There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

Ou Zhiming came to get the sketchbook.

When he is not busy, he has the habit of drawing storyboard drafts on the set.

There was an accident during the day, and everyone was busy. Ou Zhiming returned to the hotel while considering the follow-up progress.

When I lay down, I realized that I didn't take the sketchbook.

The hotel is not far from the racecourse. Ou Zhiming got the sketchbook and was about to leave when he heard a hard object scratching the ground and making a cracking sound.

Looking a little far in the dark, he could see Ruo Cang's concentration.

A faint figure in the darkness, holding a long pole and writing freely on the ground as paper.

Ou Zhiming thought he was practicing dancing, so he didn't disturb him, and quietly went to have a look.

Before he got closer to see the pattern drawn on the ground, he had already become Ruocang's enemy.

The hostility emanating from the tip of the pole, even Ruo Cang's eyebrows and eyes looked fierce.

He's young, though.

But in the process of filming, it was enough for Ou Zhiming to understand that his state of mind was more than eighteen.

No actor can act like another person without training.

Ruo Cang can do it.

Whether it's a murderer, a deep liar, or an arrogant paranoid, it's all easy.

He can interpret all negative emotions with great precision.

It was as if he had experienced it himself and felt deeply.

Just like now, his eyesight is sharp, as if he is not confronting the director, but a vicious gangster.

The gangsters are also required to give a reasonable explanation.

"I'll get something."

Ou Zhiming indifferently raised the sketchbook in his hand.

There is no meaning of explanation.

Believe it or not, he has no time to accompany him.

Even if Ou Zhiming is interested in the patterns he painted on the ground, it is not in the style of accommodating outsiders.

He has always been happy, angry, good and evil, and he will leave if he is not popular.

However, just as Ou Zhiming turned around, a gust of wind swept across his back.

He had learned self-defense before, and when he swept over at such a close range, he subconsciously turned around and reached out to catch the long pole that attacked him with ease.

Ou Zhiming frowned, "You..."

Before he could ask his doubts, Ruocang moved close to him, taking advantage of the moment when he was unprepared, he raised his hand and smashed it on Ou Zhiming's Fengchi acupoint.

In the next second, Ou Zhiming's eyes suddenly went black and he lost consciousness.

Ruo Cang hugged his fallen body, and freed his hand to catch the dropped sketchbook.

Ou Zhiming was taller than him, but that didn't prevent Ruocang from easily bringing him down and laying him flat on the ground.

And his sketchbook was neatly placed beside him.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and there is not much time.

Ruocang was condescending, and paid homage to the patriarch and master.

He picked up a long pole to cut through the loess land, and with Ou Zhi as the core, he outlined a winding magic circle.

Ou Zhiming, lying on the ground, is at the center of all spells.

Under the warm moonlight, he frowned slightly, and his eyelashes cast a light shadow.

It can be seen that it is not stable.

And he was full of bad luck and clamored to break out, as if he was a protector and wanted to break through the shackles.

Ruo Cang raised his hand to defeat all the attacking hostility, then raised his hand, and several seal scripts were engraved on the magic circle.

He doesn't have to work, and he can even offend the director.

But he can't let the evil run amok and hurt people's lives.

First there was Xu Manhui, and then there was Shen's resentment.

Regardless of whether Ou Zhiming did it on purpose or not, Ruo Cang must do this exorcism.

He stepped into the formation with his feet, his swing was sharp, and he started to move towards the tail. He quickly took Ou Zhi as the center, and drew a large formation of Thunder Slaying Demons and Subduing Demons.

The complicated seal characters weaved a huge net for Ou Zhiming.

Ruo Cang stood on the big thunder formation, looking directly at Ou Zhiming, who was covered with bad luck in the center.

"Nine Heavens Yingyuan Mansion, Supreme Yuqing King—"

As soon as "Pu Hua Gao" comes out, it can summon the thunder of the nine heavens and respond to Yuan to transform the illusion of Tianzun, attract thunder from the sky, cut off evil spirits, master life and death, and stabilize the prosperity.

