Who would have guessed that the door that was supposed to enter had not yet entered, and was caught by two impermanence next door. It was like stealing into a policeman's house. Lan He and Lao Bai tore the ropes from their bodies, tied them into a string and headed to Juehui Temple, completely confused from beginning to end.
"Look at you, you don't have many ghosts. I don't know that we have a technique for impermanence, called the impermanence knot. Once you hit it, you can hook dozens of ghosts, and it's hard to escape." Lao Bai showed it to him, "It's not like Underworld, their escape rate is much higher."
He secretly started to diss the underworld, because he already knew that Yan San had the idea of poaching. Although Lan He probably won't go, she has to plan ahead.
With so many skills, Lan He really learned it.
Lao Bai laughed loudly: "You also said that you don't want to go through impermanence. Isn't that a serious study?"
Lan He glanced at him: "Old Bai, have you seen the words written on my head?"
Old Bai: "I see."
Lan He: "Read it."
Old Bai: "I've come here..."
Lao Bai: "… "
… Okay, he gets it.
When I arrived at Juehui Temple, I saw that there are many wandering spirits here. Occasionally passers-by pass by and pass through their bodies. Those wandering spirits with low ghost power will disperse indistinctly for a while, and it will take a long time to gather back.
"I'm afraid it's a method meeting today, it's so lively. It's great, I took the opportunity to mix in and escape together." Lao Bai listened carefully, and there was indeed a sound of chanting.
The temple held a supernatural ceremony, and the natural wandering spirits listened to the scriptures around, hoping to get the chance to transcend. In the ritual spell, there will be an invitation to the ghosts to bring their souls to the meeting. This is an invitation to allow them to enter.
"Come on sir, come on sir!"
Lan He suddenly called out to himself, and when he saw it, it was Xu Gui in a long gown. His figure looked much more condensed than last time, "It's you, Xu Gui."
"Lord here, and this master." Xu Guizuo bowed and smiled naively, "I'll give you two my best wishes. Come on, I just ate the chemical food in there, you are late, come in and eat quickly. ."
"Oh!" Lan He remembered Su Zhai in Juehui Temple, grabbed Lao Bai, "Come on!"
After entering, Lan He realized that he was thinking about something wrong. There were also offerings at the dharma meeting, but it was not vegetarian food, but fragrant flowers and fruits. Lan He picked and ate some, but he was a little tired of eating fruit at night.
"If I wandered around here looking for food, would the monk catch me and beat me?" Lan He asked Lao Bai hesitantly.
Old Bai: "I'm wearing a uniform, so what are you afraid of. If you meet an eminent monk, you say you came to the dharma meeting, and you get lost."
Lan He: "Yes, yes."
Lan He floated to the monks living area of Juehui Temple and wanted to find the back kitchen, but he saw Song Futan in a courtyard. He slept casually on the wooden couch by the window, the window was open, and the moonlight and Lan He's eyes It fell on his handsome face together.
"Eh..." Lan He was not surprised and puzzled for a long time. It was not surprising that Song Futan and Juehui Temple were related to each other.
Lan He hardly thought about it, so he floated down, looked at it for a while, and squatted down to blow cool air on his neck, "Hu-hu-"
Song Futan recited the incantation and gradually fell asleep. The chill on his neck made him slowly open his eyes. Generally, this kind of gloomy wind swept his neck is a precursor to the appearance of ghosts. He was mentally prepared and opened his eyes. But he saw Xiaolai squatting beside the bed to frighten him: "Slightly slightly."
Song Futan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that this should be his dream. After reading the Golden Wheel Mantra, he really dreamed of Xiaolai.
Since it was in a dream, Song Futan looked at him and said, "You are here."
"Ah? You are too calm, aren't you surprised at all!" Lan He thought she could scare Song Futan, but this is too calm, as expected of a common ghost, "I will send it with my colleague. The ghost came here, I wanted to find something to eat, but I didn't expect to see you here."
Song Futan: "?"
He was a little strange in his heart, how could this dream be so complete, even with a plot that he didn't even know about himself. Colleague, are you referring to the underworld emissary of the underworld
However, in the end it is a dream, or there are absurd bugs. How could the undercover officer of the Yin Division of Dongyue escort the wronged souls to Juehui Temple
Song Futan ignored the bug and just said, "Did you wake me up because you wanted me to lead the way to the kitchen?"
"It was discovered by you, I think you must know where the food is." Lan He took the soul cable, "Hey, why don't you float with me to eat, it's convenient. I seem to be more accustomed to looking at your soul. body."
"Um."
