You made me a superstar

Chapter 157 Zhou Yang's approach?

location.

In the old abandoned stage one kilometer away from the Kowloon Hill Church on Hong Kong Island.

time.

December 8, eight o'clock in the evening.

character.

A group of dragon and tiger warriors wearing white lotus jersey clothes, and a group of extras who stood outside the stage and were pulled over for no reason, not knowing what scene to shoot, let alone what the crew was going to do next.

of course……

There were also Zhou Yang and the others who looked bewildered.

"I want a feeling, you know? I need a very cool, sacred, and awe-inspiring feeling, as if you are an avatar, saving the world, do you know what I mean?"

The neurotic director Huang Jiacheng was smoking a cigarette, silently speaking to Zhou Yang about the drama, and talking about the results he wanted the movie to present.

"..."

Zhou Yang shook his head, staring at the blazing flames on the stage, and the array of knives on the side emitting a cold light.

His mind went blank.

"I know you don't understand, how about this, I'll play a song for you, and you listen to the song, dreaming about that feeling..." After seeing Zhou Yang shaking his head, Huang Jiacheng was not in a hurry, but made people wonder where he came from. An old record player is brought in and play is pressed.

Zhou Yang heard the sound of thunder and thunder, and the sound of fighting in the wind and rain. After the sound of fighting, the singing sounded, but the singing was full of mourning, mixed with a strange voice that seemed to be a smile, as if it came from the underworld. The murmurs that came from the room were filled with chills in the air, and Zhou Yang couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine. It was very similar to the singing of an actor in the horror music "The Passing of a Cowboy" that he had heard...

Especially paired with the blue fire light, and the dragon and tiger warriors in white robes, Zhou Yang unconsciously got goosebumps.

But Huang Jiacheng was completely addicted to it, bending his fingers and knocking on the cover of the record player over and over again...

After the song was played, Huang Jiacheng looked at Zhou Yang.

"That's the feeling. The world is unfair, demons and monsters are rampant, the collision between the new era and the old era, and the Jiugong real person appears on such occasions..." Huang Jiacheng patted Zhou Yang's shoulder and analyzed it seriously.

"I just feel cold all over my body... It feels like I'm in the underworld." Zhou Yang was silent for a long time, only to feel more and more confused, and at the same time the chill was getting worse, especially when he saw the dark place of the old-fashioned stage, he always felt that there was something there A pair of eyes are staring at himself.

Then, inadvertently, his eyes fixed on the face not far away on the ferocious idol, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the idol looked like an evil ghost.

"Religion itself is the more mysterious the better. It feels good that you can take pictures of the underworld. Why don't you try it first?"

"it is good!"

"By the way, we actually have an audience..."

"What audience?"

"Those extras are the audience. You have to use your performance to shock the jaws of these extras, and then make them kneel and kowtow..."

"How should I do the action? Is there an action picture?"

"Movies are a very free world. You can act however you want, and you can act like those academics..."

"Then how do I go up the knife mountain?"

"Hang Weiya..."

"When I go up, what should I do?"

"The more mysterious the better, by the way, have you seen the scene of an epileptic patient having a seizure? I hope you can act out that feeling."

"I had a seizure while hanging wire and then started performing?"

"Smart, but you can't really get epileptic, and you have to do some movements, for example, the movements of offering sacrifices... At the same time, you have to read lines during this, by the way, can you understand what I said?"

"I probably understand, but I have to think about it..."

"Okay, I'll take a close-up of the other younger brothers of Bailian Sect first, and you can think about it first, and I'll call you when it's your turn." Huang Jiacheng patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder, and then glanced at the others.

"it is good!"

Zhou Yang nodded, and the original plot of "Once Upon a Time in Huang Feihong: A Man Should Be Self-improving" appeared in his mind.

In my impression, it seems very mysterious, but if I really think about it seriously, I suddenly find that I only remember a few wonderful somersaults and the scene of invulnerability.

Zhou Yang has almost forgotten the other specific things, and he doesn't even remember much of the lines. The script he wrote is roughly "White Lotus descends to earth, and the people turn over", and "the old mother who has no life sits down and the eldest disciple Jiugong Daoist" and the like. It was all added by Huang Jiacheng himself.

After more than ten minutes, the lights shone on the stage.

Huang Jiacheng stayed in front of the camera, watching a group of dragon and tiger martial artists and group performers, threw the smoke into the stove, and gestured to the two burly young men on the altar.

The blazing flames were burning very vigorously, filled with fiery temperature, and felt hot to the face from a long distance away...

"White lotus descends to earth, Wanmin turns over!"

"Welcome Master Nantianmen, Master Jiugong!"

A group of dragon and tiger warriors in white clothes shouted in unison under Huang Jiacheng's instruction.

"Left green dragon, right white tiger!"

Following bursts of shouts, the two burly young men on the high altar took a deep breath. After looking at the stove, they gritted their teeth, and then, their voices almost roared out.

After Huang Jiacheng's hand gesture fell, the two youths ran up one by one, and then turned somersaults violently from the altar.

