If it weren't for Liu Dao and Xiao Yang, it would be impossible for them to know what happened to them. Lan He would suspect that they had joined forces to make fun of him.
Miss Hu seventy-nine? Everyone else's family is an old man, Sanxian Gu, your family is ranked 79th, is this Hujia Hukou particularly prosperous? The most important thing is whether this seventy-nine girl has anything to do with the big girl he knows.
If there is a relationship, and the relationship is not bad, Lan He feels that he can say a few words.
And because of Liu Chunyang's popular science, Lan He seemed to understand at once. Before that, Miss Hu kept saying that if she wanted to live in his house, would she just want him to worship herself in this form, Ding Xian!
But because his current personality is righteous and awe-inspiring, he continues to pretend to be dumb and watch the follow-up.
How could Liu Chunyang know that Lan He also knew a big girl, he knew about the four major sects, and it was a bit difficult for a while.
Speaking of which, the relationship between Hu Clan and Bixia Yuanjun is closer than the other three—it is rumored that the cultivation of the fox clan in the world has to be assessed by the Empress of Mount Tai. head.
The rankings of the Xianjia are all in order. If they are ranked first, the Humen is the leader, the second is the Huangmen, and the world is not divided into Huhuang. The number of cultivation paths for these two groups is similar. The third is the White Gate, and the Liu Gate is the last.
According to the level of ability, since the four major gates are all surrendered to the gate of Bixia Yuanjun, the highest level is naturally able to practice on Jinding Miaogan Mountain, and the second level is the other five tops, and the five Bixia temples serve as errands. of. On the third level, there are other temples with four incense altars. The fourth level is the mouth of the altar built by the disciples who are incense messengers. In the end, it is the family fairy worshipped in the family.
The girl Xiao Yang mentioned about Hu Qiji9, regardless of her rank or ability, seems to be top-notch, which sounds a bit tricky.
But Liu Chunyang also rose to the challenge in order to shoot. Otherwise, what would he do with the time and cost he lost? He was so wronged. He had to finish filming the trick.
Chen Xingyang muttered: "I don't really understand this, but isn't Bixia Yuanjun the daughter of Emperor Dongyue, why don't you go to Dongyue Temple to invite Taoist priests, then you can't kill this girl Hu Qijiu... Hey, her name is really enough long!"
Liu Chunyang: "..."
There are many temples in the capital, and it is said that the big bell is struck in Juehui Temple, Yuanbao is borrowed in the Temple of Wealth, the fire judgment is seen in the Chenghuang Temple, and the golden beans are crossed in the Dongyue Temple. The Dongyue Temple is also somewhat famous.
However, many things can’t be viewed this way. Not all mages are effective, and everyone has a different focus on receiving believers—especially in the capital, because there are so many high-level people, everyone’s functions can’t wait to be so detailed that the first child and the second child are separated. .
Liu Chunyang's contacts were still good, but he was stimulated again. He made several phone calls, and then sent a car: Go to Juehui Temple to pick up the monk!
Xiao Yang was also pitiful, and even had a little anticipation. He also offended Jiaxian, and he also hoped to help him beg for mercy. He gave incense to the God of Wealth, and the God of Wealth ignored him.
As soon as Juehui Temple came, the rest of the crew didn't know what was going on, so they should have guessed it. This is the famous place of prayer in Beijing, and the one who invited was a very famous master named Siming.
The abbot of Juehui Temple, Master Fudo, has not been out of the mountain easily for a long time. His most outstanding disciple, Sikong, is also the supervisor of the temple, and he is busy with affairs. Apart from the two of them, Siming is also the most famous among the remaining monks. It is rare to be able to invite him.
Liu Chunyang also spent a lot of effort - he called Song Qiyun. There is one thing that not many people know, that is, Song Qiyun has a great relationship with the eminent monk of Juehui Temple.
Liu Chunyang and Song Qiyun are not particularly strong, but they have both been in the circle for so many years. They have their face here and have many mutual friends. Song Qiyun heard that he did encounter difficulties, so he came forward and asked Siming to help.
