The Taoist priest is beautiful in his prosperous age [entertainment circle]

Luzhuang Ancient Town is a small tourist town, not very famous, but the ancient buildings inside are well preserved.

After the frost, the morning mist filled the air and there was a coolness in the air.There are not many pedestrians on the road, and the bell of the sprinkler is merrily shuttling through the street.

The dust left over from the demolition of buildings on the street was washed away by the moving water column.

"Bailongguan? Here, it's over there." The proprietress casually pointed to the opposite side of the street.

The young man who asked for directions looked along.

The mist turned white, lightly covering his body.Under the eaves of the shop, the young man was tall and straight, his skin was as white as spring snow, and his black hair was dripping water on his face. His appearance was beautiful and eye-catching.

He obviously has short hair and looks like a college student who just graduated, but he is wearing a worn-out Haiqing Taoist robe, which is a bit strange.

When the young man came to ask for directions, Qingyue said "Excuse me" in a low voice, which was nice and polite.

The proprietress of the store is even more enthusiastic in giving directions.

After thanking Xie Buning, he turned around and let out a breath of white air.Through the mist, I saw an antique building on the opposite side of the street, with the three characters "Cultural Palace" embedded in the door.He couldn't help but look at the proprietress again, Xinghe's eyes widened slightly: "This is the White Dragon Temple?"

The proprietress looked sympathetic: "Ang, it was just remodeled last month..."

Bailongguan, now it should be called the Cultural Palace, there are a few uncles and aunts doing morning exercises on the square in front of the building.

Xie Buning faced the curious eyes of passers-by, and walked to a pile of ruins that hadn't been cleaned up in time.On the smashed wooden plaque inside, the words "Bailongguan" can be vaguely pieced together.

That's right, this is the place where the master asked him to go down the mountain to seek refuge and make money for a living.

Standing in the wind with his bag on his back, Xie Buning showed an indescribable expression.

He never expected that he just had no incense and food on the mountain, and the other party even laid off the entire temple!

——No, the building is still there, it's just a job change.

Xie Buning sat down along the stairs, he had to calm down.The stone steps were very cool, the cold wind blew past, and a pink flyer was blown on his face by the wind: "Dancing is worse than superstition, the square dance team of the Cultural Palace is very popular..."

"..."

As a serious academic Taoist priest, there is probably no one who is worse off than Xie Buning, eating Chinese cabbage every meal.

After completing the four-year course, Taoist priests have to find a Taoist unit to work honestly like most graduates, and get paid to eat.

But the old and rundown Taoist temple where Xie Buning works has no fixed source of income, not to mention wages, no money to repair the tiles, the roof of the temple is leaking everywhere on rainy days, and the painted sculptures of the gods in the temple are also peeling off.The Qingya Temple, which had few incense, became even more deserted after the villages at the foot of the mountain moved out.

The location of Qingya Temple is remote, except for Xie Buning, only Master Xie Bushan lived in the temple for many years.

Not surprisingly, the Taoist temple will be passed on to him in the future.

In order to make a living and guard the Qingya Temple for Master, Xie Buning packed his backpack and went down the mountain to join Master's former comrades and friends.

He planned to borrow a piece of land from him, set up a stall for fortune-telling, and when he had saved enough money, he would repair the Broken Taoist Temple and give the patriarch a new layer of clothes.

With the support of a serious Taoist temple, he thought it would be easy to make money, but he didn't expect...

Bailongguan was hanged earlier than his own old and young, which is outrageous.

Before going down the mountain, Xie Buning quietly returned the 2000 yuan that Master put in his bag, leaving only 100 yuan for travel expenses.Taking the car, eating, and now there are a few coins left in his pocket. If he doesn't want to make money, he won't even be able to go home.

In the morning, there were many elders and aunts who came to the Cultural Palace Square to exercise, Xie Buning was a little moved, and stood up to straighten the wrinkled Taoist robe.

Before he could go any further, an elder sister wearing a red armband came over with a broom, looked him up and down, and spoke with an accent: "We are serious about superstition at the entrance of the cultural unit."

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In the early morning at the end of October, Xie Buning was walking on the street on an empty stomach, the cold wind lifted the priest robe with only a thin layer of quilted cotton on his body, and blew into his clothes.

He was wearing a long Taoist robe, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, which always attracted other people to look back.While walking, he bowed his head and muttered something, if you listen carefully, you will find that he is talking...

"I'm so hungry, why am I so poor..."

Xie Buning's eyes were empty.With the mountains falling and the trees shaking, the patriarch's job can't be held, so can he only make money in other ways?

Just as he was thinking about it, he was stopped by someone, it was the proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop who had just shown him the way.

"Young man, do you want to eat steamed stuffed bun?" The proprietress greeted him across the counter, looked at him sympathetically and said, "No money."

She noticed that the young man dressed as a Taoist priest returned without success, and when she heard this good-looking young man muttering something "so hungry" and looking at his handsome face, her heart softened.

Xie Buning was grumbling his stomach, quite embarrassed: "This is not very good." Eating and drinking for free.

The proprietress embraced the steamer: "Hey, two buns are not a big deal."

As soon as the steamer was opened, the aroma of steaming big white buns rushed out immediately.Xie Buning's eyes lit up instantly, how soft the bun looked.The proprietress thought that the young man was thin-skinned, so she opened her mouth to try to persuade him, Xie Buning hurriedly nodded: "Yeah, thank you so much!"

The proprietress silently swallowed her words: "..."

It's not polite at all.

But...it's kind of cute.

The proprietress picked up a few buns with a smile, and when she was happy, she brought a glass of soy milk to quench his thirst.