The spell of the magic circle moved in response to the sound, and the indestructible evil spirits would not stop.

Ruocang doesn't care whether Ou Zhiming's resentment has become a essence, or evil spirits have entered his body.

He just wanted to get rid of his chaotic energy as soon as possible, so as not to continue to cause harm to the world.

Sure enough, Ou Zhiming's black-and-gray luck gradually weakened under the slashing of Thunder from the Nine Heavens and Thunder from the Eight Directions.

Ruo Cang spoke louder, and hastily read out the final invitation, "Great Mercy, Great Sage, Supreme Emperor, Ruo Cang, a disciple of the 23rd generation Xuan descendant of the Tai'an School, respectfully invite Jiutian Yingyuan—"

The imperial edict is not finished, but accidents happen suddenly.

Ou Zhiming's bad luck broke through the magic circle and went straight out.

Ruo Cang wanted to chase after him with a pole, but found that the evil energy got into the exorcism circle that purified 14 Buddhist beads next to him.

The lightning flashed like a thunderbolt, and the resentment lingering in the racecourse was completely wiped out.

In an instant, the red sandalwood Buddha beads burst out the yin breath of the breeding of all things.

The light of the beads is gloomy and dark, but there is a glow that cannot be ignored.

The color that should be obscure, flowing in the red sandalwood, turns out to be gentle and long, as if it has passed through a magical instrument for chanting blessings.

Ruo Cang picked up one in disbelief, and confirmed that there was no filthy smell left in the beads, but it was filled with universal benevolence, tenderness and softness.

The thunderbolt is the cardinal of yin and yang, commanding the root of all things, no monster can be safe in the big formation.

As for Ou Zhiming, who was lying in the Thunder Demon Slaying Demon Slaying Formation, his luck was still gloomy, dark and evil.

The phenomenon is too weird, far beyond Ruo Cang's cognition.

Suddenly, he remembered that Mr. Du once said...

Ou Zhiming is the master of Xuanwu, a nobleman's fate.

Ou Zhiming has always had trouble sleeping, and often has strange dreams.

Just like now, he dreamed that he was in a strange magic circle, and thunderbolts thundered down around him, and the purple sharp blade fell straight to the ground, and the clanging sound made him restless.

When the thunder suddenly stopped, Ou Zhiming woke up from the dream, only to feel the coldness under his body, and in front of him was the simple and dim plastic canopy of the film set.

Before he could sort out his thoughts, he turned around and saw the young man under the moonlight.

Ruo Cang faced the light and strung a pitch-black bead.

A whole string of round wooden beads shone with soft white light under the moonlight.

The picture is beautiful and quiet, if this person didn't make him dizzy, Ou Zhiming might still be able to appreciate it.

He frowned and turned over, the chair creaked.

Ruo Cang looked over with a clear gaze, put away the prayer beads, and came to greet his relatives.

"Are you awake?"

Ou Zhiming felt uncomfortable all over, he asked in a cold voice: "You attacked me?"

Ruocang decisively denied it, "It wasn't an attack, but an exorcism ceremony for you. Sorry, I forgot to discuss it with you first."

Ruo Cang, who was stern before, disappeared, and the person in front of him was sincere and frank, extremely sincere.

But Ou Zhiming's eyes were full of disbelief, and he stared at him sharply.

Ruo Cang took out the beads in his hand and explained earnestly: "Today Mo Yueyue's horse lost control because of this string of beads, which are stained with bad luck..."

He met Ou Zhiming's questioning gaze, "Also, after you came out of the Shen's ancestral hall, you have always carried the resentment left by the Shen family on your body, which will damage your own luck. So I must do something to drive away the evil immediately, otherwise The consequences could be disastrous."

The air was silent and dignified.

Ou Zhiming sneered, "It's nonsense."

He was very much like the look of all materialists facing a liar, he stood up and walked out directly, not planning to continue talking with Ruo Cang at all.

When I left, I didn't forget to take my sketchbook.

