In such a situation, Meng Shi suddenly took out a lighter and lit the extinguished candle.

In the eyes of all onlookers, it is undoubtedly an extremely absurd act.

But in front of everyone, under the camera, in the process of getting up without any cover, he touched the lighter, took two steps slowly, and raised his hand until the lighter made a cacha sound and flames appeared.

Only then did everyone realize what he had done.

Therefore, what they were surprised and couldn't understand was not Meng Shi's behavior, but the lighter itself.

It's not that Meng Shi let them play, and everyone is too familiar with this thing.

It's truly fully functional at that moment.

No matter how natural Meng Shi behaved, they couldn't ignore its existence.

So much so that he was instantly beaten out of the atmosphere he had created by Meng Shi's actions.

From immersive viewing, return to the set.

Yes, yes.

I was halfway through the run and tripped over the thick line underground.

'Teacher Guan Bin is so good! ’

But when the real professional issues are put in front of me, I can only sigh.

It's a shame to be the actor.

Have I passed, or have I been?

These are the Fayun Lands who know why they are silent in He Tian's Zhihai, and they are returning because I have destroyed He Tian's "love".

Lun Zhu saw that Cheng Dao suddenly trembled, and silently moved two steps.

Shensi's monk's robe is moon white, and Han Lu's dress is pure white.

"Yesterday was a seed, yesterday was a death."

It's a bad guy who can act.

Like a basketball lover who sees an NBA superstar flying and dunking, the inner adoration is almost suppressed.

Although the goods are usually set in sets, Guan Bin borrowed my movements, my questions, and answered the only light in his hand.

That's not even the kind of acting that can handle.

Save karma, pan-sea.

In chromaticity, the subtraction of the eight primary colors orange and blue will turn into a whitish dark brown, like dried and spoiled blood.

Ask for it, teach you a little, in the past, acting was to beat these big fresh meat that only had no fan support.

He grabbed the gaffer's shoes with a rolling belt, grabbed my pants, and with the force of his knees and hands at the same time, he stood up, grabbed my belt hard, and stood up completely, and grabbed the controller.

"Pick it up, or put it on." Meng Shi's footsteps stopped beside Hua Sha, waited for me to turn my head, and continued backwards.

"He suffers from gains and losses, cares too much about the future, and worries too much about the future." The lower half of Meng Shi's body retreated into the light source, like the dark red of charcoal fire, and gradually returned.

Meng Shi returned to his original position, standing in front of his desk, behind the candlelight.

The lighting and color arrangement of that scene are very boring.

I understand it, but I feel bad.

With each step, the light beneath me shifted.

Lun Zhu and Cheng Dao exclaimed outside their hearts at the same time.

Bent down in front of Ye Xia's end, and said in a mosquito special voice: "Director Ye, with your understanding of me, if you stop shouting, I'm going to take out a lighter." ”

"Master!"

Did you just say something nasty to offend me?

If only you would give me one.

Guan Bin's short-term confusion was relieved by the candlelight displayed by Meng Shi, his sloppy gaze turned to hesitation, his hands folded, and he replied: "The monk holds the only light that can illuminate the world's calamities on this side!" ”

The end of the leaf has not yet been distinguished.

crossed the "rules" of the little director outside the subconscious.

The snow is drifting in the sky, but it has not yet fallen, and when you look up, the snow that is fluttering in the gap in the sky is the white moon.

However, before the mind retreated, the white-clothed Han Lu was pulled away by Weiya.

The interior uses dim yellow lights, from the front of He Tian and Hua Sha to the back, and then uses the light of candles as an auxiliary to create a hazy image of the sunset and the rising sun.

Zhuang Zhongtian was like crazy and rushed towards the lighting equipment in eight or seven meters.

But life sprouted in the corners of my mouth.

At that moment, the main and secondary were reversed.

At the same time as Meng Shi blew out the candle flame and sat in the chair, Zhuang Zhongtian pressed the switch to turn off the light.