Because facing Xiaolai and dreaming, Song Futan was willing to leave his soul.
Lan He hooked him, pulled him out, and stretched out his hand again.
Song Futan took Lan He's hand, completely broke away from the body and stood up.
The contact between the soul and the soul is a wonderful touch, icy and cold, and it seems to be true. He thought that it was a dream that he would hold hands, but it felt quite real.
"Come with me, are you not eating well in the unit?" Song Futan thought of the legendary ghost who was hungry for one meal and one meal, and felt that Xiaolai was indeed very thin.
"Too bad!" Lan He thought of Liu Chunyang, "Wow, my boss won't let me eat enough."
Although it was in a dream, Song Futan still felt too pitiful to see Xiaolai's appearance. This is all a reflection of reality.
Song Futan immediately took him to the kitchen, "There are also some carrot cakes and vegetarian steaks here. It's the supper prepared by my cousin. You can eat them all."
The radish cake made of shredded white radish and sticky rice flour has the fragrance and sweetness of radish, soft and delicious, just right salty and sweet, and not greasy at all. The vegetarian steak is actually made of dried tofu. After pouring the soup, it can almost be fake, and the color and flavor are very close to meat dishes.
Lan He ate happily, "I've heard that the vegetarian food in Juehui Temple is very delicious, and I finally got it. I've been looking for it for a long time. How do they cook the food, and why does it taste so good?"
Song Futan: "The back kitchen told me that the Shurangama Sutra will be placed when cooking."
Lan He: "..."
Lan He said loudly, "I don't believe it! Don't lie to us about the impermanence of Dongyue!"
Song Futan felt that he was really cute, "Because the "Sangama Sutra" was released, the mood became calmer, and he was able to cook high-level vegetarian dishes."
Lan He: "Okay, there's some truth to this."
Not only in a dream, but without any scruples, Song Futan asked him: "If you are hungry in the future, come to Juehui Temple to eat? You can tell me what you like to eat and prepare in advance."
Lan He: "Okay!!!"
Song Futan smiled when he saw how happy he was. Immediately a little disappointed, if this is not a dream, it would be great.
It was at this moment that Old Bai came over, "Xiao Lai, have you found something to eat? I'm hungry too—who is this?"
"This is a friend of mine." Lan He waved and introduced Song Futan, "This is my colleague Lao Bai."
Song Futan: "Old Bai???"
His expression was so incredible that even Lao Bai was inexplicable, "Yes... me, is there any problem?"
Song Futan suddenly felt that something was wrong. He had never seen Lao Bai, and holding the Golden Wheel Mantra was the person he dreamed of in Yemeng, but he could dream of something he had never seen before.
He asked calmly, "Am I dreaming?"
Lan He: "Dream? What are you talking about?"
Song Futan: "..."
Lan He reacted for a while before saying in astonishment, "Ah, do you think you have been dreaming?"
Song Futan: "..."
He slowly raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows. Although he wanted to see Xiaolai, this was not the result he wanted...
Old Bai is still out of the situation: "What is the situation, what is this person doing, is he dead or not?"
Song Futan said with a headache, "But you are a yin messenger from the Yin Division of Dongyue, why did you come to Juehui Temple to participate in the dharma meeting, and you promised me to come often."
"Wait, you think it's impossible for me to appear at Juehui Temple, so you think it's a dream?" Lan He wondered if she had found the point, "But Lao Bai and I are here to take advantage."
Song Futan: "..."
Lao Bai continued the situation: "What's the matter? Do I still have something to eat?"
Song Futan took out another dish from under the gauze, and handed it to Lao Bai, who took it and ate it without saying a word.
"Hahahahaha, you are too funny! I just said you were taken aback by me, how could you be so calm, it turned out to be a dream." Lan He recalled more later, "Hahahahaha Ha ha!"
Song Futan was more embarrassed than Lan He understood. He tried to keep calm in front of Lan He, "But you still rarely come here. I'll take you away."
He came to Juehui Temple from time to time, and he had never seen Xiaolai before.
Lan He immediately agreed, "Let's go for a walk and wait until Lao Bai has finished eating before leaving."
…
When the two walked out, the sound of chanting scriptures could still be heard faintly. The monks' transcendence ceremony was still going on. If they floated higher, they could still see the ghosts who were praying for transcendence.
"Actually, yesterday, I remembered you and the little lame donkey. It wasn't in a dream. I didn't expect to meet again." Lan He smiled and said, and was in a good mood just now.
When Song Futan heard his words, he unconsciously wrote prose in his heart, um, he was thinking of me too.
