There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

The greatest strengths and weaknesses of human beings are that they don't agree with each other.

No matter how terrible the idea is, as long as the expression management is in place and the acting skills reach the peak, it is impossible to leak the slightest bit to the outside world.

So, extra safe.

But now, no matter how calm and calm Ou Zhiming's expression is, he can't hide his turbulent heart.

Ruo Cang can hear it all?

what happened?

Various thoughts caused Ou Zhiming to fight in his head, and a clear voice had to remind him again.

- a bit noisy.

Ou Zhiming: ...

The air was suddenly quiet, Ou Zhiming didn't need to test it anymore, he could only stare at Ruo Cang in surprise, wanting to explain.

Ruo Cang smiled softly, without opening his mouth, he sent his thoughts directly to Ou Zhiming's heart.

——It should be the effect of the second layer of the technique of life cycle circulation. You and I have the same fate.

He spoke lightly.

Suddenly, Ou Zhiming felt something was wrong, "Why can you know what I'm thinking, but I don't know what you're thinking?!"

So unfair!

Ruo Cang blinked, and said innocently, "Because you care about your own thoughts more than me."

"How is it possible!" Ou Zhiming didn't believe it, "I'm not narcissistic."

Ruo Cang shook his head, reminding him, "This is not narcissism, this is art."

"..."

Ruocang doesn't need to work hard, he can directly accept Ou Zhiming's violent mood swings.

After all, Ou Zhiming's thoughts are too straightforward!

A man's thinking relies on art to do whatever he wants, and Ou Zhiming's arrogant selection of materials has become a habit.

He even had the arrogance to teach Ruocang to witness the danger of the movie, so his thoughts were never fortified, and he moved as he wanted,

Art, Ruo Cang understood.

Watching so many ancient movies with harmony of life is not for nothing. Ou Zhiming will peel off his layers of clothes in his mind, and arrange his performance art with an artistic vision.

These things are natural.

But once the nature is spread out on the bright side, it will...

There will be nothing to hide, scalp numbness, and shame.

Ou Zhiming's ears were red, and he couldn't hide his feelings for Ruo Cang any longer.

Because Ruo Cang looked calmly and wrote "I know everything", it was useless for him to quibble.

"...I was wrong, I apologize to you." Ou Zhiming corrected his attitude, whipped his soul, and sincerely asked for advice, "How can I be like you and not let you hear my heart?"

Ou Zhiming desperately needs privacy.

Even if there is Ruo Cang's figure in this privacy, he doesn't want Ruo Cang himself to watch!

Unfortunately, Ruocang shrugged and smiled helplessly.

--there's no way.

Ou Zhiming:?

——However, to be fair, I can show you all my thoughts.

Ruocang smiled brighter, and said, "You just have to forget about yourself and just think about me."

The sentence, which was like a love story, made Ou Zhiming feel another kind of ardor.

This requires no learning, much less skill.

Once Ou Zhiming thought about it, he could see the script of "Sound of Chen Xiang" and Jing Xing's lines.

There is also the back view of Xiaowen drying the spices, and Bai Ying's tragic situation before being sent to the hospital.

Every thought that Ruo Cang passes on to Ou Zhiming is closely related to the things Ruo Cang usually comes into contact with.

He sometimes thinks that the pronunciation of this sentence is a bit awkward, and he needs to practice it twice.

Sometimes I think, if Bai Ying is a woman, it's better not to get too close to avoid misunderstanding.

Just as Ruocang said, in ancient times, passion was all about ritual, even though "Sound of Chen Xiang" contains strong elements of modern art processing, it does not prevent him from being upright!

Selfless!

Nothing dirty!

Ou Zhiming has been educated. The hero of a love movie regards the heroine as a colleague, even if he plays a sex scene (unsuccessful), he doesn't think about it in the slightest. The degree of asceticism is undoubtedly the same as that of a saint.

He didn't care if Ruo Cang could hear him or laugh at him.

Come up and sigh sincerely: Is this the way to be a master of Taoism?After comparison, he really looks like a wretched man.

Ruo Cang laughed out loud.

Obviously heard it.

Ou Zhiming lost all face and face, and performed performance art in front of himself.

Sophistry and struggle can't change the established facts.

It's better to save your future self.

Therefore, Ou Zhiming humbly asked for advice, "Do you have any special way of thinking management?"

He stood in front of Ruo Cang who was too clear and clear. Ou Zhiming felt that he was not worthy of being a human being and wanted to return to the furnace.

However, Ruo Cang was stunned.