Master Siming is only middle-aged, with thick eyebrows, a tall man, a stick in his hand, and a northern accent.
Cheng Haidong couldn't help whispering to Lan He when he saw it: "Like a warrior monk."
As expected of a relative and friend, the complaints are the same as him. Lan He thought, this stick is still passed down from the master's line, and he brought it with him when he came out. I was afraid that if he didn't disagree, he would beat Hu Xian.
Since there are professionals who want to make peace, Lan He thought, he will stay put for the time being. Both yin and yang worlds recognize the efficacy of Juehui Temple, and the Fufu Master he saw last time was also very powerful, so he probably didn't need to worry about it.
Liu Chunyang and Master Siming discussed it, and he did the ritual and stayed here for a few days. It's best to let Hu Xian relieve his anger. If he can't eliminate it, he can stop it for a few days. It's okay to not have anything that affects the shooting. Anyway, the scene here is really only a little bit over. Persistence is victory.
Of course, please don't make any noise when filming so as not to affect the radio...
…
In the evening, the crew did not stay up late, and hurriedly finished work at ten o'clock. Liu Chunyang told everyone to go back to the room and not come out when they heard any noise - everyone was crowded in other courtyards. Several yards occupied by Hu Xian, from the shooting point to the accommodation, were all vacated.
Everyone wasn't nervous. It wasn't the first time that Liu Chunyang had been so arrogant. If he didn't see a pig's head with a wrong expression, he would be screaming.
Lan He stayed in the room reading a book, while Cheng Haidong leaned his head against the window and listened to the movement from the next door, it was Master Siming doing something, and Lan He could vaguely smell the scent of candles, "This is weird, you Said that the monk can handle it? I think the teacher has no magic weapon."
Lan He: "Didn't he take a stick?"
"Brother, you are so calm." Cheng Haidong gave him a thumbs up, really envied such a righteous person, but he was worried, "Damn, that stick looks like a rolling pin, it's just ordinary wood. I heard that they have to be made of peach wood, and if you smoke them on the monsters, you can subdue them."
Lan He: "Let me think about it... The stick is drawn on whoever is going to give in? It doesn't have to be peach wood, right?"
Cheng Haidong: "..."
Cheng Haidong: "What do you know!! I have nothing to say to non-superstitious people like you!!"
Lan He was speechless, this tone made me the one who was superstitious.
Liu Chunyang said that everyone should go to bed earlier, and they didn't speak for a long time before laying down and sleeping.
At about twelve o'clock, Lan He was awakened by the movement outside the house. He opened his eyes and found that Cheng Haidong had woken up early. He was listening to the window again, looking at him, and said with a little panic: "I seem to be listening It's Director Liu's voice."
"What?" Lan He also got up and listened. There was indeed Liu Chunyang's voice outside, screaming and scolding something, "My day, day, stay away from Laozi, come quickly!"
"The yard next door." Cheng Haidong's voice drifted a little, "he didn't let us go out, why did he go out on his own? What should we do, Lan He, let's go out and save the director?"
Before Lan He could speak, the two of them's mobile WeChat vibrated at the same time, and when they clicked on it, someone in the production group spoke.
Liu Chunyang: Damn, I didn't go out! Everyone don't go out! ! ! ! !
Lan He: "..."
Cheng Haidong shuddered and scolded in a low voice: "I rely on..."
Director Liu didn't go out, so who was scolding the street outside
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu." Cheng Haidong leaned on Lan He's body. Except for the two of them, everyone else slept soundly. They were very tired during the day, and they weren't as heavy as their psychological burden. fell asleep.
Lan He hesitantly said nonsense: "Could it be that someone picked up Director Liu's phone, or that Director Liu was hallucinated again and sleepwalked?"
Cheng Haidong: "Wuwu, you said it very well, you can say a few more words, I'm afraid."
Lan He: "..."
