Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 182 The Will of the Jade Emperor
"This Immortal is the Jade Emperor's messenger, Wu Youdao." The little old man said solemnly with a straight face and a slim body.

Lin Zhihui blinked, how could someone from the fairy world appear here?What kind of official position is the messenger, who specializes in conveying the emperor's will?Judging from his arrogant look, he is probably a close official of the Jade Emperor. Could it be that he is a great eunuch?
The little old man didn't know what Lin Zhihui was thinking. He stood there with his hands behind his back and his neck held high, with a reserved look on his face. Although his immortal status was not high, he was a close minister of the Jade Emperor after all, and no one in the immortal world would offend him. From the king to the small official, regardless of his status, he is respectful and respectful, not to mention that he is here to read the Jade Emperor's will. Although there is no such thing as giving thanks to the emperor, it is a necessary etiquette. He still had to guard, but Wu Youdao put on a pose for a long time, but there was no one to support him at all, so he coughed and winked at Lin Zhihui.

The corners of Lin Zhihui's mouth twitched, but he noticed Wu Youdao's expression, but he didn't know his skill of empathy, and he didn't know what the other party meant. Based on the principle of saying less and making less mistakes, he lowered his head and put on an attitude of being taught with an open mind. Look, wait for him to speak.

Wu Youdao looked at the top of Lin Zhihui's head, and couldn't help but rolled his eyes towards the sky. He had never seen such a supercilious purpose, which made him waste his feelings in vain. He simply reached out and took out the will, and stuffed it into Lin Zhihui's arms: "Look for yourself."

Lin Zhihui grasped the small bright yellow scroll, and once suspected that he had gone to the wrong set. What age is this, and he still engages in such a thing? Can the other party just have cramps in his eyes, waiting for him to kneel and kowtow to accept the order?
I unfolded the scroll and scanned it. The main idea in it is that making a movie is a meaningful activity. After signing the first film, I have brought various benefits and changes. Now I am starting to make the second film. I appointed Lin Zhihui as the chief screenwriter and ordered him to Prepare the script and so on as soon as possible.

"The second part is about to be made? Immortal Realm is really not generally efficient." He had heard about the petition petition in Immortal Realm before, so he naturally knew that making a movie was inevitable, but he didn't expect to be mentioned so soon. It's on the agenda.

"Now the venue has all the costumes and props. I'm just waiting for your script." Wu Youdao murmured beside him: "This matter has been settled a long time ago, and everyone is looking forward to it. I'm just waiting for your script."

"Where Master Wenqu Xingjun is here, where is it my turn to write any script." Lin Zhihui grinned, he did not forget that because of his own suggestion, Taibai Jinxing abandoned Wenqu Xingjun's script, which almost caused a big storm, and finally made a lot of trouble However, Fatty Wang's exhaustively written script didn't come in handy, so he still had to follow Wenqu Xingjun's filming.

How could Wu Youdao fail to see Lin Zhihui's careful thinking, so he glanced at him with a half-smile and said, "Wen Qu Xingjun suddenly realized Taoism and palpitations when he was practicing the day before yesterday, and he has been retreating for a long time. , if you are in charge, Fellow Daoist Lin doesn’t have to be humble.”

"Even Wenqu Xingjun was affected." Lin Zhihui opened his eyes wide, and secretly clicked his tongue in his heart. He didn't expect the power of the human world's thought power to be so powerful, and those little immortals and officials broke through the realm. , also benefited, which is no wonder that the immortals are rushing to make movies.

"You have also seen the decree, when will you be able to hand over the script?" Wu Youdao twitched his beard and lowered his voice slightly: "Your Majesty's intention is naturally that the sooner the better, the demand for filming is very high now, and those who are selected don't have to Said that those who were not selected are also waiting for the next one, writing petitions day after day, which really annoyed His Majesty, and all the ministries of the Heavenly Court also suffered."

Even if Wu Youdao didn't say anything, Lin Zhihui could still imagine the enthusiasm of outstanding immortals. Making a film means being famous, and being famous means being popular. Once the popularity is high, the power of thought will naturally increase, and the cultivation base will also increase. It is basically a shortcut to improve the cultivation base, and No side effects yet.

"This, Mr. Wu also saw it, and I can't get away now." Lin Zhihui was also a little embarrassed. Although he had studied with Fatty Wang for a few days, he was still a complete novice, and writing a script was not something that could be accomplished overnight. : "I don't know if I can ask you to accommodate me, how many more days?"

"I can't make the decision." Wu Youdao shook his head again and again: "If you let me say, you'd better get the script out tomorrow. Now that everything is ready, I only owe you the wind."

"How could it be possible to write it tomorrow." Lin Zhihui was about to jump up. He didn't know when he would be able to go back now. How could he hand over the script so quickly: "It will take at least a week. It takes time to type."

"I don't care about that, anyway, I've conveyed the will to you." Wu Youdao flicked his sleeves: "Up to three days, I'll come to pick up the script after three days, if you don't hand it in, you will be at your own risk." After finishing speaking, his figure shook slightly, It turned into a golden light and disappeared, leaving only Lin Zhihui standing in the woods staring blankly, but there was nothing he could do.

……

Three days later.

Wu Youdao accepted the script with a smile, praised Lin Zhihui a few words, and hurried back to report.

Seeing the figure of the little old man disappear into the clouds, Lin Zhihui let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had lifted a heavy burden, and moved his stiff shoulders.

As soon as the dragon's breath left in his body was cleared that day, Lin Zhihui asked for candle punishment to send him back to the human world. It took three full days without sleep and rest, and he finally completed the task before the deadline.

I don't know how the three of Zhuying are doing now. Lin Zhihui lay on his back on the bed, feeling that his joints were about to rust. Now that the problem with the script has been solved, Li Li can be regarded as being caught, but he still can't relax .

Originally, Lin Zhihui planned to see if he could ask Yan Luowang for help after he captured Li Li. After all, among the gods he could talk to, Master Bao was the highest.But now they are tantamount to trespassing in the underworld, and he doesn't want to send him home to make him feel uncomfortable before Master Zhu settles the matter.

Glancing at the calendar on the wall, Lin Zhihui was worried. He hadn't forgotten the ten sets of calligraphy and painting that he had promised Ye Anrong. Seeing that half of the agreed time had passed, let alone calligraphy and painting, there was not even a hint of a solution.

"It's really frustrating." Lin Zhihui put his hands behind his head, stared at the void, and began to think about how to make a difference. The corner of his eye accidentally caught a touch of bright yellow. Lin Zhihui suddenly seemed to think of something, and his eyes rolled Turning around, he jumped up from the bed.

"I'm such a pig's brain. Isn't there a ready-made handwriting of the Jade Emperor?" Lin Zhihui rushed to the table, grabbed the small scroll that he randomly threw in a corner, opened it, looked at it, and muttered to himself: "There are no ten scrolls. It’s not a breach of my promise to do one or two errands first.” The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this was a good idea, Lin Zhihui threw the scroll on the table, and began to search for tools.

(End of this chapter)