Although the way of mind-to-mind communication is unfamiliar to him, Ruo Cang has a strong ability to adapt after years of trials of spirit possession.

No thought management required at all.

So, he explained to Ou Zhiming, "Actually, you don't have to mind too much. Humans always have a little secret. For example, I also thought about some ideas that are not suitable for public speaking."

"Really?" Ou Zhiming was full of interest, even though he didn't believe it, "but I didn't find out just now."

He didn't notice it because Ruo Cang didn't think about it.

As long as Ruocang dug out those "thoughts that are not suitable for public speaking" from his memory and posted them, Ou Zhiming would be able to receive them accurately.

The night is hazy, and the moon is as cool as water.

Ruo Cang looked hesitantly, but Ou Zhiming kept on staring at him, and still made the voice of "Let me see, let me see" in his soul.

However, the things that Ruo Cang thought about...

It's kind of hard to say, hard to confess.

Suddenly, an incomparably clear voice came from his ear, and Ou Zhiming's sight became brighter.

——I showed you everything, what are you afraid of?

——No, you are in my mind, and you often treat me like this, so don’t dare to face me.

The brazen Ou Zhiming completely broke his can.

Anyway, if Ruo Cang looked at him, if he didn't look back, he must be a loser!

Men are naturally strong by nature, and Ou Zhiming directly hit Ruo Cang's psychological defense line with every sentence.

He wants to force Ruo Cang.

Finally, thoughts like a warm stream trickled into Ou Zhiming's heart.

He heard it, really heard it.

"This person has done so many evil things, it must make him suffer more."

"Hey, why is there no good reward for a good man? The way of heaven let me meet him. Should I save him or let him go?"

Ruo Cang's lovely annoyance is struggling between his sense of self-righteousness and the idea of ​​following nature.

He is an impulsive character.

However, people who cultivate the Tao should not be impulsive, let alone meddle in their own business.

These thoughts, which are not suitable for public speaking, cover all Ruo Cang's struggles and entanglements.

It is extremely inconsistent with his decisive actions.

As Ou Zhiming listened, he felt even more ashamed.

What he thinks is far from Ruocang's. If these can be considered as "can't say it" thoughts, then those should be classified as "should not appear in this life".

When he was lamenting that his filthy thoughts had polluted Ruo Cang, suddenly there appeared in his mind the necessary troubles in the morning, and Ruo Cang, who was ashamed of himself, stretched out his hand with a red face and hazy vision, and held it in a low voice——

"Cough!" Ruo Cang coughed and broke the silence instantly, and began to think about the mysteries of the world and the prehistoric universe.

Before Ou Zhiming finished reading the whole thing, he was filled with a set of professional Taoist scriptures.

However, no matter how many scriptures are chanted, it is impossible for him to lose his memory!

"It's nothing to be shy about." Ou Zhiming comforted.

Ruocang glared at him, if Ou Zhiming restrained his smile, he might believe that these words were sincere comfort!

Ou Zhiming's smile became brighter amidst Ruocang's silence.

He finally found the happiness that belongs to a man.

He thought to himself, the world is one, Ruo Cang is the same as him.

The spiritual victory method is immortal, and Ou Zhiming recalled the flash of thought before, and felt that he was indeed a winner in life.

As a result, Ruo Cang was forced to recall the past repeatedly and suffered double mental torture.

Still can't resist.

After all, as soon as he resisted, Ou Zhiming would say: You look at mine and I look at yours, that's fair.

Ruocang is the one who breaks the shame, but he can only endure the humiliation for the sake of fairness.

Ou Zhiming took advantage and sighed, "I think your sect's formation is definitely targeting me."

The first time I made it, I was bitten and gnawed.

Do it a second time and have no privacy at all.

First the body, then the soul.

He sighed, "After finishing the third level ritual, will I completely become yours?"

Ruocang: ...

He was joking, Ruo Cang could tell.

Ruo Cang glanced at Ou Zhiming's faint outline, and admitted that the technique of life pulse circulation was useful.

"Whether it's mine or not, at least... your luck has really faded."

Ou Zhiming's misfortune luck faded, which became an excuse for Ruocang to persuade Ou Zhiming to get used to mutual understanding.

However, after he said goodbye to Ou Zhiming and closed the door, he dared to think about what was going on.

Ruo Cang could feel the abnormality in his body, this abnormality was like the breathlessness caused by the heavy and hazy weather, pressing on his body, forming a shallow pressure.

Ou Zhiming's luck has indeed attached to him.

He can feel it.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see it.