"Ou Zhiming!"

Ruo Cang stopped him sharply, "Do you know that your own fortune is unique, if you don't get rid of the bad luck in your body as soon as possible, you may implicate many people. Since you believe in auspiciousness, why can't you trust me?"

Ou Zhi stopped and turned to look at him with displeasure.

He said: "Don't mention that magic stick, I am a director with professional ethics. Anyone who says that I treat the filming perfunctorily and hurt the crew is questioning my ability. Even if it is just an idol drama, I can do my best. "

Arrogant and conceited, as well as a deep abhorrence of god sticks.

Shen stick himself was very ashamed and still refused to give up.

Ruocang reminded him, "I heard that a big V on Weibo publicly spoke ill of you, and it ended up in trouble."

Ou Zhiming remembered that there was such a person.

His eyes were full of sarcasm, and he said: "Illegal fundraising, if he doesn't go to jail, who will go to prison?"

"An actor got into a car accident because he didn't like you."

"Drunken driving, I'm not willing to find a replacement driver, what does it have to do with me."

Ruocang turned the beads around in confusion, and looked down at the string of red sandalwood.

"Just now I used the magic circle to disperse your bad luck. Not only did you not suffer any harm, but it also shattered the remaining resentment from the Buddhist beads... Do you really feel nothing?"

Ou Zhiming's gaze became puzzled, and he remembered his thunderous dream.

But dreams are always dreams.

He had more than one similar dream.

So, he smiled dangerously, "I just remember that you knocked me out, do you need me to call the police?"

The tone is full of threats, Ruo Cang suspects that if he brings up the ghostly thing again, this person doesn't mind changing the leading role tomorrow.

What is Unwavering Materialism?

that's!

Ruo Cang has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and this is the first time he has encountered this kind of stubble who is not driven away and has its own disasters.

He frowned deeply and felt that Ou Zhiming's actions were full of contradictions.

Ruo Cang asked in confusion: "But before you, you obviously asked me if I knew Taoism, and the opening ceremony was also specially made to watch Mr. Du do something."

Ou Zhiming's gaze lingered on Ruocang's face.

The young man's expression was sincere and frank, and he was not willing to speak harshly.

In the end, Ou Zhiming sighed helplessly.

His tone was a little gentler, and he said, "Because my next film will be about Taoism, and the subject matter doesn't mean I believe in it, do you understand?"

Ruocang tilted his head, and couldn't understand, "Since you don't believe it, why are you making Taoist movies?"

Under the night, Ou Zhiming had a tall figure.

His voice was low and his eyes were deep, "Taoism is a religion that originated in China based on Taoism. Strictly speaking, what I want to photograph is not Taoism, but Taoism researchers."

Ou Zhiming rarely talks about his thoughts with people other than screenwriters and directors.

But he didn't mind telling Ruo Cang how he would tear off all the fig leafs of feudal superstition.

"The Taoist researcher I want to photograph is proficient in all Taoist cultures. What he has to do is not to promote superstition, but to get rid of the tricks of the gods after a thorough understanding of Taoism, and smash all the tricks of religious liars. Return to the original face of Taoism."

Ruo Cang had never heard of such an idea.

From the perspective of atheism, analyze the world of theism.

Contradictory in nature, but firm in will.

Ou Zhiming felt that there was no need to compete with a young man.

Just as he was about to leave, Ruo Cang suddenly asked, "What do you think is the true face of Taoism?"

The sound is clear, unique and clean.

Ou Zhiming was silent for a long time, as if he was remembering something, so that his aura was mysterious and ever-changing.

In the end, he looked at Ruo Cang with deep eyes, and said in a firm tone: "In the world after death, there will be no ghosts, and there will be no reincarnation."

There will be no salvation and blessings.

"The original face of Taoism is nothing but the spiritual sustenance of living people."

The next day, Mo Yueyue had a good rest and returned to her usual simple happiness.

Her crisp and melodious laughter can be heard on the set.

