"Hey, hey, which of your crews is from?"

The field staff of the crew of "Fairy Sword" saw a group of elderly people wearing "costumes" and walking towards them with "violent" momentum.

Hurriedly spoke out to stop it.

"Yes, you guys! Which crew's? ”

Next to another field service:

"Wait, what if the director finds it? Besides, it's a group of old people, respect the old and love the young, do you understand, don't be so loud. ”

"But we don't have much religious drama!"

"Who wants to play the six major factions to besiege the Guangming Peak?"

Several old men did not look very good:

"Ladies and gentlemen, Poor Dao and your colleagues are here to subdue demons and eliminate demons."

The field manager smiled:

"Yo, the master acted very heartily. But we are the crew of "Sword and Fairy", not the crew of zombie films, you are really wrong. You're a lot old, and you're all special actors, right? Go find your crew. ”

All present were old men and old ladies who were nearly 100 years old.

It's either a retreat or a retreat, where do you know so many things.

So, for a while, you have to break through.

There are regulations in the bureau: it is necessary to put people first, maintain the safety of people's lives and property, and build a safe society without demons.

So they can't do it to ordinary people.

But everyone is a monk, and they are not afraid of this at all.

They can live so long, and their bodies are very powerful.

A few young field attendants were stupid.

It looks like they are all thin old men and old ladies.

After hitting it, the strength was like that of a cow.

Their young lads in their twenties were knocked straight away.

"Master, why are you here?"

A few little Taoist priests who were staring at Song Heqing before, when they saw the old Taoist, hurriedly greeted them.

When I didn't see the Master, I asked:

"By the way, Master?"

"He's sick, and it's not going to make a difference if he's coming."

"Don't talk nonsense, boy, where is that youkai?"

Xiaodao pointed to Song Heqing, who was filming.

Song Heqing naturally noticed them, but because of his professional ethics, he still filmed with peace of mind.

However, due to the appearance of this group of people, they suddenly broke into the camera, and this article was scrapped.

Director Chen was furious:

"Where did the people come from? You ruined what you could have just passed, TMD. ”

The old way strokes the beard:

"Poor roads are a special security ...... the country"

"You're big! Hurry up and let Lao Tzu go. Also, how did you guys put the idlers in. ”

Several of the field attendants were very sad, mainly physically sad and their shoulders hurt.

They were very aggrieved.

Song Heqing walked over:

"Director, they're coming for me, let me tell them."

Director Chen glanced at him and said angrily, "Your friend? Hurry up and deal with it, huh. ”

"I'm sorry."

After Song Heqing apologized, he walked towards the group.

If he advances a little, these people retreat a little.

A little forward, a little back.

He was a little amused: "What are you retreating?" ”

Lao Tao said:

"Why don't we go somewhere quieter."

"Okay."

"You come with us."

As soon as Song Heqing stepped to follow, Director Chen stopped him:

"Come back quickly, don't delay filming."

"Okay."

A few people came to a secluded place, this is a bamboo forest, and not many people usually come.

"What are you looking for me?"

Song Heqing's face was full of innocence.

It made several old people seem to think that they were mistaken.

"Ahem, Poor Dao just has some gifts, specially brought to you."

"We have no relatives and no reason, why do you want to give me gifts?"

Old Ni Stubble:

"Because we're your fans!"

Song Heqing: "I didn't expect you to chase stars at such an old age." ”

"Well, what gift?"

Lao Dao took out a bronze mirror: "This is it." ”

Song Heqing could see at a glance that it was actually a demon mirror.

It's only been a few hundred years.

He took it directly and took a picture of his face:

"Yes, old man, your bronze mirror is very carefully polished, very bright, and even the number of eyebrows is clear, thank you."

The old monk on the side whispered suspiciously:

"No, this is your sect's inheritance magic weapon, why is he okay? Could it be that I haven't wiped it for too long? ”

Lao Tao couldn't believe it: "Impossible, absolutely impossible." ”

Song Heqing accepted the mirror and continued to look at them innocently:

"What's the matter, is there anything else?"

He pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "Oh! You're going to sign it, but I don't have a pen with me today. ”

Lao Nun stepped forward and took out a wooden fish, the black wooden fish was engraved with dense golden Sanskrit.

"And the gift of the poor nun."

Song Heqing took the wooden fish:

"Wow, it's so beautiful, and it still has a flash, knock it out, and the merit has to be multiplied by two."

The old nun stared at his expression, and there was nothing wrong, but the Sanskrit on the wooden fish did shine.

Could it be that this demon-slaying wooden fish hasn't been knocked for too long, so it's useless? No way, Master wouldn't lie to her.

Song Heqing accepted the "fan gift" again.

9527: "What are you going to do here?" ”

"Hehe, don't be in vain."

The old monk on the side couldn't stand it:

"Get out of the way, you two are useless, I'm useful."

After speaking, he took out a string of amethyst Buddha beads.

Song Heqing could feel the dazzling Buddha light above.

"This one is prettier, is it for me too?"

"Amitabha, monks don't fight ......"

Without waiting for him to finish, Song Heqing tied this string of amethyst Buddha beads to his left wrist in two circles.

Several of them stared at his hands.

Still no reaction, still fair and smooth.

The old monks all stammered: "I am a Buddha...... Mercy. ”

The treasure of the temple, the treasure of the Buddha left by the great Zen master Fahai!

It's just a giveaway.

Song Heqing noticed that in the crowd, an old lady dressed in ethnic minority costumes hid herself behind without a trace.

At last, the old priest stood up, and he looked proud:

"I've said it all, none of you are working, now is God's time."

So he gave a small cross and a bottle of holy water.

At first glance, this gift was relatively shabby, but after getting it, Song Heqing found that the cross was actually made of gold, which was very heavy, and it was also inlaid with diamonds and gemstones.

The bottle of holy water is also made of crystal.

And then......

Then Song Heqing had two more treasures.

Seeing this, the priest drew a cross on his chest:

"My God, this ......"

"Anything else? Leave without me. ”

"Wait a minute, there's a gift!"

The four who lost their gifts looked at the two masters of the ethnic minority behind them with tiger-wolf eyes.

As if to say: ours are all in there, what about yours?

Shaman and Wu had no choice but to hand over the magic weapon they had brought with them.

So, Song Heqing got a magic flag and a black knife again.

Loaded on.

As he left, he listened to all the words of the group:

"What's going on, why are so many magic weapons useless?"

"Is he really a demon? Are we mistaken? ”

"That's right, how can there be nothing at all, ordinary monsters are probably gone to ashes."

"But the magic weapon obviously has a weak reaction."

"Don't argue, let's go back and talk about it, let the bureau find a relationship, and get the magic weapon back first." Remember, don't let too many people know. ”

After all, they are too old to afford to lose face.

After overhearing their words, Song Heqing smiled, he didn't need this thing at all.

To him, these magic weapons did not hurt much, especially when they still fell into the hands of these half-hangers.

Let's finish filming first.

However, the system soon gave him important news:

"I found the breath of the little princess of the merman."