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The crew has a tradition of worshiping gods before filming begins, which is said to have originated from ancient opera troupes.

At that time, they performed wherever they went. Every time they arrived at a new place, they would worship the four gods of that place and pray for their protection.

As for which god to worship, there is no accurate answer.

In a word, just worship and it’s done.

A group of people followed the old man carrying a shoulder pole, passing through the weeds on the side of the road and heading towards the Guandi Temple he mentioned.

The old man was wearing an indigo cloth shirt, gray sneakers, and his short crew cut had turned white.

He looked short and thin, but he walked very fast.

As he walked, he introduced to everyone with great energy:

"That temple is not effective. Only tourists like you and outsiders go there."

"We are going to go to this Guandi Temple only."

"Master Guan is the patron saint of us common people. Those in Lishui Temple... Tsk!"

Chang Hong continued as she struggled to clear the tall weeds in front of her:

"Do you come here often?"

"Yes, of course I come often."

Shi Zhuang carefully raised the camera, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and said in a cold voice:

"You come here so often, why is the road still so difficult to walk on?"

"Hey!" The old man understood what Shi Zhuang meant. "The road in the mountains is like this. If you don't want to go, then turn back!"

The sky, which was originally scorching hot, suddenly became cloudy, and the gusts of wind made the leaves rustle.

Shi Zhuang was sweating all over and the cold wind blew on him, and the chill made him shiver for no reason.

He looked back and found that the road he came from was covered with weeds, and he felt a chill in his heart.

"Eh? Young man, why don't you leave?"

Someone patted Shi Zhuang.

Shi Zhuang came to his senses and saw that the old man who was walking in front of him was now standing in front of him.

The look in his eyes was dull and lifeless, and he was so frightened that he cried out "Ah!"

There was silence for a while, and then everyone burst into laughter.

Chang Hong said:

"Grandpa Shi, what are you talking about? Why are you standing there in a daze?"

Shi Zhuang looked around and realized that everyone had gone quite far away.

The sun came out again, and I could faintly smell the scent of incense. All the strange feelings just now disappeared.

Only then did he realize that he might be suffering from hysteria.

So he laughed heartily a few times.

"It's hot. It makes me dizzy!"

The old man snorted disdainfully.

"Hurry up and go, why are you standing there in a daze?"

This time, Shi Zhuang walked to Lu Ranran with a grunt and walked side by side with her.

Lu Ranran chatted with the old man as they walked.

"Grandpa, what should I call you?"

"My surname is Lu."

"What a coincidence?" Lu Ranran looked at Uncle Lu with some surprise, "My last name is Lu too."

"We might have been one family a hundred years ago."

Shi Zhuang glanced at Lu Ranran calmly, his heart full of admiration.

"Oh, if I had a beautiful granddaughter like you, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

Grandpa Lu laughed heartily.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they arrived at a yellow dirt road.

Across the dirt road, there is a small temple.

To some extent, it looks more like a bus station than a temple.

There are four red pillars under the triangular Chinese roof, with walls on three sides and the only opening facing the dirt road.

There is a statue of Guan Erye standing in the center.

The altar in front of the statue of Guan Erye is less than one meter high. There is an incense burner on it. You can see a few unburned incense sticks. Under the altar is a red cushion that has turned white.

It's simple, but it's enough.

When everyone stepped forward, Grandpa Lu, who was leading the way, stopped Lu Ranran.

He put down the carrying pole, blinked his eyes, but said nothing.

Lu Ranran smiled knowingly:

"Oh, what a coincidence! We don't seem to have brought any incense or offerings. Old man, why don't we buy some from you?"

Grandpa Lu's face suddenly lit up with joy, and his smiling eyes seemed to be drowned by wrinkles.

"Okay, okay, if I can sell all of them today, then I won't lose out on this trip."

With a successful shout of “XXX arrived”, Grandpa Lu put his shoulder pole on his shoulders and said goodbye to everyone with a smile.

"I'm going this way, back home, you guys wait..." He pointed in the opposite direction of his way home, "Just go this way, keep going, go to the end, don't go the wrong way!"

After saying this, he turned and left, and everyone started to get busy.

Shi Zhuang placed the assembled camera in a suitable position. He happened to look in the direction the old man left, and his already fragile heart almost stopped beating again.

I saw the dirt road extending straight into the distance until it disappeared into a dense forest.

The old man was no longer visible on the road.

Shi Zhuang hurriedly came to Lu Ranran and asked in a low voice:

"...Don't you think it's a bit weird?"

Lu Ranran said strangely:

"What's so weird?"

Shi Zhuang pointed in the direction the old man left and said, "There's no sign of him anymore..."

Lu Ranran was stunned for a second before she reacted.

"The old man is in much better health than us, so what's wrong with him walking faster?"

Shi Zhuang thought about it and agreed.

He looked around and saw that everyone seemed normal, so he put his thoughts aside and focused on his work.

Soon, Chang Hong, Hu Pai, Lu Ranran, and several other leading actors stood in the front row, followed closely by many staff members.

Under the leadership of Chang Hong, they respectfully bowed three times to Guan Erye in front of them.

Then the main creators burned incense in turn.

After the incense burning is finished, it is time to remove the red cloth from the camera.

Unexpectedly, the originally hot and windless weather suddenly turned into a strong wind, blowing in a thick layer of dark clouds that completely blocked the sun.

Chang Hong said:

"Maybe it's going to rain soon--wooooo!"

Just as Chang Hong was speaking, a strong wind blew up the red cloth covering the camera. The speed and height were so fast that it was beyond everyone's expectations.

Chang Hong saw that the situation was not good, and quickly shouted at the top of his voice:

"Put away the things! We can't let the rain get on the machines!"

Shi Zhuang and others hurried forward and started dismantling.

The wind was getting stronger and the sky was getting darker.

Everyone was forced to huddle together in this small Guandi Temple. Amid the noise, Xia Tianxin suddenly screamed in fear.

"He...he's blinking! Aa ...

These words made the already anxious crowd even more noisy.

"Go, go, go, hurry up!"

Chang Hong looked calm, but her heart was pounding and she couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

Thinking back carefully, the whole thing seemed strange from the moment the old man took the initiative to ask to lead the team to the Guandi Temple.

Lishui Temple is a famous scenic spot in the south city. As long as there is an ancient temple on the mountain, as long as it is not a family temple, it has long been designated as a scenic spot. How can there be any small rural temples?

Someone shouted in panic:

"What about the flying cloth?"

Chang Hong said:

"Why bother with the red cloth at this moment? Let's go!"

Someone else asked:

"Sister Hong, which way are you going? Are you going back the same way?"

At this time Lu Ranran said:

"Didn't you give directions just now? Go in the opposite direction from the old man!"

Finally, after running for a while breathlessly, everyone found that the end of the dirt road was the parking lot.

At this time, He Meimei, the assistant who had been following Xia Tianxin, suddenly said in surprise:

"How did the red cloth get blown here?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw He Meimei dancing and taking off the red cloth hanging on the tree.

At this time, the weather has returned to its hot and merciless state.