She is showing off to the crew almost all the time——

Look, my bracelet, Mr. Du personally helped me repair it.The auspicious person and the auspicious person said that I turn evil into good fortune, and it is true!

Mr. Du, who had not come to the set for a long time, was once again surrounded by crew members.

After an accident, everyone hopes to have a chat with this powerful Taoist priest about life's troubles.

During the lunch break, Mr. Du finally seized the opportunity to meet Ruocang.

"Uncle, I did as you asked. Mo Yueyue thought I had a clever plan. Knowing that the Buddha beads helped her prevent disaster, I specially repaired the bracelet for her."

Mr. Du stroked his beard, and was very relieved to think of Mo Yueyue's words of thanks to him.

Anyway, she is a little girl who knows how to repay her kindness, so it is not in vain for him to say a few more words.

However, he was puzzled and asked, "Since you have already performed rituals, why didn't you give it to her yourself?"

Mr. Du felt ashamed to receive such favors as Shun Shui.

Ruo Cang replied calmly, "Trouble, I'm afraid she might misunderstand."

Whenever he thinks of Mo Yueyue's rotten peach blossoms, he gets a headache. The little girl is easily moved.

Ruocang swept his gaze away, and met Ou Zhiming's gaze from afar.

However, the director's response was also very straightforward, turning his head to avoid him, and he didn't want to pay attention to him.

The whole morning, when Ou Zhiming looked at him, he would definitely look away.

Even if the sunglasses cover it, it can't stop him from avoiding it deliberately.

Ruo Cang thought, this person is probably still complaining about his sudden attack last night.

Due to work, there was no personal revenge.

He pondered for a moment, then asked Mr. Du, "There is a reason... What does Ou Zhiming look like to you?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Du turned his head to look at the crew canopy.

Ou Zhiming was chatting with Lin Han at random.

He looked at it for a long time, and finally stroked his beard and said with emotion: "Mr. Ou is still the noble luck that everything goes smoothly, which is rare in the world."

Ruocang asked curiously, "What about me?"

Mr. Du was slightly surprised, he groaned with his beard, and didn't speak for a long time.

He looked at Ruo Cang with awe.

Because Ruocang's luck is different from anyone else's, it is light and elegant, looks extremely weak, but its essence is extremely strong.

Like the green pines and verdant cypresses in the mountains, it gathers the aura of heaven and earth, and although it is immature, it stands proudly on the cliff.

indestructible.

Mr. Du smiled slightly, and said truthfully: "Uncle Shi, you are naturally a unique immortal energy in the world."

Ruo Cang blinked, thinking he was joking.

He couldn't see his luck, but obviously, Ou Zhiming in his eyes was completely different from Mr. Du.

Ruocang had no choice but to say: "Actually, Ou Zhiming's fate in my eyes is mysterious. Not only does he not have the fate of a noble person, but he may also hurt innocent people."

Mr. Du's face was serious.

He had seen Ou Zhiming's luck with his own eyes, and he couldn't fake it.

But Ruocang's Taoism is deeper than his, even if he is wrong, Ruocang will not be wrong.

Mr. Du asked in a low voice, cautiously: "Since my uncle thinks he will hurt innocent people, is there a way to deal with it?"

"Yes, but last night when I used the Thunder Slaying Demon Slaying Formation to forcibly exorcise him—"

Before Ruo Cang finished speaking, Mr. Du was stunned.

"Thunderbolt Demon Slaying Formation?! Master Uncle, this formation hurts people deeply, it goes straight to the heart, Director Ou may not be able to last for a few days!"

Mr. Du's tone was serious and anxious, almost immediately he was going to dial 120 for Ou Zhiming, which surprised Ruocang.

"...Don't panic!"

Ruocang hurriedly stopped him, completely unable to understand his panic, "I used the thunderbolt to slay demons and subdue demons when I exorcised evil spirits and prayed for rain and water at the foot of the mountain. Let alone people, the pigs, ducks and geese who participated in the battle were all alive and kicking." Yes, he'll be fine!"