Ruo Cang stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking carefully at the outline of his body, clean and tidy without any luck that could predict the past and future, as always, a doctor does not heal himself, it is difficult to save himself.

The master said to get rid of evil spirits with the body.

He can't even see the evil spirit, so how can he get rid of it?

Ruo Cang thought about it, but couldn't find an answer, so he had to pick up the writing brush used for homework in the hotel room, draw a talisman for himself, and put it under the pillow.

Take one step at a time.

However, the night is not destined to be peaceful.

Ruo Cang fell asleep and smelled the mellow fragrance without any surprise.

It wasn't wine, let alone spices, but thick and viscous blood, with bright red all over the field of vision.

Ruo Cang soaked in such a pool of blood, even if he raised his hand a little, he could feel the blood color sliding down his fingertips and the sound of ticking down.

This is probably another nightmare.

He was used to walking hard in the blood, as if he was stuck in the mud, trying to reach the end of the blood shadow in the sky.

As he walked, Ruocang felt a little dazed.

He seemed to be spinning in circles, looking for something.

It's not to get out of the sea of ​​blood, but to enter the sea of ​​blood by oneself, for someone or something.

Before he could confirm what he was looking for, he saw a pair of indifferent eyes appearing in the pool of blood, silently staring at him.

Ruo Cang didn't feel afraid, and even felt happy in his dream.

The name hidden deep in my heart is ready to be pronounced, and I can call it immediately without thinking deeply——

"Ou Zhiming!"

Ruocang woke up with a start, before he could wave away the red curtain in the dream, he heard a clear knock on the door.

Ou Zhiming's deep and confused voice reached his ears: You knew I was coming the moment I got outside the door?

Ruocang's ability to control his thoughts far exceeds that of the free and undisciplined Ou Zhiming.

The smell of blood just flashed through his mind, and the next moment he was overwhelmed by the response: Well, because you disturbed me.

Ruo Cang's random excuse made Ou Zhiming fall in love with him.

——Is it really that noisy?I didn't hear your voice when I slept last night, it shouldn't be noisy.

——Our mind-to-heart connection seems to be limited by distance. I couldn’t hear you after you closed the door last night, but I could hear you again when you shouted too loudly just now.

—Like now, can you hear it?Can you answer me?

Ruocang brushed his teeth and washed his face, silently picked up a towel to wipe his face, and replied slowly: "Why do you have to talk to me with your thoughts?"

"Practice." Ou Zhiming said proudly, "As long as I have enough words in my head, you won't be able to see what I'm really thinking."

It makes sense, and it is worthy of the name of Ou Zhi, who has experienced many battles.

Ruo Cang hung up the towel and glanced at him, "I'm so afraid that I know what you're thinking, is it because you..."

"Of course not!" Ou Zhiming retorted extremely quickly.

It was so abnormal that Ruo Cang's mind couldn't help but a pair of long legs appeared in his mind, and his posture was lifted up charmingly, lively and fragrant.

In the next second, the familiar "Qizhen Gao" "Shenyue Paixiao rises, Feifeng Yuqianxun" flashes, like a high-energy warning barrage, which is not suitable for children.

... Ruocang really never thought that his rough legs would be so alluring in Ou Zhiming's dream.

In an instant, in Ou Zhiming's heart, he could perform an action scene that could complete the cause and effect.

Even if Ou Zhiming's ability to recite scriptures reached its peak, he still couldn't recover the little secret he just revealed.

"Understood." Ruocang put on his coat, and forgave Ou Zhiming who was chanting Taoist scriptures, "You are not a wretched man, you just need to collect materials."

Don't ask, asking is art.

Ou Zhiming suffers from a common disease in the director's profession, and the disease has developed into cancer. There is no cure, and the rescue is ineffective.

I can only work hard to proficiently recite Taoist scriptures in morning and evening classes, and strive to become a great sage who has no scriptures in his mouth but knows the Tao in his heart as soon as possible.

The big sage and the little sage were on the set together, forming a strange situation that Lin Qingye had never seen before.

Usually these two boys are chatting, laughing and noisy, why are they so quiet today?

It was so quiet...the atmosphere was weird!

Just like now, Lin Qingye just called out.

Ruocang glanced at Ou Zhiming and said nothing.

But Ou Zhiming understood, nodded, as if to express that he knew he was wrong, and he raised his legs and walked out of the set, as if he left the set in response to Ruo Cang's request.

Lin Qingye looked at it strangely, and when Ruocang came over, he couldn't help asking: "Did you guys have a conflict last night?"