Cheng Haidong retracted into the blanket and blocked his ears: "Amitabha, come on, monk, I'd better go to sleep quickly."
Lan He was about to lie down when she heard someone shouting outside, "What is one word? What is two word? What is three word? What is four word?"
The voice was a bit unfamiliar, and it took Lan He a while to realize that it should be the voice of Master Siming.
"What is he talking about..." Cheng Haidong said in confusion, and soon he was sure that he might be chanting scriptures, don't worry about it, sleep on his own, and strictly follow the director's words.
Lan He lay on the bed and thought about it for a minute, but felt that something was wrong. It was too violent, and he remembered that there had always been a faint smell of incense candles, but now it was gone.
Could it be that the great monk of Juehui Temple also lost his chain? Lan He was incredulous, so she closed her eyes and left her body, intending to take a look.
Cheng Haidong was still trembling, looking at the ceiling: "Yes, I can't sleep, how about you?"
Turning his head again, Lan He had already slept with his back to him, and there was no movement. Cheng Haidong, the son of Heaven's Chosen, shed envious tears.
…
Lan He prepared, put on his mask and went out. He floated over the wall to the next yard, and was shocked to see Liu Dao lying on the ground. He was already lost, the vest was fished up, and his belly was exposed.
... That voice just now was really Director Liu? Who sent WeChat
Master Siming sat on the side of the offering table with Erlang's legs crossed. His facial features were twisted for some reason, his eyes were hanging up, and his mouth was pointed.
He turned around and saw Lan He, he thought it was a passerby, and ignored it, just slapped his thighs and stretched his tone and asked himself: "One word, it's called monk, two words are monks, three words are ghosts. Music officer, four words, hungry ghost in color!!"
Lan He: "..."
I also know that this must not be Master Siming himself, otherwise, why would he have a fox head and a fox face, and even scolded the monk.
Lan He clutched something in his hand, stepped forward and asked politely, "Excuse me, is this Miss Hu Qijiu?"
"Master Siming" looked at him sideways, "It's Fairy Ben, what's the matter with you?"
Lan He bowed his hands, "My dear Dongyue Yinsi Xiaolai, I have some friendship with this monk of Juehui Temple, and I would like to ask the seventy-nine girls to raise your hand and let him go."
Hu Xian was holding this body, but he spit on the ground and slapped the top of his bare head, "Tell me to let him go? Do you know how he is so presumptuous in my territory, so fierce? Say, well said, suddenly shouted, wanting to hit me with a stick - bah, it's really not bald, not poisonous, not poisonous, not bald, dead bald I don't know what to do!"
The more she spoke, the more shrill her voice became, and in the end it didn't look like Master Siming's own voice at all.
Lan He: "..."
Seventy-nine girls scolded really well...
But on this point, he had to say something for Siming. He misunderstood Master Siming. They probably just wanted to drink Hu Xian, but unfortunately this Hu Xian didn't practice Zen, and he didn't have the slightest understanding.
Hu Qijiu was full of scolding, squinting at Lan He and said, "You'd better not mind your own business, otherwise don't blame Fairy for not giving face."
It seems that the face of impermanence is not enough for Hu Xian, so Lan He has to test the truth: "I am also familiar with Miss Hu, I don't know if I can look at her face..."
Hu Xian now looked directly at Lan He: "You and the eldest girl have an old relationship?" She and the eldest girl are of the same clan and clan. some. The eldest girl had the word "天" on her stomach when she was born, and later served as an errand for the empress at Miaogan Mountain, which was much more promising than them.
Lan He looked at her, and she was almost at the bottom of her heart. When she talked about the big girl, her tone was more respectful. Even if it was not a close relative, it was a senior of the same clan. Also, haven't they both stayed at Miaogan Mountain
Lan He nodded, "Yes, Master Siming may have misworded it. In fact... they are very honest and want to ask you to calm down. This was an accident. Xiao Yang didn't say that the house was offering a family immortal."
