Chapter 19:

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If it were not Liu Dao and Xiao Yang who could not possibly know their own experience, Lan He had to suspect that they had joined together to spoof themselves.
Hu Seventy-nine girl? Everyone else’s house is an old man, Sanxiangu, your family will be ranked 79, is this Hujia Hukou particularly prosperous? The most important thing is, does the seventy-nine girl have a relationship with the big girl Hu he knows?
If there is a relationship, and if the relationship is not bad, Lan He thinks he can say a few words.
And because of Liu's popular science, Lan He seemed to understand it. Before that, Miss Hu always said that if she wanted to live in his house, would she just want him to worship himself in this form, Dingxian!
But because his current settings are upright, he continued to pretend to be dumb and watch the follow-up.
Liu knows that Lan He knows a big girl. He has some knowledge of the four gates, and he is a bit difficult at the moment.
It is said that the relationship between Humen and Bixia Yuanjun is closer than the other three gates-it is rumored that the world’s fox clan practice must go to the Taishan empress to assess. I don’t know if it is because of this, they are ranked in the four gates. First.
The Xianjia ranks are in order. If the Humen ranks first in accordance with the door, the second is the Huangmen. Huhuang does not separate from the rest of the world. The two cultivation paths are similar. The third is the white door, the last is the Liu door.
If you want to follow your skill level, since all four gates submit to Bixia Yuanjun’s gate, the highest level can naturally be practiced on Jinding Miaogan Mountain, and the second level is the other five roofs. of. The third level is other temples with four main incense altars. The fourth level is the altar built by the disciples. At the end, it is the family immortal enshrined in the family.
The little girl of Hu 79, who Xiao Yang said, seems to be top-notch, whether it's the door or the skill, which sounds a little tricky.
But Liu Jiuyang is also facing the difficulties in order to shoot, otherwise what will happen to his lost time and cost, how wronged he is, he has to finish the filming, "You... you wait, I will ask someone to ask."
Chen Xingyang muttered: "I don't understand this well, but isn't Bixia Yuanjun the daughter of Dongyue Great Emperor, why not go to Dongyue Temple and ask the priest, that's not to kill this girl of Hu seventy-nine...Hey, her name is real Long enough!"
Liu alcohol Yang: "............"
There are many temples in Beijing, and it is said that a big bell was hit in Juehui Temple, borrowing ingots in the Temple of Wealth, seeing fire judgment in Chenghuang Temple, crossing the golden beans in Dongyue Temple, Dongyue Temple is also famous.
But, many things can’t be seen like this, not all masters are effective, and everyone has a different emphasis on receiving believers-especially in Beijing, because there are so many people in the capital, everyone’s functions can’t be more detailed than the first child and the second child. separate.
Liuxianyang's connections are still okay, and he was stimulated again. He made several calls and sent a car: Shangjuehui Temple to pick up the monk!
Xiao Yang was also pitiful, even looking forward to it. He also offended Jiaxian, and he also hoped to help him to plead for help. He incense to Lord God of Wealth, and Lord God of Wealth did not bother him.
As soon as Juehui Temple came, the rest of the crew didn't know something, so they should have guessed it. This is the famous place of prayer in Jingli, and the famous master is invited, the name of which is Siming.
The abbot of Juehui Temple did not move out of the mountain a long time ago, and his most outstanding disciple, Sikong, was also a supervising temple, and his affairs were busy. In addition to the two of them, Siming is also the most famous monk. It is rare to be able to invite him.
Liu Chunyang also spent a lot of effort-he called Song Qiyun. There are not many people who know one thing, that is, Song Qiyun and the monks in Juehui Temple have a great relationship.
Liu Chunyang and Song Qiyun are not particularly iron, but they have been in the circle for so many years. They have face here and have many common friends. Song Qiyun heard that he was indeed in trouble, so he came forward and asked Siming to help.
Master Siming was only middle-aged, with thick eyebrows and a tall man, with a stick in his hand and a northern accent.
Cheng Haidong couldn't help but whisper and Lan Hedao: "Like a monk."
Worthy of being friends and family, Tucao is like him. Lan He thought, this stick is still passed down from the master's door, and it comes with it. I am afraid that if it is not a word, it will be beaten by Hu Xian.