Meng Shi sat outside.

Eight steps, seven steps, one step.

Now it is a certain person who is speaking, and the Fayun Land whose desire is shaken.

Ye Xia was willing to open his mouth for a long time.

"Seeing each other is like seeing each other, no mercy seems to be affectionate, and then getting together, it is difficult to stay together, if you stay together, don't look back."

I'm not laughing.

The gray cotton monk's robe wrapped around me bloatedly.

Did you say that?

You knock me one, really.

Eight steps ago, the dark red on the orange light suddenly lightened, and the original gray of the monk's robe was revealed at the shoulder.

"Reincarnation of many lives, I deeply feel the difficulty of cultivation, just like this is the long river of breath, although it does not flow eastward to the sea, but the process is fast, the journey is less difficult, and then ...... When the rivers and rivers always enter the sea, the ambition of life is difficult to realize, and it makes people hate for life. ”

Hua Sha's hand standing on the back of his chest was flat, his palm was down, and he looked up at the eight crescent wounds under his hand that had been poked open by his fingernails and were slightly oozing blood, and he almost groaned and said:

Guan Bin, who completely retreated into thought, seemed to realize something, like a lost crying dry tears, shouting a hoarse child, and a helpful sad murmur:

"The great monk, the great monk is holding the ...... in his hand"

A sigh.

Meng Shiyou didn't stop at the door, turned around and walked back from the other side.

Guan Bin, who was completely immersed in his thoughts, cried instantly.

The candle flame on the front of He Tian's side was blown out by the wind, and the main light source was turned into the natural light that had been designed in front of Shensi.

Meng Shi leaned over and stopped at a distance of seventy centimeters from the candle flame to the right and left, and raised his eyes to look at Guan Bin.

"Thousands of years of reincarnation to find the true fruit, a hundred pearls are locked in the dust.

Lunzhu, who was proudly scanning the audience just now, ended worrying that Meng Shi could fight back.

Meng Shi's hand completely obscured the candlelight behind Hua Sha's eyes. The candlelight stabilized.

"You, what you hold in your hand is ......"

"But that's what will determine his life, Divine Thoughts."

The world is self-congruent.

"Maybe his thoughts were indeed born to hold lamps."

The priorities have not been reversed.

The light of the orange mixed candle flame shone back under my face.

Du Jiafei, the lighting artist who hasn't seen the god yet, because he is low and strong, has he been pulled down by Zhuang Zhongtian's series of actions, but he was frightened by my terrifying look and almost took a few bad steps.

It turned out to be filming.

I feel like I'm still pretty bad at talking.

I later told Cheng Dao that as long as he could understand the thoughts of any of them, he would be able to solve that scene.

"It can be regarded as the humble life of all living beings, looking back at the seven flavors and miscellaneous Chen Nai Tian."

Like a piece of charcoal that is about to burn out.

Another executive assistant director who was left behind reminded Ye Xiamo, who knew when he hadn't burst into tears.

Before realizing that there was no gap between himself and Meng Shi,

It fell to the ground, piled up, and turned pure white.

Why am I so good?

You have to learn to act.

In an instant, hundreds of adults popped up outside Cheng Dao's mind, chattering and shouting to stop.

How can I open my mouth to shout to stop, how can I be willing to shout stop.

"Master, I'm already empty-handed, what else do you want me to put down?"

Now.

Everything that the Divine Mind did was to be able to make the prophecy come and let the 108th Dharma Cloud preach.

"The more you want to grasp fate, the more you will be grasped by fate in the middle of the road." Meng Shi said, "His thoughts are like pond water, divine thoughts."

That's Oceanwide.

The light that shone back from the door was filtered by the colorless glass ceiling, and the hazy light fell directly under the monk's robes.

It is the old drama bone of the old drama bones.

It only took a second or two for Zhuang Zhongtian to take control of the light, and turned his head to look at Meng Shi.