Mr. Du's panic subsided a little, and he repeatedly checked Ou Zhiming's status.

The luck is stable and soft, so you should be fine.

Suddenly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Du almost forgot that Ruocang has been able to read and write since he was a child, and he already looks good at the age of three.

Much stronger than him.

Mr. Du looked at Ruocang with pride and admiration.

After all, he is his uncle, even at a young age, he deserves his respect and admiration.

Mr. Du sighed and said: "You are worthy of being an uncle. I think you can walk in the mountains and forests when you were young, and you have such a profound skill. It is really easy to use a mere thunderbolt to slay demons and demons. It's a pity that I didn't see you do it with my own eyes. Otherwise, you will definitely benefit a lot, which is better than practicing for many years."

Ruo Cang doesn't have much memory of what happened before he was three years old.

He only felt ashamed to be flattered by a grey-bearded nephew.

"Stop praising me. Although the ceremony has been done, Ou Zhiming's hostility is still there. I still don't understand what's going on."

Ruo Cang sighed, "Now that I think about it, those metaphysics rumors circulating on the Internet have nothing to do with Ou Zhiming's luck."

Being evil, not only can bring out the grievances of the Shen family's ancestral hall, but also use formations to defeat these grievances, which is unusual no matter how you think about it.

It's a pity that Mr. Du can only see that Ou Zhiming is rich, and he can't give Ruocang more help.

The two generations of the Tai'an faction met, but they didn't come to a conclusion.

Mr. Du worried: "Mr. Ou's secret luck, could it be the source of the evil energy of the Buddhist beads? If the problem is not the Seventh Buddha, but him, then..."

Mr. Du's worries were not made public, and Ruocang knew it clearly.

Mo Yueyue's beads had a faint and gloomy air.

Xu Manhui was bewitched by an evil spirit, and a trace of evil spirit sneaked in with the wind.

However, a little bit of bad luck will not cause the horses to panic, and a trace of evil spirit will not make a big man like Xu Manhui go crazy.

Ou Zhiming did have a problem.

Once it becomes uncontrollable, no one can tell whether a small matter will become a big one, and it will not end.

There must be evil spirits in the visions from the sky. Although it is not a chaotic world, they still want to keep one side safe.

Ruo Cang thought for a while and said, "I have a way to restrain him."

After the race scene ended, the crew moved into the mansion and continued to film the extravagant life of the rich.

Idol dramas have a horror core, and they will not give up the essence of showing off their wealth.

Ao Yingxue was there whenever he was called, and even brought a box of Ruocang's needs.

He asked, "What do you want pen, ink, paper and inkstone for?"

The male protagonist of this show has no such cultural personality at all.

Ruo Cang took the box and returned frankly, "Didn't you say that you want me to record some Vlogs or take some photos to post on Weibo? I thought of something more interesting."

The crew was busy preparing for the evening pool party scene.

Ruo Cang sat in the spacious garden, sitting at the stone table, laying out rice paper, pen and ink.

Raise your hand and drop the words, fluent and willful.

He can't change Ou Zhiming's luck, but changing the feng shui of the mansion and protecting the crew from any accidents is still a piece of cake.

As a public figure, it is inconvenient for him to write talismans in public, but he can copy some poems and insert a few pages of scriptures to downplay the influence of Ou Zhiming's negative luck on the crew.

One person writes, and the whole group watches.

The busy staff couldn't help but stop by Ruo Cang's side.

The characters written by Ruo Cang are tortuous, complicated and profound, and it is really incomprehensible.

They couldn't help asking: "Ruo Cang, what are you writing about?"

"This is seal script."

Ruo Cangyin dismissed the secret seal script, and only mentioned the major categories of characters, "I'll take the time to practice calligraphy, and copy some Tang poetry and Song lyrics, so as not to lose my handwriting after a long time."

Thousands of years of cultural inheritance, when it comes to poetry and songs, everyone always has a lot of common language.

Ruocang wrote while chatting with people, and when there were few people, he copied a few pages of Baogao scriptures and pressed them on the crew to suppress evil.