Lan He was chatting with him and floated up to the roof, only to see a young monk sitting in the courtyard, motionless in front of the stone table, as if he was in a trance.
Lan He looked familiar, thinking that this is not some kind of Master Sikong. It is said that he is the youngest head of the Juehui Temple in history, that is, the supervisor of the temple, the right arm of the abbot. His position is very important. It has been popular on the Internet for a while.
It is said that not only is the Internet celebrity, but Buddhism is also profound and famous in the industry...
At this time, a few more monks entered the yard. An old monk walking in the front was holding a cane in his hand. His face was wrinkled, but his eyes were clear, his body was tall, and he walked in the most ordinary monk clothes. at the front.
Seeing Sikong sitting in a daze, the old monk asked, "What is Sikong doing?"
Sikong returned to his senses and said quietly, "I'm thinking about how to practice Zen when the heat is overwhelming."
"Why don't you avoid it?" The old monk picked up his cane and pulled it towards Sikong.
Don't look at the old man's age, when he moved, his sleeves were rolled up, his muscles were bulging, and he was half a head taller than Sikong.
The originally quiet and handsome Master Sikong jumped up, his face wrinkled in pain, and he bowed to the old monk tremblingly.
Who knew that the old monk slammed it again, Sikong took another blow, and grinned and said: "I know, I know, don't insist that your heart will not be disturbed, I will blow the electric fan to practice meditation!"
Only then did the old monk put away his crutches, "Go!"
Seeing Sikong slip away, he asked the monk beside him again.
Lan He was stunned, "Who is this?"
Song Futan said: "The abbot here, Master Fufu, is also the master of the previous monk."
No wonder he dared to call Sikong. It turned out to be the master and the abbot. Lan He was also a little impressed by this name. Sometimes he would see it on the news, a very famous old monk. But the Fufu Mage he imagined, or every old monk, should have a benevolent purpose, and the appearance of this beating person with a stick is too cruel.
Lan He's throat was itchy, and she couldn't help but say, "What did that mean just now, just as he was talking, he beat someone with a cane."
Song Futan: "That's not a walking stick."
Lan He: "Ah? What is it?"
Song Futan: "It's the stick he used to beat people."
Lan He: "???"
Lan He said in shock: "... At such an old age, this abbot is still a warrior monk."
Song Futan was teased and laughed lightly, "Have you ever heard of a blow to the head?"
Lan He has heard this idiom even if he doesn't believe in Buddhism, "Of course, it's a sudden scary, let them understand the truth... Hey, do you mean that the master was also beating the head just now? Did he really hit him with a stick?"
"This is one of the specialties of the Linji School, and the Buddhist community is known as the 'Linji General'," Song Futan Youyou explained.
In fact, there are many kinds of monks, not all of them are so gentle and have punches and feet.
The style of the Linji School has always been very strong.
When the first ancestor of Linji, Master Yixuan practiced, he was not beaten once or twice, but asked three times and beaten three times. Master Deshan Xuanjian was even more ferocious. His apprentices were given 30 hits for speaking, and 30 hits for not speaking.
Deshan stick, Linji drink, is the origin of "Drinking the head stick".
But people use sticks to make people enlightened. After they became famous, some people imitated them, beat them, and drank randomly, but if they didn't have the skills, they would be useless, so they would not be called Junlie, but reckless, and they would be ridiculed.
This immovable mage is very retro and is good at drinking disciples, which is rare today. Just because he is quite ancient, and like Master Deshan, he is also known as Master King Kong in the industry.
Besides, the stick of Master Deshan is divided into types, there are moves, there are sticks for scholars to return to the right path, there are sticks for verifying the truth, there are sticks for encouragement, and so on.
The most awesome one is called blind plus blind stick. This kind of stick is unreasonable. Just raise your hand and hit it...
"Blind and blind? Hit you and hit you without any reason." For the first time, Lan He knew that "drinking the head" is still so systematic, and it is a special style of this genre. He swallowed and said in admiration: "Amazing, this is the kind of Buddha that a macho should cultivate!!"
Song Futan: "..."
At this time, the old monk below suddenly raised his head and looked over with clear eyes, extremely sharp.
Lan He suddenly seemed to be swept by the wind from the North Pole, but Master Fufu only glanced at it, smiled, and left the yard.
Lan He was silent for a while before recovering, "Did he see us?"
Song Futan said, "I can always see it."
Lan Hejong said: "Then I just said they were stubborn guys, didn't I also hear it..."
Song Futan just wanted to comfort, but Lan He quickly came over and said, "That should be fine, I praise them!"
Song Futan: "..."
