There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

The master has an order, even if it is a fake Gong Jiou, Ruo Cang will obey.

Going to Yancheng has become much more convenient in the past few years, and the plane bought by Ou Zhiming can travel quickly.

However, Ou Zhiming felt deeply regretful, this plane was so worthless!

At the beginning, he and Ruo Cang went to Yancheng by car, and the journey was exhausting. Ruo Cang was so sleepy that he would lean on his shoulder to sleep, and even took several photos secretly.

Now, the flight is smooth and the sky is clear.

Ruo Cang sat across from him, concentrating on reading the framework of "Secret Records of Tranquility" planned by the screenwriter, thinking about how to clean up the Taoist temple after returning home, so as to meet the master's wishes.

Not at all tired.

He didn't even have a chance to take a sneak shot.

Suddenly, Ruo Cang seemed to feel something, and looked up at him.

Ou Zhiming put away his expression of regret, with a gentle smile in his eyes, "What?"

Ruocang frowned slightly, and handed him the rules of the variety show game, "The more I read it, the more I feel... the game flow seems to be written by a senior."

Ou Zhiming couldn't understand why Ruo Cang had such a magical idea until he took over "Secret Records of Tranquility".

Role-playing game, set in the Gushan Taoist Temple, guests play Taoist priests, carry out daily practice, and deal with unexpected events.

Including but not limited to: monsters in troubled times, weeding out the strong and helping the weak, seeing injustice on the road.

The game is set for mass entertainment, and in a few sentences, it describes the little troubles that Taoist priests may encounter.

There are many scenarios to choose from, such as patrolling mountains at night, going downhill to help farmers, and night fishing in fish ponds.

Ou Zhiming casually glanced at a story point, and felt that... the three-year-old Ruocang, short-handed, short-legged, and serious figure appeared in front of his eyes.

This role is completely unsuitable for anyone other than Ruo Cang to perform.

It is simply a tailor-made trail long life.

"It's not necessarily written by senior brother." Ou Zhiming said with a smile.

Ruocang:?

Ou Zhiming made a bold guess, "Maybe it was written by Master."

Ruocang: ...

Master?

Write such a Taoist priest script, let him take the newcomers up and down the mountain to record a variety show, and broadcast it to the entire Internet audience to see the boring life of Taoist priests...

unimaginable.

Ou Zhiming's bold guess was directly denied by Ruo Cang.

I am afraid that only the brothers think that the audience likes to watch the Taoist priests exorcise evil spirits and help the poor in their daily lives. It must be because the village has done too much work, which has created the illusion that "I think it is interesting and others will find it interesting".

Tai'an views the natural laws of life, and for urbanites who have experienced the hustle and bustle, it looks comfortable and leisurely.

In fact, it has nothing to do with the "fun" that variety shows need.

The master asked him to go back first, one is to sort out the Taoist classics and sundries, and the other is to clarify the reason with the patriarch, and then adjust the shooting camera to see if it is suitable for the variety show.

Ruo Cang was in charge of cleaning, and Ou Zhiming was in charge of trial shooting.

The division of labor is reasonable and clear, but Ruo Cang is not optimistic about this variety show.

The elders of the Taoist temple are reasonable, and the evil spirits in the mountains have no ability to make trouble, but...

It's too boring, and the audience will definitely not like to watch it.

Even if the audience doesn't like to watch, Ruo Cang will do his best for his work.

After they got off the plane, they drove to Anning Town.

The road is full of pastoral scenery, and there are many vehicles going back and forth on the road, which looks much more lively than before.

When they arrived in Anning Town, Ruocang directly directed Ou Zhiming to drive down the mountain.

If it were a senior brother, he would definitely have to go for a stroll around the town.

But Ruo Cang only has Taoism in his heart, and he doesn't want to go to the town to help see the results of poverty alleviation.

The mountain road has been built for many years, and the cement road has been able to drive to the foot of Anning Mountain, and even a parking lot has been built.

"Is this determined to engage in tourism?" Ou Zhiming had no impression of the parking lot, only a few scattered agricultural vehicles placed inside.

Ruo Cang got out of the car, took out a big box of photographic equipment, and said, "No, it's just for the convenience of Master going back to the mountain, so we don't have to walk a little bit."

Master's body has recovered, but he is still old.

Although they have lived in the Golden Mansion for a long time, Tai'an Temple is their origin, and they will never forget their roots. They will come back from time to time, offer sacrifices and pray for blessings, and patrol the mountains to set up battle formations.

Ou Zhiming looked at the shady mountain road, "I'm looking forward to it now."

