Place.

An old-fashioned abandoned stage at Kowloon Hill Church on Hong Kong Island, one kilometre away.

Time.

August 15, eight o'clock in the evening.

Figure.

A group of dragon and tiger martial artists wearing White Lotus Sect clothes, and a group of extras who stood outside the stage and were inexplicably pulled over and didn't know what scene to film, let alone what the crew was going to do next.

Of course......

There are also Zhou Yang and others who are confused.

"I want a feeling, you know? I need a really cool, holy feeling, a very awe-inspiring feeling, as if you're the god who came down and saved the world, you know what I mean? ”

Neurotic director Huang Jiacheng smoked a cigarette and silently talked to Zhou Yang about the drama and the results he wanted the movie to present.

“……”

Zhou Yang shook his head, staring at the raging flames on the stage, and the cold light scattered from the knife arrays on the side.

His mind went blank.

"I know you don't understand, so let's do it, I'll play you a tune, you listen to the tune, fantasize about that feeling......" Huang Jiacheng saw Zhou Yang shake his head, he was not in a hurry, but people didn't know where to move an old-fashioned record player, and then pressed the play button.

Zhou Yang heard the sound of thunder roaring, as well as the sound of fighting in the wind and rain, as the sound of the fight passed, the song sounded, but the song was full of grievances, mixed with a strange ghostly sound that seemed to be laughing but not laughing, as if it was a murmur from the underworld, and there was a chill in the ethereal, and Zhou Yang couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, like the Youling chant of the horror music "The Death of the Tryst" that he had heard......

Especially with the faint blue firelight, as well as the white-robed dragon and tiger martial artists, Zhou Yang unconsciously got goosebumps.

But Huang Jiacheng was completely obsessed with it, bending his fingers on the lid of the record player and knocking it over and over again......

When this piece was finished, Huang Jiacheng looked at Zhou Yang.

"It's this feeling, the world is unfair, the charm is rampant, the collision between the new era and the old era, the real people of Jiugong, it is on this occasion that the ......" Huang Jiacheng patted Zhou Yang's shoulder and analyzed it seriously.

"I just feel chills all over my body...... It feels like it's in the underworld. Zhou Yang was silent for a long time, only to feel more and more confused, and at the same time, the chill gradually worsened, especially when he saw the dark place of the old-fashioned stage, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him.

Then, inadvertently, his gaze fixed on the hideous idol not far away, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the idol looked like an evil ghost.

"Religion itself is as mysterious as possible, and it feels good that you can shoot the underworld, why don't you try it first?"

"Good!"

"By the way, we actually have an audience......"

"What audience?"

"Those extras are the audience, you have to use your performance to stun the jaws of these extras, and then make them kneel and kowtow......"

"How do I do it? Is there an action map? ”

"Movies are originally a very free world, you can act like this how you want, and you want any action charts, just like those people in the theater......"

"How do I go up to Knife Mountain?"

"Hanging Weiyabei ......"

"What should I do when I go up?"

"The more mysterious, the better, by the way, have you ever seen a person with epilepsy have a seizure? I want you to perform that feeling. ”

"I had a seizure when I was hanging Weiya, and then I started acting?"

"Intelligent, but you can't really epilepsy, you have to do some movements, for example, sacrifice-like movements...... At the same time, you have to read the lines in it, by the way, mine this, can you understand? ”

"Probably yes, but I'll have to think about it......"

"Okay, I'll take a close-up of the other little brothers of the White Lotus Sect first, you think about it on the side first, and when it's your turn, I'll call you later." Huang Jiacheng patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder, and then glanced at the others.

"Good!"

Zhou Yang nodded, and the original plot of "Huang Feihong Boy as a Self-improvement" when the real person of Jiugong appeared appeared in his mind.

In my impression, it seems to be very mysterious, but if I really think about it seriously, I suddenly find that I only remember a few wonderful somersaults, as well as the invulnerability scene.

Zhou Yang almost forgot about other things, and he didn't even remember much of the lines, and the script he wrote was roughly "White Lotus descends to earth, and all the people turn over", and words like "The lifeless old mother sits down the eldest disciple Jiugong Zhenren" and other words were added by Huang Jiacheng himself.

More than ten minutes later, the lights shone on the stage.

Huang Jiacheng stayed in front of the camera, watched the group of dragon and tiger warriors and group performers, threw the cigarette into the stove, and made a gesture to the two stout young men on the altar.

The blazing flame was burned very strongly, full of blazing temperature, and it felt hot from afar......

"The white lotus descends to earth, and all the people turn over!"

"Welcome to Master Nantianmen, the true person of the Nine Palaces!"

A group of dragon and tiger warriors dressed in white shouted in unison under Huang Jiacheng's instructions.

"Left Green Dragon, Right White Tiger!"

With a burst of shouting, the two stout young men on the altar exhaled deeply, and after looking at the stove, they gritted their teeth, and then, the voice almost roared.