Lan He simply sat on the roof chatting with Song Futan, "I heard that the capital has been in chaos recently. No wonder you are always away from your soul, so be careful."
Seeing that he cared about him, Song Futan nodded, "I know. You are also very busy." He didn't even have time to eat.
"It's not bad. By the way, my friend knocked out one of the gatekeepers who tripped us up last time, hahahahaha!" Lan He shared with Song Futan the last time they went down to Huangquan together. follow-up experience.
Song Futan looked at his smiling eyes and couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart, and said, "My surname is Song..."
Want to tell me your name? Lan He was half surprised and half understood, as if he had been waiting for this moment.
However, Song Futan only said two words, and his figure moved backwards uncontrollably.
"What's wrong?" Lan He jumped up.
"... I'm going to return to my soul." Song Futan just said with a little annoyance, but was sent away by the breeze from nowhere.
"Hey!" Lan He was stunned and then smiled. Although he didn't hear the name, he at least knew that the other party had the heart. He jumped up and beckoned, "Forget it, let's talk about it next time!"
Um…
Song Futan only felt that in an instant, the world was spinning, and he had returned to his body. When he opened his eyes again, Dou Chunting was lying on the bedside nervously and looked at him, "Cousin, are you alright? I think you are leaving again. The soul is gone, hurry up to find Master Sikong to get you back, he said that fortunately you didn't go far... It's terrible, you can get away from the soul even in the temple."
Song Futan looked at Dou Chunting blankly.
Dou Chunting: "Cousin?"
Song Futan stood up and started beating his cousin.
…
Ying Shao stayed until it was almost bright, but was so sleepy that nothing appeared.
He was depressed, "Are you kidding me? He also said that he wanted me to look good tonight and wasted so much money on me!"
The juniors and juniors were also very depressed. Not only did their pride and enthusiasm get wiped out, but they mainly spent money, "That's right, they're so poor."
"No, it may be to paralyze us and come at the last moment." Ying Shao washed his face with cold water and tried his best to open his eyes. At this moment, his body suddenly trembled, causing even his junior brother to scream.
"Senior brother, what's wrong with brother!"
"Is it cursed?"
"It's okay..." Ying Shao took out his phone, "I'm texting."
He clicked on it and saw that it was an unfamiliar number with only one sentence in it: You're ruthless! Just wait and see!
Ying Shao: "??"
are you crazy.
When Lan He got up early and went downstairs for breakfast, he saw Ying Shao with two big dark circles under his eyes and was buying soy milk fritters. The two looked at each other and said, "Good morning."
Lan He asked, "Have you not slept all night?"
Ying Shao forced a smile, "Yes."
Lan He deliberately said: "Hey, I slept very soundly."
Ying Shao: "..."
White bewitched! White bewitched!
No gossip was heard, and there was nothing to disturb the neighbors! Totally helping the neighbors sleep!
…
Lan He rested at home for another night, and the next day went to the shooting location in the suburbs to gather.
The courtyards here are quite old, or the buildings in this area are relatively old, and there is a folk village scenic spot nearby.
Cheng Haidong quickly began to gossip, saying that the director was optimistic about the scene and rented a house as a filming location. Who knew that something went wrong temporarily. Some people in the village drank too much, and they hit several courtyard walls at once, even the house. Some damage, even the set scenery is in vain.
Liu Chunyang died of anger, and temporarily chose another house to re-set the scene.
Chen Xingyang said, "Then there are kangs here, so I have to sleep in the Chase shop."
During the shooting, the conditions were more difficult than this, Lan He nodded.
Lan He, Cheng Haidong, and Chen Xingyang all lived in different rooms in the same yard as Liu Chunyang. Because the yard was temporarily changed, they were not fully tidy up when they arrived, and waited outside the yard for a while.
The host here is surnamed Yang, and it was the youngest son of the family who gave them a show. The crew called him Xiao Yang, and he was very enthusiastic.
When the crew came, many people in the village were watching, "Hey, this money is made for the Yang family again, I will say that his family's luck is really good, if you sign a contract, you can hit it and run to his house. ."
"I heard that he has added money. He has a big family and three or four yards. How much more money does he make..."
Cheng Haidong listened and whispered: "Then this family is good enough, although the village is far away, such a large piece of land has a unique history, you can rent it out to make money, and you can also make a lot of money from a homestay. Hey, compared to I'm more comfortable."
He said, rubbing his waist again.
"You want to eat hot pot every day. It's not convenient to live here and eat hot pot." Lan He comforted him a few words, and seeing that he was almost packed, he went in to put his luggage.
