There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Ruocang imagined that Ou Zhiming's luck should be similar to that of the brilliant Wan Jiaqi.

The golden light is shining like a benevolent person, otherwise how could he become a pioneer of metaphysics who provokes whoever is unlucky, his career is on the rise, and he is sought after by thousands of fans.

However, meeting is not as good as being famous.

Ruo Cang frowned at Ou Zhiming's stern fate.

So, he frowned and put on a formulaic smile, responding to Ou Zhiming's handshake.

The short contact made him very much need to put incense sticks on the patriarch to calm down, so as to control the urge to eliminate Ou Zhiming.

Ruo Cang has always been gentle, but suddenly his expression is forced, Wan Jiaqi only thinks it is the sun.

Fortunately, he is handsome, and he can control any expression without any violation.

Even Jiang Shasha boasted in surprise, "I heard from Director Wan that you are more handsome in real life than in photos, so it is true!"

Her voice is clear, revealing a unique accent.

It's just polite, Ruo Cang understands it, he said: "But no matter how handsome I am, I still can't compare with Sasha, your voice is more impressive, once you hear it, you will never forget it."

Business blows each other and careers set up a stage.

Wan Jiaqi smiled and said, "I'll show you Ruo Cang's dance in the morning, that's what really impressed me."

Everything the director said was right.

The two immediately expressed interest.

Ou Zhiming took the lead to enter the Shen family's mansion, everything was calm,

Ruo Cang was wondering, Jiang Shasha followed her in.

As soon as she stepped into a leg, the change of breath in Shen's ancestral house was exactly the same as what Ruo Cang felt before.

Full of restlessness and repulsion, overflowing with the meaning of "you are not welcome here".

The memory left in architecture is far longer than the memory left in people.

Ruo Cang stared at Jiang Shasha, and walked briskly into the courtyard.

He had seen Jiang Shasha from afar. During the rising period of her career, her luck was mostly bright and dark.

Looking carefully now, her luck is not dark in the light, but dark in the dark.

He had to stop Wan Jiaqi, and said in a low voice, "The problem is Jiang Shasha."

"What?" Wan Jiaqi's eyes were full of confusion.

"It's not that this courtyard is haunted, but that this courtyard doesn't welcome Jiang Shasha, so I want to drive her out."

If this happened during the program preparation period, Wan Jiaqi would of course be willing to change candidates.

But Jiang Shasha has come all the time, and she didn't refuse because of the accident last time. As a choreographer, he can't ask people to quit for no reason.

So he put the treasure on Ruo Cang.

"Master, do you have a solution?"

Ruo Cang was silent for a moment, then replied, "Look first."

The Taoism he practices focuses on conforming to nature.

The Shen clan is here, and they, outsiders, of course cannot offend their master casually.

What's more, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Shen family is a god who protects one side by accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, helping the world and saving people.

The awe-inspiring spirit that should be magnanimous will not blame the little outsider for no reason.

Unless, Jiang Shasha committed a serious crime or brought something sinful.

Stars in the entertainment circle are more or less superstitious about rumors in the world.

The seniors worshiped the Great Buddha and got good resources, so the younger generation will also go to worship, seeking the same situation.

There are countless ornaments for blessing, divination and luck, and some bold ones dare to raise little ghosts and offer amulets.

Jiang Shasha's luck is a bit like enshrining bad things.

But it is also too weak, and there is no storm at all.

The Shen family is so stingy?

Ruo Cang fell into confusion, Ou Zhiming suddenly said, "Teacher Wan?"

Both big names are waiting for Wan Jiaqi.

Wan Jiaqi quickly walked up, "It's all right, I'll tune the video for you right now."

Even if it is only the first version recorded, Ruo Cang's dance is shocking enough on a small monitor.

Moreover, the sense of existence of that brush is infinitely high, it is no longer a simple dance.

More like graceful and fluid martial arts.

Ou Zhiming stared at him with an extremely indifferent expression, but he couldn't bear to look away.

Jiang Shasha was very straightforward, covered her mouth and exclaimed in surprise: "That's amazing! I feel that Ruo Cang can support this episode of the show alone."

The camera assistant next to him quickly boasted: "Sasha, the song you sing is unique, and this is the highlight of our show!"

This made Jiang Shasha extremely happy.

Ou Zhiming pondered for a moment and asked, "Which song are you going to sing?"

"'The Coming of Spring'."

When Ou Dao spoke, Jiang Shasha naturally wanted to show off a few times, and then she sang.

When she sang the first word, the entire quiet courtyard suddenly had a gust of wind.

The sound of dead leaves and weeds scraping across the floor was extremely loud in Ruocang's ears, almost drowning out Sasha's singing.