As Huang Jiacheng's gesture fell, the two young men ran suddenly, and then turned over from the altar fiercely.

"The lifeless mother gives incense!"

"God fights and possesses, the world is invincible!"

After a few movements, he shook his hand, and then as if by magic, two bundles of incense appeared out of thin air in his hands, and they punched around the stove!

The "Tiger Fist" and the "Dragon Fist" fought vigorously by the fire.

After the beating, the incense that had not been lit miraculously ignited, and then they plunged the incense into their chests, and when they were done, they roared again, opened their mouths, and bit down the lit cigarette.

In the firelight.

Zhou Yang's throat trembled, these two people were really delicious!

Although he didn't swallow it, he put it in his throat and chewed it, and he made movements as he chewed......

Zhou Yang was stunned.

I can't help but want to applaud......

But I didn't expect that.

"The action has to be repaired again, Ma Gang, what's the matter with you, let you do a decent job, who made you move half a beat slower? It's not like that, it's like that...... And Lin Feng, what did I do with you before, I wanted that superstitious feeling, you didn't make me feel shocked, what I wanted was not to be popular, but to let you soar...... You know how it feels? ”

Huang Jiacheng split his head and covered his face and scolded the two of them.

And this one—

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know...... I think I'm going to see a show when I get in......"

"Really?"

"Really ......"

"Wonderful, you did a good somersault over there, is it magic?"

"It seems to be!"

"Hey, it's good to get closer......"

Outside the stage, the extras exchanged heads, you look at me, I look at you, I don't understand the situation, I only saw the two of them on the altar for three hours in a row, from eight o'clock to eleven o'clock in a row, until both of them collapsed on the ground and did not move, it seemed that they had not stopped.

……………………

Zhou Yang was not nervous.

However, being made by those two unlucky buddies suddenly became nervous.

Neurotic director Huang Jiacheng is very dissatisfied with the heels of those two buddies, and has been trying to use various adjectives to make those two buddies understand what they want to film.

The two buddies were stunned and didn't understand, they just turned their heads over and over again, and once they turned their heads down, they almost twisted their necks, of course, this is still secondary, every time the two buddies take a shot, they have to rinse their mouths once, and one of them seems to have a scalded mouth.

From Zhou Yang's perspective as a bystander, there is really nothing wrong with it, the momentum and atmosphere in all aspects are quite strong, and the two characters who appeared in the movie that recalled their original world seem to be not much different, no, they are more ruthless than the original world.

Zhou Yang once suspected that these two buddies had offended Huang Jiacheng somewhere, and Huang Jiacheng came specifically to rectify them.

"Forget it!"

"That's it, you guys rest first, Xiao Zhou's scene will be filmed first, and I'll cut it later......"

"Is Wia ready?"

"Ready!"

"Xiao Zhou, you go up first to get used to it, and then it will let you step on the knife mountain, rest assured, we will strictly control it, we will only bring you up, and we will not really let you get the knife, these knives are also fake......"

“……”

Zhou Yang wore clothes and a hat, and then walked up to the altar step by step and sat behind the hideous statue.

The feeling of coldness was extremely strong, and his mind suddenly went blank, and he didn't even know how he should shoot, and then he took a piece of yellow rune paper, exhaled deeply, and then looked at these knives, and the more he looked at them, the more he felt that these knives did not look like fake.

He exhaled deeply, telling himself to stop thinking about the nonsense.

He closed his eyes and recalled all sorts of movie images in his mind.

When his mind was finally calm, he opened his eyes.

"Okay?" Huang Jiacheng asked.

"Yes!"

"Good! That's ......"

"Hmmm! No, wait, can you make me think about it again? Zhou Yang shook his head, as if he had thought of something.

"Okay."

"Can I think on the altar?"

"Yes, you can go anywhere!" Huang Jiacheng pushed his glasses and nodded at Zhou Yang.

“……”

Zhou Yang closed his eyes.

Sitting cross-legged on his knees, he thought about it over and over again as he recalled his persona and the similar characters he had seen in the original world.

thought of the scene of the real person of the Nine Palaces, and then, suddenly, he thought of the scene of a singer named Hua * Yu in the original world who suddenly had an epilepsy at the concert and made a strange call, and he suddenly opened his eyes!

That feeling is coming!

He wanted to try to fit the two characters together!

"Come!"

"Okay?"

"That's it!"

"Good!"

When the light hit Zhou Yang's side, the camera slowly moved down......

Huang Jiacheng made a gesture.

With a trembling gesture, Zhou Yang suddenly took out a piece of yellow rune paper and read it out in a very excited voice.

"The lifeless old mother sat down in the Nine Palaces and set up an altar in Chaotianguan to show the power of my divine skills and carry forward the power of my teaching!"

Huang Jiacheng, who was holding a cigarette and was looking at the camera, opened his mouth when he saw Zhou Yang suddenly yelling and his whole body trembling slightly.

Subsequently......

He saw that Zhou Yang seemed to be possessed by something, and twisted his body strangely!

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