Hu Qijiu jumped off the table, walked over and said, "Hmph, I know, I had to endure it. Seeing that Liu's stomach was hurting, he kindly rubbed his stomach for him, but who knew he would scold me instead. After scolding, If you don't move out, you want to continue living. And this Yang family, greedy and unbridled, is getting more and more outrageous!"
Immortals have different abilities. Family immortals are mostly used to bless the family’s safety and prosperity, while altar immortals have more functions, such as curing diseases and exorcising evil spirits. Hu Qijiu is different from ordinary family immortals, so she is actually good at curing diseases. Before Liu Chunyang had acute gastroenteritis, she kindly went to rub Liu Chunyang's belly after seeing it, and it was all done.
Lan He listened attentively, only to see that when she came closer, she suddenly stretched out her hand, revealing her pointed fingernails, and pulled it out towards Lan He!
Terrified, Lan He quickly fluttered backwards and ducked, leaving only a gap on the uniform, "What are you doing?"
Hu Qijiu said coldly: "You guys are impermanent, you are used to bragging, and you dare to say that you are familiar with a big girl. Whoever you are, the rules of our Hu family, if you want to talk to me, you must have this qualification!"
She raised her hand and showed Lan He the long nails again, with some boasting.
Lan He didn't know that their four-sect style was like this. She had interacted with Mrs. Hu before and felt that they got along very well. He didn't know something. The Four Great Sects said they were "celestial families", and they also cultivated Taoism, but people and gods had the same principles, and their personalities were different. Many immortals were also a bit evil, and some of the Four Great Sects also specialized in mischief. .
Fortunately, Lan He also came prepared. Seeing this, he burned his fingernails directly behind his back, and stretched out his hand. The nails of his left hand were long and sharp, glowing with a cold cold light.
Hu Qijiu was stunned: "You!"
Lan He: "I can't think of it, I stretch out longer than you."
Hu Qijiu: "..."
She was still a little unwilling, and wanted to challenge Lan He's ability, so she reached out again.
But at this time Lan He was already angry. In his eyes, Miss Seventy-Nine was extremely slow. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Miss Seventy-Nine's wrist and told her to break free, even if she wanted to. No, it's so easy to imprison her.
Lan He took out a piece of paper with the other hand and tied it to her wrist. This was the paper she borrowed from Police Officer Wang before. With a righteous spirit in the world, Miss Hu Qijiu screamed immediately, and she swayed. He jumped out of Master Siming and shouted, "Admit defeat! Admit defeat!"
I saw that her real body was originally a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman, wearing a red horse-faced skirt with stars, sun and moon embroidered on it. She couldn't stand the paper made by the police officer. Officials in the world have a certain restraint on femininity.
She jumped on the spot like a fire, and it was so painful that she sat on Liu Chunyang's belly and started crying.
Liu Chunyang snorted twice, but was speechless. He just closed his eyes and frowned. It was probably another nightmare. This time, it might be his hairy buttocks pressing his stomach.
Lan He: "You get up first..."
Now it looks like he is bullying the little girl.
But it was probably excruciatingly painful, and Hu Qijiu couldn't stop crying for a while.
Lan He was helpless. Seeing that there was still a roast chicken bought by Liu Chunyang on the offering table, he simply walked over, tore off the half and ate it, "Actually, I have always wanted to talk to you about this matter calmly..."
Hu Qijiu was stunned for a moment, but he didn't listen to what he said. He only saw that half of his roast chicken was torn apart, and suddenly he cried even louder.
Generally speaking, when she is crying like this, everyone should give some face. But this gentleman Lai was very cold, he ate very fast, and even stretched out one hand to the other half, "Let's chat while we eat."
Or that he eats, Hu Xian watches and chats.
Hu Qijiu cried so hard that he almost pulled over, he immediately rushed forward, and said disheveled, "I, let's talk!"
Master Lai still hasn't let go of the roast chicken, "Oh, let's talk."
Hu Qijiu wiped away his tears with two tender and tender hands, and said stubbornly, "Let's talk with our ability, and lose no matter what. I'll obey you, this impermanence, you want me to do what you want, just say it. Whatever comes at me, don't at my chicken..."
