There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Ruocang has an innate ability to control the field, he can attract everyone's attention without even talking.

The live broadcast room was silent for about ten seconds, and suddenly a barrage broke the silence.

"Ruocang... really handsome!"

"Wrong! That's Guandu!"

"Sure enough, it's the warm-up of "Guandu 2". This cassock looks so good."

"Whether the clothes look good or not depends on the person. In the movie, the fake Taoist priests look super ugly wearing this suit, but Ruo Cang looks immortal when he wears it!"

The barrage was full of compliments, and he was about to give Ruo Cang a 360-degree review with no dead ends.

But I saw him staring at the camera, holding a mahogany sword.

——What is he going to do...

Before the audience could type out the words, Ruocang moved.

The smooth posture of swinging the sword, combined with the sudden sound of chanting sutras, mixed with the gentle playing of musical instruments, seemed to be a long-awaited dance without warning, and it started lightly.

No narration, no narration, no subtitles.

However, no one will feel awkward.

After all, this is Guan Du, a Taoist priest who walks freely with a mahogany sword in his hand. He doesn't need to explain what he does to anyone. He does everything as he pleases, freely and freely.

The live broadcast camera is often fixed and stiff, but in this live broadcast, the effect of chasing the mirror is comparable to that of a professional stage.

Ruocang's purple magic robe was fierce, and he swiped his sword in the air, and the audience perfectly felt the strong wind coming from the blade, shaking their souls open!

That feeling is extremely difficult to identify, and it is also extremely difficult to escape.

They were supposed to be typing on the keyboard like groundhogs, but they were uncharacteristically calm, staring at the screen, reluctant to look away, let alone distracted.

It was as if three souls and seven souls were fixed on this wild young man walking in the formation, and became a wandering soul attached to his flying clothes. All the magnificent thoughts were stirred up in the magic circle, leaving only a clear and transparent look. body, waiting for their souls to return.

This may be the quietest star live broadcast.

There was not a single word or expression on the barrage to block Ruo Cang's figure.

Ou Zhiming was monitoring the monitors of all the cameras in the ashram, closely watching the live broadcast room, and instantly realized Ruo Cang's charm.

The audience who watched him exorcising evil spirits were not affected by the magic circle, but by Ruocang.

He can capture the audience's mind with his wanton posture, making them only look at him, only listen to him, and only think about him.

Just like the name for Ruocang's absent-minded Ou Zhi.

Fall into the tranquility he brings, stripping away all the filth and irritability.

Ou Zhiming frowned involuntarily.

He couldn't explain the reason for the irritability that gradually rose in his heart, as if his hidden treasure was discovered by someone, there was such a trace of reluctance.

As soon as the idea was formed, Ruo Cang turned around and pointed the wooden blade at Ou Zhiming, creating a gust of sword wind!

"..."

Ou Zhiming was stunned by the air strike.

At that moment, he seemed to feel the silent condemnation and dissatisfaction from Ruo Cang's gaze.

He had no choice but to lower his head helplessly, focusing on the camera cuts to avoid Ruocang's violent live broadcast.

As soon as Ou Zhiming's eyes fell, Ruocang's quietly irritable mood returned to calm.

He and Ou Zhiming have the same mind, such a guy who can't settle down, even when he sees him walk, he will think wildly and interfere with his thoughts.

Impetuous emotions are taboo in Buddhist affairs.

Ruo Cang paused for a moment, collected his mind, and swung his sword again.

This time he still chose the Thunder Slaying Demon Slaying Formation, but the ceremony was prepared more carefully.

Dharma robes, Taoist music, incense candles, talismans, and several Taoist priests guarding the Taoist temple of Mr. Du.

The sound of gongs, drums and zither strings around is to cut off all the gloomy and decadent thoughts, and restore the bright and clear that the audience should have.

The formation of killing evil spirits, the sword is full of vigor.

If Cang is dressed in purple and stepping on the formation, even if he can only convey a bit of coldness through the Internet, he will do his best.

Ruo Cang underestimated the power of live streaming.

It overestimates the fragile spirit of the audience.

This group of viewers who lingered on the Internet all day long, who were sometimes happy and sometimes sad, couldn't laugh and curse at all since he left the line.

The usual casualness is completely gone, and the live broadcast room is as solemn and solemn as the scene.

No matter whether they hate, love or are numb, they all feel trembling because of this ritual in the distance.