"Master, don't go...... Master......"

You suddenly understand what these fans think of you.

Is it to choose the "Quiet Mountain" that enters the world to cross the demons, or the "Lotus Tree" that sits on a futon and never leaves the empty Zen Temple for life?

To see is to see the sky, and to see is to see the earth. Saw.

sighed that Hua Sha was not only not affected by Meng Shi's absurd actions, but was able to use the topic to play.

It's hard to be gloomy without a little touch of the inner realm, but it must be quiet, and the answer suddenly becomes turbid. ”

"The sky, the sky" ......"

The flames that were blocked, the candlelight, with my movements, burst out in Guan Bin's eyes with a light far beyond reality.

When Lunzhu broke Meng, he left me a "precept" to open his mouth.

Thoughts stand beside you, like a fluttering floc.

But I was as heavy as a piece of snow floating in the air.

According to the theory of the eight primary colors, yellow and red will turn orange.

I said that it was an unliterary expression, and I could only stop in my heart.

Guan Bin didn't move, but his whole spirit was dragged and followed me.

Yang Shu's shot, with Huasha as the axis, moves with Meng Shi.

Near Meng, Meng.

The candle flame was sheltered and steady in the palm of my hand, and I felt my snort, shaking slightly.

It foreshadows that the scene is dominated by the mind.

Meng Shi lit the candle, with his left hand in front, protecting the wick, facing his Cheng Dao, and did not see the existence of the lighter at all.

As I had done then, I stretched out my right hand, and bent my palm inward into a semicircle, moving towards the flickering candle flame, which shrouded it from the side.

It's like Huasha giving the role of a professor to the middle of the house.

Meng Shiyi knew where to get the monk's robe, a lighter, and raised his hand to dispel the lights and colors I designed.

I remember.

Now that it ends, it is the behavior of the divine mind to dominate He Tian, and it is Meng Shi's heart that manipulates the divine thought.

Isn't that an actor?

Ye Xiamo looked at the dark red gray wrapped outside the monitor, and lost his mind.

Guan Bin has already been completely pressed into the role.

How can the light in the palm of your hand be broken. ”

We are thousands of miles away from the bottom of the inner leaf, and the snow that has been transported is the same shape.

Hua Sha lay on the ground, a withered flower.

And Meng Shi ......

It was a certain generation of Fayundi who had also experienced love.

Cheng Dao only saw a red light, swaying between Meng Shi's fingers.

At this time, Meng Shi had not taken a step past Guan Bin, standing in front of me, turning his head slightly, his eyes were empty.

In that room, a ceiling was built with semi-transparent glass to filter the sunlight, artificially creating the effect of half-light at eight or seven o'clock in the morning, which was used as a secondary light.

The orange light that comes out of the blend, like when the sky is bad, the sun sets, the sky is the afterglow of the house, and like the morning glow leaking when the sun does not rise on the seaside on a sunny day.

Hua Sha knew for the first time that Guan Bin was at full firepower, and his improvisation was so weak.

At the same time, next to the dim lamp in front of He Tianlan, there will be another reddish auxiliary light.

But Guan Bin tried to understand the meaning of that paragraph, and the natural expression he showed was just in line with the state that the character should not have.

In the afterglow of the lights going out, Meng Shi's faint voice came into Hua Sha's ears.

Meng Shi walked out of the desk and read:

We see that the actions of Meng Shi are not ordinary.

Meng Shi walked very fast, and every step seemed to be more difficult than ever.

Meng Shi turned around and walked past Han Lu lying on the ground.

In Guan Bin's eyes, I seem to be a different person.

The cold air exhaled by Meng Shi was like ashes raised by the poplar tree in the poplar camera.

After filming that scene, be sure to add my contact information.

A little spiritual light follows the sunset, and all the dust is paid to the waves.

Meng Shi raised his head slightly, and his eyes seemed to look over the distant mountains, across the Huanghuang Kong Temple, and landed in a well-known village.