"Incense from an inanimate mother!"

"God possesses the body, invincible in the world!"

After making a few movements, they flicked their hands casually, and then, as if by magic, two bundles of incense appeared out of thin air in their hands, and they fisted around the stove!

"Tiger Fist" and "Dragon Fist" fought fiercely beside the stove.

After the beating, the unlit incense miraculously ignited, and then they inserted the incense into their chests fiercely. After inserting it, they roared again, opened their mouths, and bit down the lit cigarette.

in the firelight.

Zhou Yang's throat trembled when he saw it, these two people really enjoyed it!

Although I didn't swallow it, I chewed it in my throat, and made movements while chewing...

Zhou Yang was dumbfounded.

Can't help but want to applaud...

But did not expect.

"You still need to fix your movements, Ma Gang, what's the matter with you, let you do it decently, who made you slow down? It's not this kind of somersault, it's that kind of somersault... and Lin Feng, I told you before How should I put it, I want that superstitious feeling, you didn’t shock me, what I want is not to be famous, but to make you soar... Do you understand this feeling?”

Huang Jiacheng cursed at the two of them.

And this one-

"What are we going to play?"

"I don't know...it seems to be going to see a performance when I go in..."

"real or fake?"

"real……"

"Wonderful, the somersault over there is good, is it magic?"

"Seems to be!"

"Hey, just get closer..."

Outside the stage, the group of extras whispered to each other, you look at me, I look at you, they couldn’t understand the situation all the time, only saw the two somersaults on the altar for three hours in a row, from eight o’clock to ten o’clock in a row At one point, after turning over until both of them were tired and collapsed on the ground, they didn't seem to stop.

........................

Zhou Yang wasn't nervous at first.

However, he suddenly became nervous after being made up by those two unlucky buddies.

The neurotic director Huang Jiacheng was very dissatisfied with the somersault of the two buddies, and kept trying to use various adjectives to make the two buddies understand what he wanted to shoot.

The two buddies didn't understand, they just turned somersaults over and over again, and once they flipped somersaults, they almost twisted their necks. Of course, this was secondary. Every time the two buddies took a shot, I had to rinse my mouth once, and one of them seemed to have his mouth numb.

From Zhou Yang's perspective of an onlooker, there is really nothing wrong, the momentum and atmosphere in all aspects are quite strong, recalling the two characters in the movie in his original world, it seems that there is not much difference, no, It is more ruthless than the original world.

Zhou Yang once suspected that these two buddies had offended Huang Jiacheng somewhere, and that Huang Jiacheng was here to punish them.

"Forget it!"

"That's it, you guys rest first, Xiao Zhou's scene will be filmed first, and it will be cut later..."

"Wia ready?"

"Prepare!"

"Xiao Zhou, go up and get used to it first, and you will step on the mountain of knives later. Don't worry, we will strictly control it and only bring you up. You won't really let the knives touch you. These knives are also fake..."

"..."

Zhou Yang was wearing clothes and a hat, and then walked up to the altar step by step, and sat behind the hideous statue.

The feeling of coldness was so strong that his mind suddenly went blank, and he didn't even know how to take pictures. Then he held a piece of yellow talisman paper, took a deep breath, and then looked at the knives again. , the more he looked at it, the more he felt that these knives were not fake.

He took a deep breath, letting himself stop thinking about those messy things.

He closed his eyes, recalling various movie scenes in his mind.

He finally opened his eyes when his heart was almost calm.

"Okay?" Huang Jiacheng asked.

"can!"

"Okay! Let's start..."

"Hmm! No, wait, can you let me think about it again?" Zhou Yang shook his head, as if thinking of something.

"it is good."

"Can I think at the altar?"

"Yes, you can go wherever you want!" Huang Jiacheng pushed his glasses and nodded to Zhou Yang.

"..."

Zhou Yang closed his eyes.

Sitting cross-legged, he recalled his character design in his mind, and recalled the similar characters he saw in the original world. He thought about it over and over again.

Thinking of the scene of Jiugong Daoist's practice, and then suddenly thought of the scene of a certain singer named Hua*yu in the world who had a seizure at the concert and made strange calls, he suddenly opened his eyes!
That feeling came!

He wanted to try and blend the two characters together!
"Come!"

"Okay?"

"That's it!"

"it is good!"

When the light hit Zhou Yang's side and the camera slowly moved down...

Huang Jiacheng made a gesture.

With a trembling gesture, Zhou Yang suddenly took out a piece of yellow talisman paper, and read it in a very excited voice.

"Wusheng old mother sat down in the Nine Palaces and set up a dharma altar in Chaotian Temple to show the power of my magic skills and carry forward the power of my teachings!"

Huang Jiacheng, who was looking at the camera with a cigarette in his mouth, opened his mouth when he saw Zhou Yang suddenly yelled and his body trembled slightly.

Then...

He saw that Zhou Yang twisted his body strangely as if he was possessed by something!

(End of this chapter)