Since there are professionals who are at peace and Lan He thinks, then he will temporarily stop working. Both Yin and Yang circles recognized the wisdom experience of Juehui Temple, and the immovable mage he saw last time was also very good. It is estimated that he did not need to do much.
After discussing with Liu Mingyang and Master Siming, he would do the magic and stay here for a few days. It is best to let Hu Xian get angry, but it can stop these few days, and it does not need to happen to affect the shooting. Anyway, the scene here is really almost finished, and persistence is victory.
Of course, please don’t make a sound when filming, as it will affect the radio...
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In the evening, the crew did not stay up late, and hurried to close work at ten o'clock. Liu Yanyang asked everyone to stay in the room, not to hear any voices-everyone was crowded in other yards. Several courtyards occupied by Hu Xian, from the shooting site to the accommodation, are vacant.
Everyone was not nervous. It was not the first time Liu Liuyang had screamed like this. He didn't look at a pig's head and his expression was wrong.
Lan He stayed in the room reading a book, Cheng Haidong leaned his head against the window and listened to the movement from the next door. It was the Master who was thinking about the matter, and Lan He could still smell the incense candle. "This is strange, you Can the monk do it? I don’t think the teacher has any magic tools."
Lan He: "Don't he take a stick?"
"Brother, you are so calm." Cheng Haidong gave him a thumbs-up, envious of this kind of righteous person, but he was worried about himself, "Hell, that stick looks like a rolling pin, it is ordinary wood. I heard that it must be made of peach wood, so that you can draw down monsters in order to subdue them."
Lan He: "I'm thinking about it... who is the one to stick to, and who shouldn't give in? It doesn't have to be Taomu."
Cheng Haidong: "..."
Cheng Haidong: "What do you know!!! I have nothing to say to you like you who are not superstitious!!!"
Lan He was speechless. This tone made me the same superstitious person.
Liu alcohol Yang said, let everyone go to bed early, and they didn't have vernacular for a long time, they lay down to sleep.
At about twelve o'clock, Lan He was awakened by the movement outside the house. He opened his eyes and found that Cheng Haidong was awake early, and he was listening against the window again, looking at him, a little frightened. "I seem to listen It’s Liu Dao’s voice.

"What?" Lan He also heard it, and there was indeed Liu Liuyang's voice outside, screaming and screaming something, "My day, day, stay away from Laozi, come soon!"
"The yard next door." Cheng Haidong's voice drifted a little, "He didn't let us go out, why did he go out by himself, what to do, Lan He, let's go out to save the director?"
Lan He hadn't spoken yet. The WeChat of both of them shook their phones at the same time and clicked to see that someone in the crew was speaking.
Liu Chunyang: Shit, I didn’t go out! Don't go out everyone! ! ! ! !
Lan He: "..."
Cheng Haidong shivered and shouted, "I rely on..."
Liu Dao didn't go out, who was scolding the street outside?
"Oh, I'm so scared." Cheng Haidong leaned on Lan He. Except for the two of them, everyone else slept soundly-they were very tired during the day, and they were not as burdensome as their psychological burden. It was already 12 o'clock. But he fell asleep.
Lan He hesitated nonsense: "Could someone pick up Liu Dao's mobile phone, or Liu Dao fell into the illusion again, sleepwalking?"
Cheng Haidong: "Woo, you are very good, you say a few words, I am afraid."
Lan He: "..."
Cheng Haidong retracted the blanket and blocked his ears: "Amitabha, the monk cheer, I'm going to sleep now."
Lan He was about to lie down, and heard someone shouting outside, "What is one word? What are two words? What are three words? What are four words?"
The voice was a bit strange, and it took a while for Lan He to realize that it should be the voice of Master Siming.
"What is he talking about..." Cheng Haidong was confused, and soon he was determined that he might be reading the scripture, don't care, sleep alone, and strictly fulfill the director's words.
Lan He lay in bed for a minute, but felt a little wrong, which was too fierce, and he remembered that there was a faint smell of incense sticks before, but now it is gone.
Did the monk of Juehui Temple also fall off the chain? Lan He was incredible, simply closed his eyes, the soul was away from the body, intending to take a look.
Cheng Haidong was still trembling, looking at the ceiling: "Yes, I can't sleep, what about you?"
Turning his head again, Lan He had slept to his back with no movement, and Cheng Haidong, the son of the natural selection, shed tears of envy.
...