The proprietress doesn't believe in Taoism, but Xie Buning looked over with a pair of black eyes, which were clear and transparent, which was very likable, so it didn't hinder her from doing good deeds.

"You take it. It's delicious with my homemade chili sauce! Wait, I'll get you a box." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left immediately.

The steamed buns just out of the oven are hot and soft, and as soon as you hold them in your hands, your whole body feels warm.Xie Buning thanked him politely, and the proprietress told him not to be polite. In a short period of time, she no longer regarded him as a stranger at all, and was as affectionate as her own junior.

"Sister, where can I find work in town?" Xie Buning took the buns and didn't leave immediately, wanting to inquire about some news, "Anything is fine."

It seems that the old line of business can't do it for the time being, so we must first find a way to solve the meal and accommodation.

Just after finishing speaking, the proprietress looked at him with disapproval on her face: "Oh, I said that a good boy is superstitious and has no future. As the saying goes, men are afraid of entering the wrong line of work, so you didn't go there to do it , otherwise it must be amazing!"

Xie Buning smiled and didn't explain, most people will misunderstand their beliefs, it's not a day or two.

Instead, he asked, "Where are you talking about?"

"It's the crew that turned the corner ahead and rented the Lin family compound for filming!"

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After the good-looking young man left, the proprietress cleaned up the counter and picked out a paper bag smaller than half a palm from the small dustpan where the money was placed.

Open it, and there is a small yellow triangular talisman inside.

On the small paper bag, "Lucky Talisman" was carefully marked with a brush. The handwriting is elegant. Few people can write calligraphy now, but it looks very impressive.There is a small red stamp printed on the bottom, which is only the size of a fingernail. If you carefully identify it, it is the four characters "Qingya Guanyin".

"Where did you get it?" The proprietress held it up and looked at it, muttering.Qingya Temple?Never heard of it.

After thinking about the young man's attire just now, it became clear.I'm afraid she didn't eat her buns for nothing, so she stayed to make a good relationship.

Lucky talisman, it would be great if there were really a panacea for luck in the world.

Thinking of the unlucky things that happened to her family one after another, the smile on her face disappeared quickly, and she hummed softly while pinching the small talisman: "... If this thing is really useful, hmph, I'll pack him two big flower baskets!"

Xie Buning inquired all the way to the Lin family compound.

The crew has a lot of chores, lighting, photography, assistants, doubles... and extras, so the chances of finding a job are always higher.

Alas, the No. 20 eighth-generation disciple of the dignified Qingya Temple has been reduced to the point where it is difficult for him to make a living. It's too miserable.

Xie Buning hugged the ancestral dharma sword distressedly.

Fortunately, he didn't blame others, he quickly adjusted his mentality, and clenched his fists: whether he can eat meat or not depends on this time!

After 10 minutes, passing through a wide alley, there was indeed a very grand old house at the end. There were several security guards standing under sun umbrellas at the door to prevent onlookers or tourists from entering.

Xie Buning was overjoyed, it should be here.

He hid the dharma sword wrapped in cloth behind his back, raised his head and stepped forward, and was about to ask the security guard if he was recruiting, when suddenly someone pushed him from behind.

"Hey, start filming right away, if you don't go in, you will be scolded!"

A man in a yellow t-shirt was holding a birdcage, and walked past him non-stop, pushing him forward: "What about you, hurry up!"

"Wait--"

Before Xie Buning could finish speaking, the other party had already hurriedly crossed the threshold, without even looking at him from the beginning to the end.

"??"

Who is this man? Does he know him?Xie Buning stepped forward in a daze.The security guard at the gate just took a look and let him go without looking at his credentials.

As soon as you enter the house, the scene is quite different from the outside.First of all, bypassing the screen wall, there is a large courtyard. Lighting and photography equipment is arranged in the spacious courtyard, and many people are busy shuttling back and forth.

Coming here, Xie Buning finally understood... This is being mistaken for an actor again.

It is still recognized by the industry.

Shaking the Taoist robe on his body, sure enough, he still has to rely on the patriarch to reward him with food.He simply made a mistake, searched for the back of the yellow cultural shirt in the corner, and swaggered after him.

The environment on the set was a bit chaotic, equipment and items were placed everywhere, everyone was busy with their own work, and no one noticed that a strange face came in.

The large courtyard is in the shape of a courtyard house, and there is a small room at the corner, which was originally a side room, but is now used as a utility room for the crew to store props.

The props in the utility room are managed by a special person, and a small table is moved to sit at the door.The yellow cultural shirt walked over, raised his arm and handed the birdcage to a thin man with plumbing equipment.

Xie Buning heard him complaining loudly: "Brother, dear brother, don't you think the cage is good or not. Do you know what time I get up for it? It's good if I have it. I don't need to ask for more. My legs can run two laps Son!"

The tall and thin man responded with a bitter face: "Isn't that Director Jiang's pick? Our group has been scolded bloody for the past two days. I am so wronged. Who is sick to steal the birdcage? If you steal it, you will steal it." Two! God knows what's going on..."

When Xie Buning listened to their chat, his eyes turned to the utility room.

The lights were not turned on inside, and there was only one narrow door in this room of less than ten square meters, and the inside of the door was dark.Xie Buning frowned slightly, smelling a faint smell of paper dust in the air...

After the two complained for a while, the yellow shirt turned around and found the person behind them strange: "Why are you still here..."

When he met Xie Buning's face, he was stunned for a moment, only felt that the dark corner seemed to become brighter, and the rest of the words were choked in his throat.

The yellow t-shirt was choked with saliva, and the words were knotted: "This teacher, no, no, who are you?"

Xie Buning raised a smile and was about to speak.Suddenly his eyes swept over his shoulder, his eyes darkened, and he warned in a low voice: "Don't move."