"Huh? I'm sorry." Lan He reluctantly ate a chicken leg at the end before reiterating, "I heard that the film crew still has a few days to complete, and they didn't know that there was a fairy house here, so they are willing to apologize. , you can also say, after all, you were originally disturbed, see if you can seek common ground while reserving differences."
Hu Qijiu pouted with tears in his mouth, but his tone was very strong, "Okay, then I'll be open and honest. In fact, I have already decided to leave the Yang family and go back to the mountains to practice. It just so happens that things haven't been peaceful recently. Seeing your face, I'll also let that monk go. One horse with the director, just call the crew, take my tablet away from the Yang family, give me a respectful ride, and then I will leave without harassment."
This is easy to say, Hu Qijiu did not make a fool of himself, Lan He asked again, "Do you need any incense?"
Hu Qijiu raised his head: "Since I lose to you, I don't want anything!"
Lan He took out a handful of incense: "That's all..."
Hu Qijiu rushed over, sniffing deeply, his facial features huddled together, "It's really fragrant!!!"
Lan He: "..."
"I want what I want!!! I still want it, where did you get it!!" Hu Qijiu put away the incense and said to Lan He, "Wait, I'll use his body to do things again. ." She pointed at Siming's body.
Lan He probably guessed it, "Yes. Then after you're done, tell him directly how you need them to place your tablet. I still have something to do here."
Hu Qijiu had already promised, so he went back, but he didn't want to say anything directly to Siming.
Hu Qijiu felt quite strange, and looked at his profile for a while, thinking to himself, how could this impermanent behavior...
She didn't make a sound, but she got on the body of Master Siming again, or in their words, called "grab the seat", using Siming's body to speak. This time, she walked outside the house where Xiao Yang lived and knocked on the door.
After a long while, Xiao Yang opened the door tremblingly, because Liu Chunyang had instructed him not to open the door casually. He also saw Siming from the window, so he opened the door and asked hesitantly, "Master...? What, okay? ?"
But I saw the "mage" said lightly: "I have a long-term relationship with your family, and it has been ten years since I came to protect the family. But in recent years, you have not read the blessings I usually say, but have become more and more Greedy, and even tricked the crew to rent it."
Only then did Xiao Yang realize that this was not a mage at all, but the Xian family was borrowing his seat to speak!
In fact, Jiaxian will not show traces from time to time, and the dialogue is even less. Xiao Yang only remembers that when he was a child, he broke his leg once, cried and fell asleep, and a small hand came to rub his knee in confusion, and it will be fine in a while, grandpa It is said that it is the blessing of Jiaxian.
The "Master" said regretfully, "I still remember that when you were young, you told your grandfather that when you grow up, you would be a doctor to treat and save people, and to save those real illnesses that the immortal family was powerless to do. But now the Yang family has changed. My fate with your family is over, and I will be leaving soon!"
Xiao Yang felt uncomfortable for a while, those children's words, the fairy had heard, even he himself had forgotten, "God of wealth, we..."
Before he finished speaking, Hu Qijiu blew at him, and he went back to sleep with a dull expression.
Miss Hu Qijiu turned around and said, "That's it."
…
this day.
Liu Chunyang has absolutely no idea what happened last night, what the ghosts were screaming outside, and he even sent WeChat... He didn't know anything, it was like sleepwalking. The only thing I remember is that in the dream, my stomach was still a little uncomfortable, like being pressed by something heavy.
Siming was also half-dazed. He lost to that Hu Xian and was taken on his body. But after that, Hu Xian suddenly told him that there was an impermanence interceding for him, and she had agreed to impermanence. Therefore, just send her away as she said, and she will not stay in the Yang family anymore. Siminglue passed the impermanence, and bluntly said that he did not know which old friend to help, and Hu Xian was willing to leave.
"It's up to him, it's good if you can send it away." Liu Chunyang took care of him so much, so he went to call Xiao Yang up and asked him for his family's Hu Xian tablet.