It's not fear, let alone fear, but the chaotic daze that transcends time and space and can't sort out thoughts.

Until Ruocang picked up the talisman with his sword and recited aloud: "Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of ten thousand qi—"

The audience in front of the screen suddenly came back to their senses, regaining their thoughts in hesitation and confusion.

"Just now... what happened?"

"I feel... feel..."

Before they seriously recalled what they saw and heard just now, the clear and clear voice in their ears hit the soul directly, touching the softest and sad memory in their hearts.

That's right, this is the Golden Light Mantra, Guan Du has recited it before.

On the desolate island full of dangers, Guan Du said that he could use such a charm to summon the souls of the dead.

Too bad that was fake and a prepared drama.

Like the death, rebirth, ghosts of the movie, it's all fake.

A person has only one life, and if it is gone, it is gone.

For some reason, the audience became extra sad.

It was difficult for them to control the sudden rising pain and tears welling up in their eyes.

The depression and dullness that had been accumulated all night were immediately vented.

Sensitive people, no matter how they avoid negative emotions on the Internet, will be deeply affected.

Not to mention witnessing a death.

Fragmented information cannot shatter the fear of death.

Whether it was those who hated Gu Yi, those who hated Gu Yi, or those who loved Gu Yi deeply, they were all greatly touched by a sudden live broadcast suicide.

They can laugh and laugh as if nothing happened.

You can even hint to yourself maliciously and ruthlessly that "Gu Yi is to blame for this".

But they cannot avoid the kind and fragile heart, so they suffer.

Human beings have indescribable sympathy for the death of their own kind.

Even if Gu Yi had committed many evils, the audience could not forget that he sincerely apologized before his death and bid farewell to the world in such an extreme way.

How many people scolded Gu Yi for being cowardly and irresponsible last night.

How many people were depressed last night and couldn't think of any entertainment.

Even if they are laughing and joking on the Internet, they can't get rid of the gloomy fear of seeing death with their own eyes.

Like a dark and stinky seed, it was thrown in the bottom of my heart.

Every time a dark emotion arises, it will encourage it to take root and sprout.

However, a live broadcast of a ceremony brought unspeakable power.

The dark bane buried in the bottom of my heart was pulled out with tears, wrapped in dark and dirty thoughts, turned into a moment of sad grief, and left in a mighty way.

Many people sat in front of the screen, wiped their tears and scolded themselves for being crazy, and also scolded Gu Yi for not being a thing.

If you have the ability to live to redeem your sins, what is suicide!

Obviously, Ruocang didn't mention Gu Yi in a single word, let alone explained that he wanted to save the souls of the dead.

The audience, whose tears were falling freely, felt that all the panic in their hearts had been overcome by Ruo Cang.

"Damn it, am I Gu Yishen's closet? I even cried just now thinking of him committing suicide!"

A barrage evoked the response of countless people.

"Well, I actually hate Gu Yi very much now, but when I think about what happened last night, he is so stupid."

"It's not stupid! Someone is coercing him! What live-streamed suicide is a live-streamed murder!"

The anger of the audience turned into a common hatred.

The mind that has been washed by tears becomes strong and clear.

They were noisy before, and their irritability was gone. When it came to Gu Yi, they all felt in unison: He was killed!

Countless indignant words ran across the barrage eloquently, all telling the same wish.

"The murderer must be brought to justice!"

"What kind of atonement is this, why haven't the police caught the person from last night!"

"Adjust the monitoring, check the platform, I don't believe that the platform can be like this without an insider!"

Ruo Cang finished the ceremony, and when he walked to the on-site monitor, he saw the audience continued to yell, wanting to arrest and torture him.

He not only frowned, but said annoyedly, "My ritual is so ineffective?"

"You haven't seen the whole process of their emotional transformation."

Ou Zhiming gave up the main console, and helped Ruocang turn back the barrage to watch, "If they yell that Gu Yi should die, your ritual will be ineffective."

"It's fine now."

Ou Zhiming said from the bottom of his heart, "At least, their high spirits can be seen from the shadow of last night."

Ou Zhiming said it firmly, but Ruo Cang didn't believe it.

He picked up the phone and called Ao Yingxue, and said, "Brother Xue, how is the situation online?"

Ao Yingxue was stunned in front of the screen, and only recovered after hearing his voice.

"Ah... I'll ask right away."

Before the live broadcast started, he thought it was just a simple chat, joking and talking about Guandu.

