cold air melted into the magic circle, and each returned to its place five times and six times!

Suddenly, the Buddhist scriptures stuck above the studio burst into flames.

Wan Jiaqi was focused on Ruocang, when he caught sight of the flames out of the corner of his eye, he immediately pointed to the zenith in fright, "Fire! It's on fire!"

The scriptures of the Seventh Buddha to suppress ghosts caught fire in every corner of the studio.

The flashing bright yellow flames, like moths on fire, gathered in the studio.

In an instant, it returned to darkness.

"It's okay, the scriptures spontaneously ignite, and all the ghosts disappear."

Ruo Cang's voice was calm and calm.

As soon as he finished speaking, those dazzling flames had already turned into a little bit of ashes, falling down like gray snowflakes and scattered on everyone's body.

He took advantage of the situation with the peach wood sword to pull a sword flower, and was satisfied with the effect of Ou Zhiming's use.

Buddhism and Taoism are different, only Ou Zhiming's magical luck can break through the Buddhist scriptures and dispel ghosts intact.

Everyone is looking at this strange phenomenon that cannot be explained by common sense.

Marvel at the peculiarity of this ceremony.

You must know that the Seventh Buddha's chanting and writing only made the room cold, and they were so shocked that they couldn't believe it.

Now, not just shock, but shock.

This kind of strange scene of spontaneous combustion without fire, I am afraid that I will never have the chance to watch it a few times in my life.

"How did Ruocang do it?"

"This is Taoism! He really has mana!"

"It's no wonder Director Wan values ​​Ruocang so much. Maybe that's how the Shen family's ghosts were dispersed when they filmed "A Millennium of Mountains and Rivers"!"

The sound of excitement is enough to prove that the staff's heart disease has been cured.

I can have the mind to care about other things, but I haven't paid attention to ghost dreams for a long time.

Xiao Qi recovered from the shock.

Ruo Cang's ceremony made her feel calm and moved with emotion.

Just ashamed of myself.

"Ruo Cang, I'm sorry, I..."

Ruocang smiled slightly, "It's okay, you're just afraid."

The panic of losing control of emotions can break the strings of reason.

Xiao Qi was just a verbal confrontation, compared to the out-of-control people Ruo Cang had seen, it was just a small scene.

Everyone stared at Ruocang, but Ruocang stared at Ou Zhiming.

The big formation returned the cold and evil energy to its place, but Ou Zhiming in the formation stood upright.

The way of God, the way of humanity, the way of animals, the way of hungry ghosts, and the way of hell, four of the five ways are lit up. It seems that Ou Zhiming's body is full of bad luck, contaminated by countless evil spirits, but still protected by gods.

In the reincarnation of thousands of lights and souls, he finally saw a glimmer of light, hidden under Ou Zhiming's dark and gray luck.

fleeting.

He retracted his sword and glanced at Mr. Du.

Mr. Du said in a low voice, "Master Uncle, when the formation took effect just now, I did see the negative luck you mentioned in Ou Zhiming."

Mr. Du sees the shadow from the nobleman's life, and Ruo Cang sees the glimmer of light from the shadow.

It seems that although what they saw was completely opposite, the reincarnation array of five paths and six bridges did have an effect.

Ruo Cang nodded, then turned around and asked, "Has Director Ou been to any special places recently?"

Ou Zhiming's eyes fell on Ruo Cang, but he didn't answer.

Everyone waited for a long time but did not get an answer, their eyes went back and forth between Ou Zhiming and Ruo Cang.

There are rumors that the relationship between the two is different.

When they saw the interview, they thought they were incompatible.

Now it seems……

Although the whispered discussions around were shallow, Mr. Du could hear them clearly.

Uncle Master is in front, these people are so bold!

Mr. Du coughed, overwhelmed all guesses, and asked, "Mr. Ou, what special place have you been to recently?"

This time, Ou Zhiming finally heard it.

He lowered his eyes and replied in silence for a moment: "Three talents view."

Sancai Temple is a famous Taoist temple nearby.

There is an endless stream of burning papers for blessings.

Needless to say Ou Zhiming, Ruocang also knew that he was going to collect materials.