Ruocang's deserted Weibo finally has a fixed business theme.

The once-a-day calligraphy exercises were sent out, accompanied by poems, which were well received.

Post today "Chang'an young knight-errant, go to the garrison building at night to watch Taibai."

Tomorrow, write "Singing and laughing, a round of bright moon shines on the face, who said that Master came to ask."

Those poems that can make people feel peaceful let people understand this young idol.

Ruocang raised his pen with lowered eyes, and wrote the appearance of seal script. Even if he was wearing a shirt and suit, it couldn't stop fans from feeling the strength of an ancient literati.

At first, netizens just went to watch the excitement.

But after reading those seal script poems for a long time, I only feel that my mind is calm and my anger has completely disappeared.

"I don't know why, but I feel calm when I see Ruocang writing. Maybe it's because good-looking people also look good at writing."

"It turns out that the seal script is so beautiful. I have never thought of it before. It would be great if there were bullet screens. I need a wild translator!"

Literate entertainers are always more popular than illiterate ones.

Ruocang Yiwu is earth-shattering, and now Wuwen is also more advanced than others.

Even the forum has a special building for Master Ruocang's calligraphy, where his calligraphy is concentrated.

Those seal scripts posted by Ruocang Weibo have gathered into beautiful poems, which make people stop and admire frequently.

So, when the Internet was praising Ruocang for his beautiful handwriting, the crew of "Under the Stars" also followed suit and edited an episode of Ruocang's practice of writing.

Netizens who often follow Ruocang swiped to Douyin every minute, and happily moved it to the forum.

However, watching and watching, some people questioned the crew's editing.

"What Ruo Cang wrote in these few pages...doesn't seem to be poetry or words?"

The crew Douyin sent a big platter.

Some of the papers written by Ruocang were placed randomly, densely packed with seal characters, not quite like Tang poetry and Song Ci.

When one party asks, all parties answer.

However, those who are knowledgeable can't read those seal scripts smoothly, and the translator can't give an answer.

"Could it be Ruocang's wrong manuscript?"

"That's right, seal script is so twisted, it's normal to write wrong strokes."

"I found out that none of the words shot by the film crew are in Ruocang's video."

Ruocang carefully selected good words and sentences on Weibo.

The film crew edited whatever was filmed, and the angles were very random.

Everyone tended to be unscreened by the crew, and accidentally posted the clip of Ruo Cang's typo.

Most of the people are typo professionals, and they laughed and laughed at it, not taking it seriously.

Gu Yi's fans were quick to respond after hearing the news.

They finally caught the handle of the person they hate the most!

This is simply giving a pillow when you are sleepy, and a knife when you kill someone.

Zhengchou Ruocang has no black spots, so it will be delivered to her door by herself!

They immediately broadcast internally and spread throughout the fan circle——

Ruo Cang pretended to write a typo, and was slapped in the face by the crew's Douyin!

This group of guys who hate Ruo Cang to death happily preached everywhere.

The Heicang bot built by the undercover agents of the Aiyi Party finally has fresh material with real evidence for everyone to laugh at.

As soon as the typo video was released, countless "lizhongke" commented on it.

"Hey, some celebrities don't pretend to be uneducated, and they actually wrote a typo. Don't be ashamed of it."

"My uncle is a researcher of ancient Chinese, and he said it was a typo in the word '木'."

"Hey, that's why I say don't pretend to be coercive. If you pretend to be coercive, you will overturn your car. Don't think that no one will understand when you write seal characters. Be silly, we have a translator!"

There was triumph in the maniacal sneer.

Every line is full of gloating irony.

As a result, the Internet is very lively, and if you swipe at any time, you can see a large number of marketing accounts sighing——

Another star sells cultural persona, and it turned over!

Gu Yi's fans had their vengeance avenged. Holding back their grievances, they finally did a good deed for their brother!

Just when they were moved by themselves, a popular science blogger with many fans knocked out a question mark.

"What typo? These are the secret seals of Taoism!"