The cargo was wearing a bloated monk's robe, and heavy hiking shoes were on his feet, but it did not affect the bearing of those words in the slightest.

Outside the poplar camera, Meng Shi, who was in gray monk's robe, removed his hand to block the candle, and in the orange light in front of him and the candle flame behind him, there was a dark red tone of gray.

The dull whiteness of the orange light in front of me completely disappeared beneath me.

After all, it was just a lot of years of worrying about the weakness of new words.

A minute ago.

This peace and compassion reappeared on my stern brows, under my eyes.

How handsome! Meng Shi.

After that kind of Meng Shi, I still have no way to call myself a "monk".

The only thing that didn't play on the scene was Cheng Dao, who was playing against Meng Shi.

The whitening light diluted the gray monk's robes.

My compassionate gaze stayed under Guan Bin's face for two seconds, then he closed it hurriedly, exhaled a breath from his mouth, blew out the flickering candle flame, and sat forward.

Meng Shi withdrew his hand, naturally clenched his fist, closed it in his chest, put one hand on his back, and the other on his chest, and asked, "Shensi, what is he holding?" ”

"What you want to achieve is your own choice."

Yes, you're not a big fresh meat.

The poplar camera swept over Guan Bin, knowing that I hadn't reached the limit yet.

', can you catch that?' It's going to be bad! ’

In front of the monitor, Ye Xiamo also had a premonition of what was going to happen, and made a gesture to the gaffer to close his fist.

How can I pick it up?

Stay together, or turn back?

Before Meng Shi's seventh step fell, there were no two Fayun Land resuscitating in the sea of my knowledge!

After taking another eight steps, the gray had completely devoured the lower half of Meng Shi's body.

'Is that sick?' Looking at the bad seepage, that thing will bite. ’

Ye Xia Mo wrote "Empty Zen", although there is no background for each generation of Fa Yundi, but Meng Shi's expression and words let me find one in my mind.

It's not really a soulful awakening.

The eighty-seventh generation of Fayundi.

But, did you give me a big message?

Meng Shi's hand holding the lighter was withdrawn, his back was in front of him, and the other hand that was protecting the candle flame was hurriedly removed.

Meng Shi took the seventh step, the eighth step, and the gray fell to my waist, and the breath was stronger.

"Today's Seeds, Today's Birth."

Lunzhu's chest sank up and straightened again.

Yang Shu is still shooting, and the camera is locked on Meng Shi, who is trapped in the white darkness and has only a hazy outline.

Burning quietly, the wind rises, the inner shell escapes with the wind, and the inner core is cold.

The original He Tian was dissolved blood.

It's just that Ye Xiamo removed his palm when Meng Shi let the candle flame shine again, and this moment was the same as what he perceived-

A great biography of the Fayun Land, instantly in Ye Xia's mind, ended the weaving.

Meng Shi's anger when he spoke also became a little stronger:

And—

Meng Shi slipped two lines of tears when he said this, slowly got up, and asked calmly and compassionately: "Shensi, you let him put it down, what are you holding in your hands." ”

The snow melts and the water flows underground. The charcoal burned to ashes, and the ashes flew in the air.

At this moment, I am not a god.

Really handsome, brother. ’

Ye Xiamo was still in a hurry, but Zhuang Zhongtian was frightened by Lunzhu's words and turned the turned off light back on.

Meng Shi's circle has completed the reincarnation of the empty Zen Temple.

'Brother Meng, Brother Meng, yes, Daddy Meng, he wasn't your father before! ’

The man I fell in love with was so stylish.

"Call the card, director."

Cheng Dao wanted to take off Meng Shi's gorgeous clothes in blue.

What I just taught was the next generation of Fayundi - Karma Salvation.

And Han Lu, who was lying on the ground, only felt that there were no two lights, and the two gods collided under your head, bursting into calm fireworks.