Ruocang returned the mahogany sword to Mr. Du, and continued to ask, "Aside from Taoist temples, have you seen any unusual people and done any unusual things?"

"No." Ou Zhiming was still indifferent, and answered extremely decisively.

Ruo Cang felt strange.

The cold and evil energy that Ou Zhiming had sucked away had been completely eliminated in the magic circle.

But why does he feel that Ou Zhiming, who has exorcised evil spirits in battle, still has different luck from before.

Deeper and more mysterious.

Even more sinister.

The staff suddenly let out a low cry, and exclaimed in surprise: "I remembered, sister Dong said yesterday afternoon that she had seen Dao Ou!"

The news related to Dong Hong caused panic again.

Ou Zhiming's reputation in metaphysics is well known to everyone.

Now Ruocang and Mr. Du asked him to go to the magic circle again, and asked him who he had met and what he had done. Isn't it obvious that there is something wrong with Ou Zhiming!

Almost everyone reacted.

The look towards Ou Zhiming was full of panic.

"No wonder so many people who were dissatisfied with Director Ou had accidents before."

"Sure enough, Ou Zhi's name is more evil, right?"

"Could Miss Dong have a fever because she saw him..."

Ou Zhiming did not refute, with a calm expression, as if he was used to these arguments.

Ruo Cang was thinking about the moment when Ou Zhiming was on the formation.

He looked at the crowd who were discussing in low voices, and said, "Director Dong was hospitalized with a fever simply because the cold atmosphere of the studio was in conflict with her five elements."

As soon as Ruo Cang spoke, all doubts subsided.

He bit his words clearly and said concisely: "Director Ou was implicated by Director Dong."

No one will disbelieve him.

After such an excellent ceremony, the temperature of the studio gradually stabilized.

Without those cold air, the staff also lost their fear.

Only when they looked at Ou Zhiming, they were still dubious.

The staff believed Ruocang, but they didn't believe that there was nothing wrong with Ou Zhiming.

Ruo Cang thought for a while, walked to the desk, and took up a pen to write a piece of talisman.

The ordinary heart-clearing talisman calms the nerves and calms the mind, and the harmony between man and nature.

After finishing writing, he folded it carefully and handed it to Ou Zhiming.

"Ou Dao, I know you don't believe in religion, but you should hold this talisman for peace of mind."

Ou Zhiming does not need such symbols.

However, the enthusiastic gazes around him were full of doubts.

He can read the expressions of many people. His many years of acting career and observing words and expressions in front of the camera are enough for him to understand the meaning of this talisman.

Such a piece of paper is like a certificate of good citizenship.

Everyone is waiting for him to take it.

So, Ou Zhiming glanced at Ruocang, and reached out to take the talisman.

Sure enough, the surrounding atmosphere was much more relaxed. It seemed that he was an innocent victim certified by the master when he took this talisman.

Ruo Cang smiled gratifiedly. In this way, he used Ou Zhiming to burn the scriptures of the Seventh Buddha, which was considered a reward.

He said: "I wish Ou Dao all the best, and turn every bad luck into good luck."

The eyes are sincere and full of gratitude.

Seventh Buddha meditation room.

Quan Zongwei woke up from the trance.

He stood in the room anxiously, with a terrified expression.

On the low table are messages from apprentices.

——Dong Hong personally invited Ou Zhiming to participate in the interview.

——Dong Hong was hospitalized with a high fever.

——Ruo Cang, Du Qian and Ou Zhiming are on the first TV station.

The beads in Quan Zongwei's hands were twisted very quickly, corresponding to his restless mood.

Suddenly, the long string of rosary beads broke, and the beads fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Quan Zongwei panicked completely.

He ignored the scattered Buddhist beads on the ground, hurried to the wall and opened the secret door of the meditation room.

There is a complete magic circle inside, enshrining an unknown god like an altar.

Quan Zongwei bowed and knelt down, chanting words, as if he was begging for someone's forgiveness, and kept calming the anger of unknown gods with words.

After praying and chanting for a long time, Quan Zongwei finally walked out of the secret door and opened the door of the meditation room.

He resumed his usual false kindness, and said, "Tell Gu Yi to wait for me in the Buddhist hall."