Because he wanted to deceive the crew, the tablet of Hu Xian, which was supposed to be enshrined, was also taken away by Xiao Yang. He thought it was a dream last night, but he didn't expect that Hu Xian was really going to leave, so he took out the tablet. .
It was also at this time that Xiao Yang received a call from his father, telling him that he had been deceived by a fraudulent gang by accident, and that a large amount of deposits were lost.
- The Xianwang family brings luck. If you want to leave, the luck you once had will be gone.
Xiao Yang was so angry that he yelled and hurriedly left to ask for money, but it was conceivable that it would be of any use.
Liu Chunyang looked at it coldly and said, "People who have an outbreak of offerings to the family can't keep their original intentions, and they can't keep their wealth. Not everyone can maintain their original intentions after living a good life."
Juehui Temple
Siming was fucked once, and his face was not very good-looking. Liu Chunyang took the initiative to say that they were responsible for sending the tablet up the mountain. When he went back, he sat in the sun and basked in the sun to regain his yang.
Song Futan was also sitting under the shade of a tree typing, and the two nodded when they met. Dou Chunting slept late on the stone bench with his feet crossed, when he saw him and asked, "Where is your stick, Master?"
Siming woefully said: "It's broken."
Dou Chunting sat up and said, "Hey, why is it broken?"
It was not broken by Hu Xian, and before Siming said it, Song Qiyun came over. He went to the temple to see his son today and brought some fruit, and when he saw Siming, he greeted him: "Master Siming, I finally see you. , let's eat some fruit. I heard Liu Chunyang say that the matter has been resolved, I thought you would come back in the morning, but I didn't find it... Thank you very much!"
"Ashamed and ashamed, I have something to do this morning!" Siming didn't take credit, but said, "It has nothing to do with me, and I don't know which teacher's blessing was entrusted to it. It turned out that the stick was also broken by Hu Xian, but Hu Xian had nothing to do with me. Said that she was entrusted by an impermanence, and the impermanence and the people in the temple had old relationships, and it was solved only because of this."
Song Qiyun quickly said: "That's still bothering you! I'm so sorry..."
Just as Song Qiyun was talking, she saw his son suddenly turn his head and ask, "impermanence, old? Did you see that impermanence?"
Siming scratched his bald head, and then heaved a sigh of relief. Then Hu Xian scratched his scalp and had scars on his body, so he went for a rabies vaccine in the morning and came back, "I really didn't see this, I woke up. When he came, impermanence was gone. What, Fu Tan, what do you know?"
Song Futan shook his head without saying a word, but he guessed that it was Xiaolai, because of his relationship with Juehui Temple, so he helped Siming... He is really kind.
Song Qiyun and Siming chatted a few more words, while Dou Chunting peeked at Song Futan's screen, "Brother, writing a new story, I read your outline, is there something missing?"
Song Futan ignored him.
Instead, Song Qiyun turned her head, "Oh? What did you say you're missing?"
Dou Chunting smiled, "Hey, without the emotional line, the story is very exciting, how come there is no one who falls in love with the protagonist."
When Song Futan wrote new stories and created characters, he unconsciously cast the shadow of Xiaolai, and he also named Xiaolai directly. At first, he didn't think so much, but he just couldn't think of what kind of person could match Xiaolai
Later, as he and Xiaolai met more often, the characters in the pen became more and more full, but he was unwilling to set it up again. Some were even reluctant to hand it over to Song Qiyun for filming. Otherwise, who can perform Xiaolai
Song Qiyun thought for a while: "Not every movie has to be in love, but this little one is really cute. You can consider adding a little bit of ambiguous affection, such as some childhood sweetheart lover, otherwise he is only beautiful..."
Song Futan said coldly, "No."
Song Qiyun choked back at once.
The author has something to say: Lan He: I can act! !
Song Futan: Ah... He is so kind
Hu 79: Ah! ! ! He stole my roast chicken