It was still very tiring to shoot in another place. Chen Xingyu and Lao Lin were only half a day late, so they brought Miaomiao to see them. They had a much easier time these days.
At this time, Chen Xingyu and his wife already trusted Lan He very much. When he was holding Miaomiao, Lao Lin was chatting with Chen Xingyang outside, and Chen Xingyu also took a nap—even if he didn't cry much, such a small baby would still be easy to carry. very tired.
Lan He took the opportunity to take out Miss Hu's fingernail, smashed it down a little, wrapped it in paper and set it on fire.
As the flames burned his nails and burst into light blue flames, Lan He felt as if there was a surge of energy hitting him. He seemed to know what to do next, and—
Lan He raised her left hand, her fingernails had grown a lot like Miss Hu at some point, extremely sharp, and glowed with a cold light.
Lan He quickly looked behind him, fortunately, there was no fox tail.
He seized the time, his hand with long nails covered Miaomiao's head, and when Miaomiao saw his hand, he was not afraid, but laughed.
"You don't recognize this hand, do you?" Lan He also smiled at him, and then cursed three times: "The golden light of merit, Huihui opens the darkness, Dinghui gives birth to lotus flowers, all soul gods are eternal..."
After the curse, Miaomiao fell asleep.
Lan He went out to say hello to Lao Lin, and went back to take a shower.
After a while, Miaomiao woke up and cried, and Lao Lin hurriedly hugged him, without disturbing Lan He immediately, he coaxed him first, seeing that he might be a little hungry, so he fed the milk, after feeding Miaomiao naturally calmed down, Big eyes looking around.
Slowly, Lao Lin felt that something was wrong.
Wait a minute, Miaomiao cried, breastfeeding, but stopped crying, there is no Lan He in the middle, and there is no Lan He video!
He thought stupidly, this is not a coincidence, Miaomiao, could this be... all right
When Chen Xingyu woke up, Miaomiao had not cried or made trouble for an hour. Chen Xingyang and Lao Lin were hugging him excitedly and sharing the news with Chen Xingyu.
It was also at this time that Lan He came over.
As soon as Miaomiao saw him, she clapped her hands to hug—obviously, although Lan He was no longer his cure for crying, he was still one of his favorite people.
"Lan He, Miaomiao is ready!" Chen Xingyu wiped her tears and handed Miaomiao to him. She felt from the bottom of her heart that it was because of Lan He that Miaomiao slowly got better!
Lan He took Miaomiao, hugged him and said softly, "Is that so, crybaby?"
The couple couldn't hide their excitement. Lao Lin even took a small video, and when he turned around, Chen Xingyu posted it on his Weibo, and said passionately: "My son's favorite person!!"
If there is no new drama, Chen Xingyu will rarely post a Weibo once. Original Weibo can bring pictures and even fewer videos. As soon as she posts, fans immediately flock to her.
It's just that I was a little confused after reading the content. Chen Xingyu's friends only have three or two kittens. Who is this? How did it become her son's favorite person
And based on everyone's analysis of Chen Xingyu's previous Weibo, if she wrote it herself, she seldom used an exclamation mark...
How strong is the reconnaissance ability of the netizens, they quickly dug out the partner of Chen Xingyang's new play, and Chen Xingyu also made a cameo some time ago.
Is that how you got in touch? But with Chen Xingyu's character, it is rare to be able to make friends with people in such a short period of time.
At this time, I didn't know if it was a group performer or a staff member of the film and television base, and they also stood up and exploded a photo. It is reasonable to say that it cannot be leaked, but sometimes it is inevitable that there are too many people.
And this is exactly in the previous set, Chen Xingyu's family of three plus Lan He's rest photos, Miaomiao lying on Lan He's chest, Lan He holding a bottle, Chen Xingyu and Lao Lin also wiped his sweat and handed him water, the source said. : During the break, Lan He has been taking children to Chen Xingyu's family.
Hungry reporters quickly wrote their stories in disbelief.
Netizens are also full of doubts after reading:
[why? with kids? This is the first time you've seen this footage? ?]
[Pupil earthquake, has Chen Xingyu changed her sex? Let someone just know bring it to you! child! son! Rub him back! sweat!]
[And is it particularly good to bring? Doubt, I thought the star was so rich, it should be no problem to hire a professional nanny, if it weren't for him, I can't figure out why I would ask my peers...]
[I found that all the news about this actor is too... strange]
[Who said no, either pretend to be dead—it's unclear what this means of pretending to be dead, either to make up the pig's head, or... to use the rest time on the set to help the goddess of star language to take care of the child? He has a lot of skills!]