Ruo Cang could hear the roar of the whole village, and in the daytime wind, they gathered into an angry howl.

With Jiang Shasha's cappella, it gradually became clear, and the wind was blowing so hard that people couldn't keep their eyes open.

Faced with the wind, Jiang Shasha had to stop, and stretched out her hand to smooth her long hair that was blown by the wind.

The little assistant didn't realize it, and even boasted: "Sister Shasha, the wind is applauding you!"

Jiang Shasha readily accepted, put away the embarrassment on her face, and looked at Ou Zhiming with anticipation in her eyes.

"Yeah." Ou Zhiming reluctantly cheered, "It's very nice."

Ruo Cang felt that these people were really happy that they couldn't see anything.

This is no applause, it's the kind of applause brought by the ancestors of the Shen family, who can't wait to crush people to death!

It's only daytime.

At night, he can naturally imagine the haunted scene that Director Wan said.

He didn't find Sasha's problem, but he found the reason for the Shen family's mansion's conflict.

The situation is a little serious.

When others were holding Jiang Shasha to prepare, Ruocang found Wan Jiaqi.

He said, "Wan Dao, let's go outside to see the scene that will be filmed later."

It's like a secret code, of course Wan Jiaqi understands it.

As soon as they left the yard, Ruocang cut straight to the point.

"You can't let her sing." He looked at the entire Shen family's ancestral house, which was in a state of combat readiness, "At least, you can't sing in the Shen family's courtyard."

"Why?" Wan Jiaqi asked with heartache, "That's the highlight of our show!"

Under the night sky, everything is silent, and the singing of beautiful women and the memories of history complement each other.

Who doesn't like to watch, who doesn't like to listen? !

However, no matter how important it is.

Ruo Cang said it sincerely and straightforwardly, "Because the Shen family doesn't like to hear it."

The haunted psychological shadow finally defeated Wan Jiaqi's artist cultivation.

On the same day, according to Wan Jiaqi's request, the program team changed the venue of Jiang Shasha's "The Coming of Spring" outside the Shen family's mansion.

They set up a circle of red candles in the open space outside the door, and set the time to light them one by one at dusk at Xu time.

Jiang Shasha put on a long red dress, her makeup was light and elegant, and her expression was quite puzzled.

She has participated in so many shows, of course she knows where to sing more beautifully.

The courtyard of Shen's house is majestic and has a strong sense of history. Of course, it cannot be compared with a gate as the background.

Whether it is the sense of the lens or the atmosphere, it is naturally the house under the night sky, which is more able to touch the hearts of the audience.

Everything is hazy and night falls.

Jiang Shasha asked under the cover of jumping candlelight: "Wan Dao, didn't you sing in the yard before?"

Wan Jiaqi's excuse was very ingenious.

He said: "Oh, because we suddenly felt that using candles as a set could better reproduce the bonfire of that year. So we moved it outside to prevent the sinking house from burning."

It sounds reasonable, but the place was changed by Ruo Cang, and the candles were lighted by Ruo Cang.

These sacrificial candles brought from Shen's ancestral hall have been smudged with the breath of the ancestors of the ancestral hall all year round.

Ignite it at this time, just to enclose Jiang Shasha in it to ensure safety.

That being said, Ruocang was not sure that the ancestors of the Shen family would save face.

When night came, the candles were brightly lit, Jiang Shasha was dressed in red, and she was extremely beautiful in the light of the fire.

There were a lot of people at the shooting site, and there were far away the younger generation of the Shen family, taking pictures and chatting.

However, Ruo Cang felt that the mountains and fields were silent and empty, and the grand and majestic Shen family's ancestral house was vaguely shrouded in the haze of night.

Wan Jiaqi signaled to start, and Jiang Shasha opened her lips and sang: "In winter, the ground is covered with snow—"

The melodious and clear singing voice is melodious in the quiet night.

The song praising that spring will not be defeated by winter is still full of expectations during the Anti-Japanese War.

The entire building complex is shaking with the song.

As if a song touched their wounds that could not heal, they shuddered collectively.

The moment Ruocang noticed the abnormal movement, he turned and walked away from the crowd.

He followed the direction with the strongest breath and came to the Shen family ancestral hall.

The door is not locked here on weekdays, and it is reserved for the descendants of the Shen family who have returned home to kneel down and offer condolences.

Ruo Cang raised his hand and pushed the door open, even the creaking sound of the door shaft was heavy.

The enshrined table was filled with tablets of the Shen clan.

Handwriting from old to new, from ancient to present, densely filled the entire big room.

Facing such a room full of tablets, Ruocang saw thousands of statues of gods.