"No." Ruocang smiled sincerely, "I made an agreement with Ou Zhiming not to disturb me."

Lin Qingye really didn't know that Ruo Cang, who had no emotional role, would be afraid of Ou Zhiming's interference?

It was not good before, why has it changed now?

Facing the suspicion of the elders, Ruocang had a hard time explaining, so he had to keep silent.

He couldn't just say "Ou Zhiming's internal chanting was so loud that he and his partner had a dialogue", right?

But in order not to let Ruo Cang see through his true thoughts, Ou Zhiming was really noisy and kept chanting sutras from morning to noon.

Ou Zhiming didn't want to, but he couldn't help it.

How can it be possible to simply reform the unscrupulous artistic creation thinking that is usually done.

He had no choice but to exert external force, recite "Zhuangzi" and "Laozi" repeatedly, and suppress his thoughts of running around.

In order not to be addicted to watching Ruo Cang, thinking wildly, it is not suitable for children.

Unfortunately, Ruo Cang finds it noisy.

The minds between them are connected, and the degree of clarity is determined according to the distance between the two.

This kind of principle, like a wifi signal, finally gave the two of them a piece of peace.

Ou Zhiming stood melancholy and silently by the lake, watching the scene from a distance.

I don't know if it's because he didn't sleep well, but today he always has a faint double image when he sees people.

Everyone has a light or faint circle of glow, as if the color of the soul is reflected after the baptism of the rainstorm, and it is bright and dark.

Suddenly, a staff member came along the path. He carried a bunch of props and walked in a particularly hasty manner.

The props are hollow screens, not heavy, but huge.

He was completely covered by the screen, but he couldn't cover the dark and translucent misty light.

This black light is too special.

Ou Zhiming couldn't help staring at him, very curious about what it was.

Unlike LED lights, it is even less likely that the props have decolorized and stained the staff's clothes.

Is this a luminous screen?

As soon as Ou Zhiming thought about it, the staff brushed past him and went straight to the set.

And the place where his figure rushed straight over had the same black light.

Thick blackness enveloped the scaffolding.

Ou Zhiming was very sure that before he left the set, the scaffolding was definitely not this dark and uncomfortable color.

He couldn't help following the staff, wondering: Is this screen going to be placed there?

Just thinking about it, there was a problem with the simple transportation work of the staff.

The huge screen passed through many sundries, suddenly stuck him, and froze him halfway to his destination.

The staff member had to put down the screen and carefully studied where the props were stuck and how to solve the fault.

The work that should have been patient and meticulous, the staff did a little irritable. He wanted to pull the screen violently while calling for help.

At this time, his figure flickered, and the scaffolding next to him moved.

Ou Zhiming realized something, rushed over suddenly, and pushed the staff out without any explanation.

He didn't give any explanation.

But what happened next doesn't need his explanation at all!

The scaffolding was like disturbed dominoes, and the moment it was pulled by the screen, it smashed down with a pile of steel pipe debris!

Draw sharp white marks.

"what happened?!"

There was too much movement, which disturbed the shooting on the set.

Everyone turned their heads and saw the staff of the props team sitting on the ground with ashen faces, surrounded by scattered props, which looked like a disaster scene after a storm.

Ou Zhiming stood aside and explained, "Just now he accidentally bumped into a scaffolding."

After speaking, he picked up the sharp steel pipe on the ground and looked at Ruocang solemnly.

——If I hadn't pushed him away, I'm afraid I couldn't escape the bloody disaster.

Ruo Cang could clearly hear the remaining half of Ou Zhiming's words.

He thought that Ou Zhiming was showing off his foresight, but the next moment, Ou Zhiming walked over with a steel pipe in his hand and a serious expression on his face.

——I saw the same black.

Ou Zhiming's voice was clear and fell into Ruocang's ears.

He said in his heart that the staff members were surrounded by black circles, and the scaffolding was also surrounded by black circles, and then such an accident happened...

Ou Zhiming stood in front of Ruo Cang, and sighed in annoyance.

——Is this what you usually call luck?

Ruo Cang stared in surprise, not worth the ups and downs in his heart.

Watching people's luck is a habit he has practiced for many years. He didn't know until he went down the mountain that not everyone can clearly see the luck of outsiders.

In the past, Ou Zhiming could not.

Now, he can.

Yes.

Ruo Cang's expression was immediately as serious as Ou Zhiming's, and the silence confirmed Ou Zhiming's strangeness.

He took a closer look at Ou Zhiming's gloomy and dark aura.