Lan He prepared something, buckled up the mask and went out, floated over the wall to the next yard, and suddenly saw Liu Dao lying on the ground. It was already boring. The vest was picked up and his belly was exposed.
...That voice was Liu Dao just now? Who sent that WeChat?
Master Siming sat on the side of the table with Erlang's legs tilted. The facial features were twisted somehow, his eyes dangled, and his mouth was sharp.
He turned to see Lan He, thought he was passing by, and ignored it. He only patted his thighs and stretched his tone and asked himself: "One word, called monk, two words are monks, three words are ghosts. Music Officer, four words, hungry ghost in color!!"
Lan He: "..."
I want to know that this must not be the master mage himself, otherwise how could the fox head and fox face scold the monk.
Lan He held something in his hand and stepped forward to ask politely, "Is it the girl of Hu 79?"
"Siming Master" squinted at him, "It's Ben Xiangu, what's the matter with you?"
Lan He bowed his hand, "Dr. Dongyue Yin Si Xiaolai, I have some friendship with the monk of Juehui Temple. I would like to ask the 79 girl to raise your hand high and let him go."
Hu Xian pressed this flesh, but spit on the ground, patting the top of his light head, "Tell me to let him go? Do you know how he is arrogant on my site, and looks fierce? Say, say it well, suddenly shouted, and wanted to knock me with a stick-I yell, it is really not bald or poisonous, not poisonous or bald, dead bald I don’t know what to do!"
The more she said, the more squeaky the voice was, and in the end it was completely unlike the voice of Master Siming.
Lan He: "..."
The seventy-nine girl really scolded...
But at this point he had to say something for Siming, and misunderstood the Master. People estimated that he just wanted to have a good drink of Hu Xian. Unfortunately, this Hu Xian didn't meditate, and he didn't have any consciousness at all.
Hu Seventy-nine was full of scolding, squinting Lan He said: "You'd better not worry about business, otherwise don't blame Xiangu for not giving face."
It seems that the impermanent face is not enough here in Hu Xian, Lan He had to test it and said: "My girl Hu and I are also familiar with each other, I don't know if I can look at her face..."
Hu Xian looked at Lan He right now: "Are you older than the elder girl?" She and the elder girl are of the same ancestry, both in Beijing, and the three generations above are a family. some. The eldest girl grew up with the word "tian" on her stomach, and later sent her to the mistress at Miaogan Mountain, more than they had.
Lan He looked at her, and her heart was almost bottomed out. When she talked about the eldest girl, her tone was still relatively respected, then it was not a close relative, but also a senior of her family. Also, haven't both stayed in Miaogan Mountain?
Lan He nodded. "Yes, Master Siming may have been improperly worded. In fact... they are very honest and want to please you. This was an accident. Xiao Yang didn't say that the house had a family fairy."
Hu Seventy-nine jumped off the table and walked over, said: "Well, I know, I also endured, seeing that the surnamed Liu's stomach hurts, but also kindly rubbed his stomach for him, who knows he scolded me instead. I don’t want to move, I want to continue to live. There is this Yang family.
Immortals have different skills. Most immortals are for blessing the safety of their homes and making a fortune, while altar immortals have more functions, such as curing diseases and exorcizing evil. Hu 79 is different from ordinary family immortals, so she is actually good at curing diseases. Previously, Liuxianyang was an acute gastroenteritis. She looked at it and kneaded her belly.
Lan He listened attentively, only to see her approaching, she suddenly stretched out her hand, exposing pointed nails, and pulled it towards Lan He!
Lan He was frightened and flew back quickly, hiding away, leaving only a mouthful on his uniform, "What are you doing?"
Hu Seventy-nine said coldly: "You are impermanent, you are used to bragging, and dare to say that you are familiar with the eldest girl. No matter who you are, our Hu family's rules, want to talk to me, you must have this qualification!"
She raised her hand and showed Lan He the long nails, with some boast.
Lan He didn't know that their four-door style was like this. Before, she had a good relationship with Girl Hu. He didn’t know that the Four Gates said they were "Xianjia", and they also practiced Taoism, but people and gods have the same personality, and their personalities are different. Many Huxian geniuses are also somewhat evil. Then some of the Four Gates Xianjia also specialize in nonsense. .
Fortunately, Lan He was also prepared, seeing the nails burned directly in the back, and extended his hand. The left fingernail was long and sharp, with a cold cold light, flashing the eyes of the seventy-nine girl.