"Looking forward to the variety show?" Ruocang easily lifted the box.

"No." Ou Zhiming followed Ruo Cang with simple luggage, "Looking forward to our Taoist life."

The concept of Tai'an is familiar enough in Ou Zhiming's mind.

Even the dirt road they went up the mountain along the stream, and the weeds and trees on both sides, he felt very familiar.

After all, he has the memory of Ruocang growing up here.

He also personally accompanied the little girl Ruo Cangcang, and experienced the great events of mutual promises for life.

How could I forget.

It's a pity that his soul has been with Ruocang for a long time, and he hasn't really lived in the Taoist temple yet.

This time I finally had the opportunity, and I felt extremely excited.

I don't know if it's the chance that the senior brother said, or an illusion.

They walked all the way up the mountain, carrying their luggage, and after a short walk, they vaguely saw the familiar blue tiles and stone walls.

There is no one in the Taoist temple all year round. A low wall is used to prevent the invasion of wild beasts in the mountain forest.

Ruo Cang put down the box, took out a cold copper-black key, easily opened the lock, and took off the iron chain.

The sound of clanging and iron hitting, accompanied by the creaking sound of the door being pushed open, made the surroundings seem peaceful and solemn.

Ou Zhiming couldn't help holding his breath.

"Why are you nervous?" Ruocang could sense his breath, and laughed at him as he picked up the box.

Ou Zhiming whispered, "I'm afraid I might offend the elders by accident."

Ruo Cang stepped forward to contemplate, his voice was clear and clear.

"Everything in the world has a beginning and an end. They guarded the Anning Mountains all their lives, and they merged with the mountains and forests long after their death. You respect nature and creatures, so why would you offend them?"

Ou Zhiming chuckled and followed him in.

He saw the familiar stone brick square, the main hall and the side hall standing quietly, just like in his memory.

There is no dust in the mountains, and the Taoist temples are clear.

Ou Zhiming deliberately walked to the door of the side hall, reached out and touched the door knocker.

There really wasn't much ash.

He felt strange in his heart, but still asked scientifically: "You left the mountain and hired someone to clean it regularly?"

Ruo Cang raised his hand and pushed open the door of the side hall, the inside suddenly opened up, with simple tables, chairs and desks, no different from when he left.

"How is it possible." He went in with the box, "If I hadn't come to the Anning Mountains to find your remnant soul, I probably wouldn't have found my way back."

Tai'an Temple has been located here for more than a thousand years, and it is the same age as the Anning Mountains.

Ruo Cang has read the classics since he was a child, and he knows the origin of the Taoist temple very well, but because of the age, his aura has dissipated, and he suspects that most of the books are fairy tales, so he can't believe it.

Before he met Mr. Du when he went down the mountain, he never knew that those who have no fate could not come to the Taoist temple, let alone find the way back to the mountain.

Mountains have a soul and awe.

Ruocang put the box in the hall of the side hall, and took Ou Zhiming to allocate the room.

He said: "You sleep here, I sleep in brother's room..."

Ou Zhiming looked at him in surprise, "Shouldn't they sleep together?"

Ruo Cang smiled triumphantly, "What did I say before? 'Respect nature, respect living beings'. When you come here, adjust the lens carefully——"

"Don't think too much."

Ou Zhiming: ...

That is to tell him to be pure-hearted and ascetic as possible, and to cultivate the Tao well.

Ou Zhiming helplessly followed Ruo Cang to make the bed quilt. The simple residence resembled the simple life of Taoist priests in Tai'an.

He spread out the quilt, looked at the familiar blue quilt, and had the illusion of "a day in the mountains, a thousand years in the world".

Otherwise, this square blue quilt looks like the bed that Ruo Cang covered when he was a little older.

The little Ruo Daochang was wrapped in this quilt, and he was mocking the little bird with a big temper.

Ruo Cang frowned and shook the quilt loudly, "What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't laugh, I didn't laugh...hahaha!" Ou Zhiming didn't do it on purpose, he just couldn't help it.

Obviously, more than 20 years have passed, and the items in the wing room of the Taoist temple are so familiar that they have not changed.

As if it was just yesterday.

After deciding to sleep in separate rooms, Ou Zhiming followed Ruo Cang to the main hall.

The Taoist temple looks big, but it is only two halls and a square.

Ou Zhiming has little research on historical buildings, but when he enters the main hall, he can see the long-standing traces that can only be precipitated by time.

The feelings of the soul and the real body are completely different.

Ruo Cang raised his hand to light the candles on the incense table, and the smell of fireworks lingered.

Even though no one has offered incense to pray for blessings in the Taoist temple for a long time, there is still a faint scent of thuja cypress.