The pious sacrifices of future generations are worth a temple.

These are not just tablets, but local patron saints.

They are repelling Jiang Shasha, even if she just stood outside the house and sang, it also caused uneasiness to the ancestors of the Shen family.

Ruo Cang picked up the sandalwood piled up beside him, and said aloud, "Sorry for bothering you old people, we only stay here for a few days before leaving."

Holding the incense, he bowed.

Amidst the incense, Ruo Cang's voice was deep and long.

"This song is a song that looks forward to the early victory of the war. It may be a bit heavy for the elders who died in that era. Although the memory is painful, more than 70 years have passed. Don't blame a young man for offending."

He put sandalwood in the incense burner.

The ancestral hall is filled with resentment, anger, and sadness that cannot be ignored.

Those heavy emotions mixed with time that cannot be eliminated gradually diffused from the memorial tablet, continuously and repeatedly.

What they rejected was not Jiang Shasha, but that song.

The spring that the earth was waiting for finally came, but it did not bless those who spent their whole lives waiting for the spring.

The thing that shook Wan Jiaqi's faith was not evil spirits, let alone ghosts.

It is just the last obsession left behind by countless ancestors of the Shen family who refused to appease their hatred after more than 400 years.

The soul belongs to the sky, to the earth, to the rivers and mountains.

The hatred left behind, tossing and lurking, is awakened by singing.

This kind of hatred, Ruo Cang can't just draw a magic circle and talisman to smash it arrogantly.

The goodwill condensed by thousands of ancestors suppresses their evil, and slowly transforms itself in time.

Maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years.

It is long and has a long way to go, but I have never given up on protecting this landscape.

Now, Ruocang just wants to help them.

He respectfully pinched the Sanqing Jue, opened his lips and said: "The supreme pardon, surpass your lonely soul, ghosts and ghosts, all four lives will be blessed..."

With a deep and clear voice, he chanted the Taoist Mantra of Rebirth, soothing the restless souls of the clan.

The unforgettable pain, the hatred that penetrated the soul and the body, and the pain of being tortured surrounded Ruo Cang, swarming him, wantonly venting the hatred of hundreds of years.

Thousands of grievances attracted the upper body, Ruocang's body was washed with a boundless sea of ​​bitterness.

He closed his eyes, his expression was as calm as ever, but there was an unconcealable pain at the peak of his eyebrows.

Soul and body, together with Shen, recall the suffering.

Calming grievances is far more difficult than eliminating them.

Ruo Cang could hardly hear his own voice, and all around his ears were the sharp and miserable wailing, which made him unable to ignore every single word.

Gradually, the hatred became shallow, and it gave Ruo Cang his own five senses.

"what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind, and everything returned to clarity.

The pain and anger pulled away from Ruo Cang's body, causing him to lose his spirit, and he had to hold on to the desk to stabilize his figure.

Ruocang frowned and turned around to look back, only to find that the dark resentment that had not yet been overcome rushed towards Ou Zhiming.

He had just made a tactic, and was about to dispel those grievances.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they were within half a meter of Ou Zhiming, they disappeared like that!

Ruo Cang breathed a sigh of relief, leaning on the desk to stand firm.

He stared incredulously at Ou Zhiming's gloomy luck, and those gloomy lucks were even more unpredictable.

"Ah..." Ruo Cang blinked, and said slowly, "Director Wan asked me to offer incense sticks."

In the censer of worship, it is indeed burning.

However, this was the first time Ou Zhiming had heard of such a strange request.

The two stood in someone else's ancestral hall, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

Ruo Cang has a lot to ask.

He felt that it was useless to ask.

In the end, he conveniently pulled out three more sandalwood sticks from the side.

"Ou Dao, you're here." Ruo Cang lit the incense and handed it to Ou Zhiming.

He said: "I pay homage to the ancestors of the Shen family, and bless Director Wan's program with success."

He overcame a lot of bitterness and hatred that had lingered in the Shen family for hundreds of years, and the rest was absorbed by Ou Zhiming's strange luck.

Although his luck became worse and worse, for the Shen family, there was no hatred for him anymore, and he would be a pure patron saint from now on.

It can be regarded as another kind of soul returning to the night, returning to silence.

Belonging to... Ou Zhiming.

The author has something to say: "The Coming of Spring", composer: Chen Gexin

His representative works are "Rose Rose I Love You", "Phoenix Flying", "Congratulations", "Night Shanghai", and wrote anti-Japanese songs such as "Over This Cold Winter" and "Don't Allow the Enemy to Pass".

"The supreme pardon, surpassing your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and the four lives will be blessed" - "Taoist Rebirth Curse"