Ou Zhiming didn't close his eyes until early in the morning.

He couldn't forget the scriptures about the sudden fire in the studio, and he couldn't get rid of Ruo Cang, who was light and sharp with a sword in his mind.

Even if he closes his eyes, his eyes are full of Ruo Cang's face.

There is also a light pine and cypress smell.

He thought he would dream of Ruocang, but in the end, he dreamed of a dark and high studio.

Ou Zhiming felt like a headless lonely soul, wanting to break through the confinement of his body, clamoring to escape from the zenith full of Buddhist scriptures.

Finally, he escaped, penetrated through layers of buildings, and when he reached the free world, he shot down hell in an instant!

The wooden sword strikes with lightning, and Ruo Cang's gaze is fierce, and he mercilessly splits his body apart, tearing him apart and scattering him into the magic circle.

Of the five roads on the ground, only the Hungry Ghost Road and the Hell Road were lit up. He screamed in grief and anger, and finally ran over the bamboo bridge and became an ant.

The dream was unprecedentedly clear, washing away his materialistic ideas.

After Ou Zhiming woke up, for the first time, he didn't take a sketchbook to record his dreams.

Because, this time, he was very sure that the person in the dream was Ruo Cang.

Holding a mahogany sword, he walks in a free and easy posture.

There will never be another Taoist priest who can be as fierce and gentle as Ruocang.

Sitting on the bed, Ou Zhiming carefully recalled the previous dream.

Those who write talismans with pens, those who draw arrays with poles, and those who stand at the foot of mountains, broken bridges, cliffs, and dilapidated houses...

Could it be that they are all Ruocang?

With the thought together, Ou Zhiming was extremely irritable.

His long-standing atheism has been seriously challenged.

In the dead of night, Ou Zhiming felt that the scattered Taoist books around him became an eyesore.

He could only take out his mobile phone and scan Weibo to divert his attention.

The information refreshed to the homepage is extremely messy, with everything from social news to entertainment gossip.

Ou Zhiming frowned, aimlessly killing time.

Suddenly, he found that his good friend, film critic Fang Zhongshan released a message praising "Night Sky".

At that moment, Ou Zhiming squinted his eyes slightly, almost thinking that he had misjudged the person, and repeatedly confirmed that it was "Fang Zhongshan".

Just two days ago, "Night Sky" starring Gu Yi and directed by Meng Qingyang held a small-scale internal preview.

Ou Zhiming and Fang Zhongshan went to see it together.

As Meng Qingyang is a well-known director in the industry, Ou Zhiming is of course interested.

And the "Night Sky" he shot is indeed a movie that can impress the audience only by being immersed in the plot.

It's a pity that Gu Yi only performed the torture of the hero's struggle, torture, relief, and relief.

Torturing the crew, torturing the opponents, and finally began to torment the audience.

No matter how exciting the plot is, the appearance of the leading actor makes people feel something is wrong, which is definitely not a good phenomenon.

At that time, Ou Zhiming couldn't understand why Meng Qingyang, who valued the role so much, chose such a male lead who had nothing.

"Crazy." Fang Zhongshan also criticized mercilessly, "Old Meng is not safe in the evening, I must write a small composition for him to laugh at him."

It's been just two days.

Comrade Fang Zhongshan has a straightforward personality, never tactful, and seeks truth from facts.

Actually wrote a whole Weibo post praising "Night Sky".

... No, praise Gu Yi.

"Gu Yi is indeed a young actor worth looking forward to. His performance in "Night Sky" is moving. I believe this movie will be recognized by a large number of audiences. When I watch the movie, I can feel his hard work. His sincerity, his breakthrough, I believe that after the film is released, it will become another screen classic."

The statement is stiff, boasting against one's will.

Ou Zhiming really couldn't see the irony in it.

He clicked on the comments and reposts, and found that this battlefield was completely controlled by Gu Yi's fans, and there was no rebuttal at all.

It was as if zombies were besieging the city, and it was hard to see whether Fang Zhongshan was dead or alive.

A weird movie review made Ou Zhiming forget all his dreams.

He picked up his phone, clicked on Fang Zhongshan to send a message——

Are you crazy?