After smelling it for a long time, he felt that it was not the scent of incense candles, but the natural charm bred by the whole mountain range.

If Cang Chixiang knelt on the futon, Ou Zhiming quickly followed suit.

Ruo Daoist said in a clear and solemn voice: "Father Master, disciple Ruo Cang follows the teachings of the ancestors, punishes evil and promotes good, and walks the world. I come back today, and I am ordered by my master to sort out the Taoist classics and clean the hall for future generations. Those who want to spare a place to make programs and form good karma. Please allow the patriarch, and the disciples thank you very much."

They paid homage to heaven, earth and people three times, which is regarded as saying hello to their ancestors.

The souls of the patriarchs have already returned to the mountains, Ruo Cang still respects them.

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After kneeling down, Ruo Cang pointed directly at the square.

"Go and adjust the camera."

The beautiful scene of love and affection that Ou Zhiming imagined in his heart failed to appear, and he became a hard-working cameraman first.

Tai'an Temple is solemn and quiet, and there is a statue of Du'er Xingjun, the tablets of the patriarch and the elders. No matter how much he spends his time, he has to restrain himself for the time being.

The place is too solemn, and even the figure of him busy setting up the camera looks serious and serious.

"Secret Records of Tranquility" was going to be filmed, and it was inevitable that the camera would sweep across the statues in the main hall. However, for Ou Zhiming's test, of course, he had to aim at the side hall, and try the light and shadow lens first.

The door of the side hall was opened, and Ruo Cang entered the study, ready to sort out the classics.

When you come out after finishing your work, you will step through the gate of the side hall and go down the stairs, which can fully support the beauty of the entire scene.

You know, the master is going to check the homework.

Of course Ou Zhiming didn't dare to be perfunctory, Ruo Cang is so good-looking and how to shoot.

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It's just that the world is vast, even if the two of them are in the same place, it seems empty and lonely.

Ou Zhiming fixed the stand, moved the desk and bench, and put the computer he brought with him on it.

He took out his mobile phone, and the network signal was fully covered, even Tai'an Temple was not affected.

A search on the Internet found a photo of him holding milk tea with an indifferent expression on his face.

The group of reporters who blocked him didn't ask anything, and it didn't stop them from guessing all over the sky.

"Director Ou has been haunting the Golden Mansion recently. It seems that "Guandu 5" is still cooperating with Tai'an, which is very exciting!"

"Although Director Ou did not disclose the progress of "Guandu 5", it is not difficult to imagine what kind of bloody storm Chengqiao and Mr. X will have, which will make Director Ou addicted to the drama."

"After Xiaoge, Jiang Shasha enthusiastically revealed that she will participate in Tai'an's new film project. "Guandu 5" is just around the corner?"

Tossing and turning, still staying on the topic that I met that day.

Bringing a group of people into a state of excitement, they asked all kinds of questions: How long does it take for Guandu 5 to start up?

Ou Zhiming thought about it, the timeliness of the news was too late.

Others are already thousands of miles away, why are you still thinking about Guandu on the Internet!

He turned on the computer, connected the camera and mobile hotspot, opened the live broadcast room he had used before, and changed the title when he came up: Test.

On calm days, there will always be shocking news!

After disappearing completely for four to five months, Ou Zhiming, the overlord of milk tea who just appeared on the gossip, actually started a live broadcast!

As soon as the "test" live broadcast appeared, the Internet called friends and friends to forward and share.

They didn't know if Ou Zhiming himself was using this live broadcast room, but it didn't prevent the number of viewers breaking through [-] every minute.

Even though the camera has been quietly aiming at a retro building with its door open, they jumped in and typed happily as if they had discovered a new world.

"Whose test? What is the test? Hey, hey? Is it the Emperor of Europe?"

"Where is this place? The scenery is beautiful. I haven't seen such an antique building for a long time."

"It can't be a scene, is it? I saw Ou Zhiming buying milk tea in the Golden Building two days ago, and I went to check it out today? It's so fast!"

Ou Zhiming was in a good mood as he scrolled through the barrage on the computer.

No matter how impetuous the world is, sand sculpture netizens will never be absent.

He adjusted the equipment, turned on the microphone and said, "This is Tai'an Temple, where Ruocang grew up."

The five-cent wheat that comes with the laptop can't stop Ouhuang's clear and deep voice.

As soon as he turned on the mic, the live broadcast room quickly performed a firework explosion!

The barrage is full of voices!

"Ouhuang, it's Ouhuang himself! It turns out that Ouhuang and Ruocang have returned to their natal family!"

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