Who knew that Ruo Cang would walk smoothly and gracefully when he put on the purple Taoist robe.

Before Ao Yingxue had time to comment, he fell into a mysterious out-of-body experience. Every breath followed the rhythm of Ruo Cang, and he even had the illusion of being smoky around him.

Then, looking back on the sorrows of life like a revolving lantern, I almost cried bitterly in loneliness.

Fortunately, he is an adult.

Adults have experienced severe beatings in society, and it is impossible for adults to be weak enough to act out of humiliation because of a little grief in their hearts.

As soon as Ruocang made a phone call, Ao Yingxue immediately collected his mind, put aside his slight sadness, and immediately checked the Internet trends.

Since the navy entered the forum in the afternoon, Ao Yingxue led the team to closely monitor the network trends.

Fandom Base Camp, Straight Men's Show Network, and various topic squares, all have marketing companies contacted by Ao Yingxue, and they will report the situation at any time.

Ao Yingxue checked the news and reported truthfully: "The water is flooding Jinshan, and there are little girls crying everywhere. I haven't seen anyone saying that they are going to commit suicide."

He really couldn't figure out why Ruo Cang became a messenger of justice and wanted to monitor others not to commit suicide.

But he was very curious, "...Did Mr. Du teach you the formation you used? What kind of formation? It's so powerful."

"Excellent?" Ruo Cang's voice became confused, "Brother Xue, do you feel sad after reading it?"

Damn, with such an accurate guess, Ao Yingxue would never admit it!

He immediately replied: "I don't feel anything at all! I just watched the little girl crying sadly on the Internet, just curious!"

Ao Yingxue's tone was blunt, and Ruocang was silent for a moment.

"Oh." Ruocang replied with a slightly disappointed tone, "It's the thunderbolt demon-slaying formation, which can remove the darkness and filth in the heart, kill thousands of evil spirits, and cleanse the world of dirt and dirt. Little girls on the Internet are emotionally fragile. They -"

Ruo Cang sighed, "It's really easy to be affected by online emotions."

Gu Yi is not a good person.

But there are no rules in this world, only good people are allowed to live.

Ruo Cang didn't intend to educate others, let alone establish any rules.

He only hoped that Gu Yi's death would not cause more tragedies, and he must not let the plot of the person who arranged the live broadcast of suicide succeed.

Ruocang's live broadcast of the ceremony ended, and the Internet was full of moving pictures, videos, screenshots, and silhouettes.

"Guan Du", with a box office of 40 billion, moved people's hearts by relying on the story.

Now, Ruo Cang is touching people's hearts with his flaming figure in a purple robe and robe.

Almost everyone was discussing this extremely beautiful ceremony, and even brought up the comparison between movies and live broadcasts.

Talismans, magic circles, ashrams, and clothing are enough for them to carry out all-round analysis and discussion, and then cut out more beautiful pictures and set them as desktop screensavers.

In the single ward, Quan Zongwei was covered with burn scars all over his body. He was forced to raise the bed and stared at the screen intently.

On the screen was a figure in purple clothes fluttering in the wind. As he turned around and swiped his sword, Quan Zongwei trembled all over and let out a painful moan.

"I've watched it for the third time, do you still feel pain?"

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes kindly gave Quan Zongwei a pause.

The live video of Ruo Cang's walk in the formation was just right at the angle of overlooking the formation, perfectly showing the sharp and complicated lines under his feet.

"Look at it." The man raised his hand to draw the line of the magic circle, "This is the Taoist thunder pattern. It is said that people with spiritual power can attract nine heavenly thunder and lightning, and kill evil people with evil intentions."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Quan Zongwei, "Master Ami, does your injury look like it was scorched by lightning?"

Quan Zongwei did not answer, let alone answer.

His eyes stared at Ruo Cang, who was frozen on the screen, and he felt scared from his soul to his body. The fear and shivering radiated out, and the middle-aged man next to him could feel it without him needing to speak.

The man didn't mind Quan Zongwei's silence.

It seems that Quan Zongwei will feel very happy if he only needs to suffer in such a quiet way.

"Oh, I forgot, you were obviously burned, not struck by lightning."

He turned his head to look at the screen, staring at Ruocang's handsome face with a smile on his face.

"However, this Ruocang must have had a difficult origin. Mr. Midas tried his best to control the live broadcast platform, and produced such a good live broadcast effect, but he had a barbecue that ruined the atmosphere, and then I was thwarted by one of his legal affairs."