After being separated by Ruo Cang and becoming light, there was a trace of bright light indistinctly.

Ruo Cang has seen this kind of light in Mr. Du, in his senior brother, and in his master.

In the same way, it can be deduced that the self he cannot see should also have such a faint and quiet light.

Ou Zhiming's ability to observe Qi is naturally related to this light.

Ruo Cang immediately recalled the detailed explanation of the Art of Life Vessel Flowing.

"Second floor, fate turns around, pierces through the spirit wood, and uses the wood to inherit the darkness of people."

Ruocang is Ou Zhiming's spirit tree.

He and Ou Zhiming's fate changed, and while he inherited Ou Zhiming's dark aura...

Ou Zhiming also inherited his luck!

Such a conclusion is not difficult to come to.

Just as Ruo Cang figured it out, Ou Zhiming was dumbfounded when he understood the content.

He finally spoke and asked: "Then I can also show people's faces in the future?"

"Yes, congratulations, Ouhuang." Ruo Cang slowly rolled up his sleeves, "You don't have to be very tired and troublesome to learn the skills of Tai'an disciples, and you can watch your luck."

How Ruocang put it, he had endured 18 years of hard work and learned from various experiences and lessons before learning it hard!

Ou Zhiming, who gets something for nothing, is unavoidably a little excited with new skills in his hand.

He stared at Ruo Cang in surprise and greed, and sighed silently: So today he sees Ruo Cang's own brilliance, not because he masturbated too much at night.

Ruo Cang gave him a blank look.

The frank Ou Zhiming has no face or skin, and doesn't have the demeanor of a great director at all.

It's a pity that Ou Zhiming is not afraid of Ruo Cang's eyes at all, and said with great interest: "I will draw a sketch for you."

"Ok?"

Ruo Cang didn't know why Ou Zhiming made this request suddenly, he only knew that he was in high spirits, and his emotions were full of himself outlined by his eyes.

He sat on the set chair to rest and became Ou Zhiming's temporary model.

While Ou Zhiming was drawing Ruo Cang, Ruo Cang could see the pencil traces on the sketchbook through his focused gaze.

After all, he is a professional director with a solid foundation in sketching, and his sketches in black, white and gray can hardly hide Ruo Cang's brilliance.

Ruocang took the sketchbook in surprise, and saw himself in Ou Zhiming's eyes.

His temperament is leisurely, his eyes are calm, his appearance is secondary, the important thing is the light light around his body, which can be seen at a glance in the gray and black background, even with the tenacity and sharpness of pines and cypresses.

It seems to have its own light effect background.

Ou Zhiming said happily, "I thought it was my eyesight, but it turned out to be your luck, that's how beautiful you are."

with light.

There was no bloodshed on the set, and the accident gradually subsided.

However, the situation was beyond Ou Zhiming's cognition, which illuminated his brand-new skills, so that he couldn't help but keep his eyes on the people around him.

Light gray, dim, blazing, and gentle luck are everywhere.

He doesn't know how to observe Qi, so he can judge that this person is absent-minded, this person is anxious, this person is trying hard on the surface but secretly thinking about what to eat for dinner by purely guessing.

Just guessing.

Ou Zhiming still has to check the answer with Ruo Cang in his heart.

Ruo Cang, who is dedicated to his work, not only faces the actor and partner in the show, but also faces the [-] little question marks of Ou Zhiming.

——His luck is light and slightly dark, implying pink, does it mean that there will be troubles in the relationship between men and women?

——This person's fortune fluctuates, opening and closing, is he checking Weibo, and being annoyed and laughing by the content in it?

——Ruo Cang Ruocang, when many staff members look at you, they all look like luck stained with peach blossoms. Does this mean that they all have a crush on you?Wow, you are a heartthrob, you are indeed the man I like.

Ou Zhiming had more and more thoughts and became more and more noisy.

He never considered that Ruo Cang was still filming.

Ruo Cang and his partner played together, and almost couldn't hear each other's voice clearly.

Ou Zhiming's "Are you" and "Are you" are all around your ears.

Finally, Ruo Cang endured until the last scene of the scene.

He drew his sword and slashed his partner ruthlessly, using force to end the scene.

When he slashed at his partner with a sharp blade in his hand, his heart was full of vicious roars——

Shut up!

Ou Zhiming was taken aback by the yelling from the distance, and finally shut up.

He blinked at Ruo Cang, not knowing why.

However, Ruocang sternly drew his sword back, stared cruelly at the camera, and then slowly, slowly met his gaze.

You, noisy, dead, dead.