The man said, "Fall short of success", with a smile on his face.

"Originally, we planned to kill a few more damned people, clean up the entertainment industry, and then take over your mess."

He paced back and forth in thought, walked to the window and shook his head, sighed: "When he did this, the guys who followed the trend online were crying and crying, but no one wanted to follow Gu Yi to die. I was so disappointed."

"It seems that when you asked someone to kill Lin Fengsheng's family and created "The Mystery of Candlelight", it was just luck."

Quan Zongwei, who had no way to move, only had one breath left, was lying on the bed exhaling more than inhaling.

Eyeballs withered, yellow and blood red stared at him.

The man had no compassion at all. He glanced at Quan Zongwei and said with emotion: "The times are different, outdated methods are useless, and outdated people should be eliminated. I always think you are stupid, but you are good enough .Now, I have finally met Mr. Midas, and you will have more or less to live."

The man smiled, his eyes were full of gentleness and kindness.

"He taught me that only good people can live, and bad people should die. Is it a fair rule?"

He talked to himself for a long time, and finally felt bored.

He helped Quan Zongwei continue to play the video casually, then took out a small golden charm from his suit pocket, and stuffed it into Quan Zongwei's palm thoughtfully.

Quan Zongwei shook and reacted greatly, but he couldn't throw the spell out.

The man also smiled and helped him circle his fingers, and asked, "Don't throw it away, this is what Ning Hua asked me to bring to you, so that you can experience the Buddha's light from Yunxia Temple."

Quan Zongwei, who was covered in scars and had lost the ability to speak, trembled while holding the spell.

"Master Ami, thank you for your hard work and dedication, but you are useless."

The man stood up straight, and said with a smile before he left: "We will create a better world under the leadership of Mr. Midas, and a waste like you just needs to die."

After the live broadcast of the ceremony was over, Ruo Cang kept checking the news on the Internet.

He asked Ao Yingxue to keep an eye on the network situation, and he himself was also paying attention to the real-time situation.

The effect of the live broadcast of Thunder Slaying Demon Slaying Formation was indeed better than he had imagined.

but……

As far as he could see, the little hamsters squeaked and cried bitterly, telling about the little grievances and sorrows they had endured in their hearts.

"Yesterday I was so scared that I cried. Although I hate Gu Yi so much, I saw him committing suicide as soon as I closed my eyes!"

"Me too. It's too scary. I dare not tell my friends about it, lest she laugh at me as a coward."

"Fortunately, Ruo Cangcang invited Guandu out today. Even if this is just the warm-up of "Guandu 2", I still feel that the real Taoist Guandu is by my side. Woooooo, I want to confess the purple Guandu! "

The call for confession is extremely high.

There is even a beautification version with high-definition filters, which spreads from fans to Weibo every minute.

If Ruo Cang swipe it casually, he can find his own photo in the hamster crying bitterly.

It seems that hanging the photo above the bed can drive away evil spirits and prevent evil spirits from invading.

Fans of Ruo Cang are too soft and cute and too slender.

They are not only the victims of last night's live broadcast, but also the beneficiaries of tonight's live broadcast.

The feeling of facing death is not good, Ruo Cang opened Weibo helplessly, typed and deleted repeatedly.

I don't know how to comfort them.

Ou Zhiming could feel his entanglement.

Celebrities and fans shouldn't be too close, not to mention that this live broadcast is a warm-up in the name of "Guandu 2", and has nothing to do with Gu Yi.

"Let's do this." Ou Zhiming boldly suggested, "You write Zhang Fu and post it on Jiren Tianxiang Weibo. After I repost it, you repost mine."

Great idea and useful.

Ruocang gladly picked up the pen to write the talisman, and accompanied it with gentle words, and edited the message: "Worries and delusions, and physical and mental distress. Those who have achieved enlightenment are always quiet. ——"Qing Jing Jing""

As soon as the news was released, Ou Zhiming and Ruo Cang changed, which immediately attracted the attention of countless viewers and fans.

It's a pity that what they pay attention to is not what Jiren Tianxiang said, but Guan Erdu!

"Ouhuang, you have asked Ruocang to go into battle, when will the second degree come out?"

"When will you turn on the phone and talk to me? Today's live broadcast blows my mind away, and I'm just waiting to go to the cinema to see the Taoist in purple!"

"Where's the script? What about casting? You've all preheated the live broadcast, so it should be all set?"

Ou Zhiming's scalp tingled from the audience's questioning.

He was very sure that this group of big-hearted guys were fine after watching the live broadcast.

If something happened, how could you urge him to turn it on in such a hurry?

Ou Zhiming went to the sofa and chose to be autistic.

Ruo Cang scrolled through Weibo, and happily found that his little hamsters forwarded Weibo one by one.

But the content is perfectly aligned with the audience.

"Thank you master, I don't have any worries, I just hope that Ruo Cangcang can work harder to make movies, so that I can watch him more when I am worried."

"Actually, my mood has been warmed up because of "Guan Du 2", and I dare not play the tragedy of "Sound of Chen Xiang" again. I accept the master's amulet and sincerely pray that Guan Du will come soon!"

The hamster's urging pierced Ruo Cang's heart more than the heartless macho audience.

He turned around and asked Ou Zhiming, "When will "Guandu 2" start?"

Ou Zhiming: "... Soon."

Ruo Cang had heard these words many times, and he had received Ou Zhiming's flustered and true spiritual call without fail.

——The main line of the script has not been decided yet!

——Starting to change the script now should be able to deal with the first half of the plot.

——won’t Ruo Cang hear it?

Ruocang calmly took out his phone.

--heard it.

——So now I want to contact Director Wen to see if his movie script is happy or not.

Ou Zhiming: ...

The police investigation announcement appeared on the third day after the case was broadcast live.

The response on the Internet tended to be calm, and most people have accepted this fact silently, leaving only a trace of regret.

Gu Yi is not a good person, nor has he done any good deeds.

Quan Zongwei's killing list is the clue he announced, but for the vast majority of people on the Internet, they can easily find the names on the list who died of suicide, car accidents and illnesses.

Not at all like a conspiracy.

The truth of these things, apart from waiting for the police to investigate and give the final result, actually has nothing to do with them.

Unrelated things are easier to look at.

They would rather spend more time urging the cooing Ou Zhiming, rather than immerse themselves in sadness, mourning someone they don't like.

As a result, Ou Zhiming's Weibo was invaded inhumanely.

Audiences who used to be scruples about the power of metaphysics, watched the warm-up of "Guan Du 2" and became confident.

"Three days and 72 hours since the warm-up, where is my "Guandu 2" trailer?"

"Don't mention the preview, I didn't see the group training or preparations. Hey, Ouhuang is making a movie in stream of consciousness this time? Just start the movie in his head?"

"...Before "Guan Du" was launched, I could still see a few storyboards. After so long, there is nothing in "Guan Du 2" except Ruo Cang in a purple robe and live broadcast."

The masses questioned, causing Ou Zhiming to fall into a crisis of trust.

But he has worked very hard...

I'm writing a script!

The framework of "Guandu 2" is easy to build.

Suspenseful criminal investigation and reasoning, plus Catholic chaos into PK.

With Ou Zhiming in mind, he decided to start with the stranger who broke into the church on a thunderstorm night.

Use a death that happened in Catholicism to kick off the prelude to the second degree of switch!

The ideal is full, the reality is cruel.

Ou Zhiming was full of confidence, had a beginning, an end, and a framework, and then, as expected, entered the infinite process of scrapping and discarding manuscripts.

It goes back and forth, again and again.

There are a bunch of storyboards in the movie, all of which are Ruo Cang dressed in Taoist robes. Apart from showing the extraordinary beauty of Guan Du, it has no meaning to the succession and turning point of the plot.

Ou Zhiming's bottleneck is too obvious.

So much so that Ruo Cang looked at him with the expression: Sure enough, let me tell.

As expected of a man with a similar heart and mind with Ou Zhiming, he knew that Ou Zhiming's only male lead could not agree to his request.

According to Ou Zhiming's progress, a film in five years is a luxury, and it is very likely that it will start in ten years. Guan Du will jump directly from 20 to 30, and he will be promoted from a youth idol to a star.

"Forget it, I gave up."

Ou Zhiming pushed the computer and stretched out his hand on the spot, "Show me Wen Rumin's script."

Ruo Cang looked at him with a smile, handed out the script he was studying, and pained Ou Xin, "Didn't some people say that I should only be your hero?"

Ou Zhiming took the script and replied in pain, "I'm sorry, I don't deserve it."

A director who can't write a script, how dare he invite a popular actor to be his leading actor.

will be killed by the audience.