Hu seventy-nine stunned: "You!"
Lan He: "Can't think of it, I stretch out to be longer than you."
Hu Seventy-nine: "..............."
She was a little unwilling, and wanted to challenge Lan He's ability, and reached out again.
But Lan He was already angry. Being the eldest girl's ability, the 79th girl was so slow in his eyes that she grabbed the 79th girl's wrist as soon as she reached her hand and told her to break free. No, it was easy to imprison her.
Lan He took out a piece of paper-wrapped rope in her other hand and tied it to her wrist. This was the paper borrowed from the police officer Wang. With positive air in her face, girl Hu Qijujue immediately screamed, her figure flicked, He jumped out of Master Siming and shouted, "Give up! Giving up!"
I saw that she was originally a woman of seventeen or eighteen, wearing a big red horse-faced skirt embroidered with stars and sun, and her hanging eyes are somewhat similar to those of a big girl, but the facial features are more gorgeous. The police officer made papers that she couldn't stand too much, and the Yangjian officials had a certain restraint on the shadows.
She jumped on the spot like a fire and was so painful that she was sitting on the belly of Liuxianyang and whimpered. She could not live up to the fierceness just now, and even the fierce facial features softened a bit.
Liu Chunyang snorted twice, and was speechless, but closed his eyes and frowned. It was estimated to be another nightmare. This time, it might be a hairy buttocks.
Lan He: "You get up first..."
Now it looks like he is bullying the little girl.
But it was probably very painful, Hu Qiji couldn't stop crying.
Lan He was helpless. Seeing that there was a roast chicken bought by Liuxianyang on the table, he simply walked over and tore off half of it and ate it. "Actually, I really wanted to talk to you about this matter..."
Hu seventy-nine was stunned, he didn't listen to his words, only to see his roasted chicken was torn in half, and suddenly cried louder.
Generally speaking, she cried so much, everyone gave some face. But this old man was very cold, eating very fast, and even stretched out one hand to the other half, "We talk while eating."
Or he eats, Hu Xian looked at and chatted.
Hu 79 was almost crying, and immediately rushed forward, disgraced and said: "I, let's talk!"
The old man has not let the roast chicken go, "Oh, that talk."
Hu seventy-nine two white and tender hands wiped their tears, stubbornly said: "Our fairy family has a trick, speak based on our ability, and lose whatever the reason. I serve you impermanence, what you want me to do, just say it. Whatever comes to me, don’t charge my chicken..."
"Huh? I'm sorry." Lan He finally reluctantly ate a chicken leg before reassuringly sitting down. "I heard that the crew is still a few days away from completion. They didn't know that there was a fairy family here. They were willing to apologize. You can also talk about it. After all, you were bothered. See if you can seek common ground while reserving differences."
Hu Qijuan pouted with tears, and his tone was very tough. "Okay, then I am open and honest. In fact, I have already decided to leave Yang's house and go back to the mountain to practice. It's also not quite flat recently. Looking at you, I also put the monk A horse with the director, who is only called the crew, took my card away from the Yang family, respectfully and respectfully sent me a ride, and I will leave without harassment."
To put it bluntly, Hu Qiujue did not make trouble with moths, and Lan He asked again: "Do you need any incense?"
Hu seventy-nine one raised his head: "If you lose to you, you don't want anything!"
Lan He took a handful of incense and came out: "That's all..."
Hu seventy-nine jumped over, the head of the fox was sniffing deeply, the facial features huddled together, "True fragrance!!!"
Lan He: "..."
"I want it!!! This is still what I want, where did you get it from?" Hu Qijuu collected the incense and said to Lan He again, "Wait, I will borrow his body to do something "" She pointed to Siming's body.
Lan He also guessed, "Yes. Then after you finish, tell him directly how you need them to place your cards. I still have things here."
Hu Seventy-nine had promised, and he went back, but he didn't want to talk directly with Siming.
Hu Qijujue felt strange, and looked at his profile thoughtfully for a while. He said this impermanent behavior, why...
She didn't move, but she went to the body of Siming Master again, or in their words, called "grab seat", and talked with Siming's body. This time, she walked outside the house where Xiao Yang lived and knocked on the door.
After a long while, Xiao Yang opened the door tremblingly. Because Liu Yanyang told him not to open the door casually, he also saw the outside from the window and thought, before coming to open the door, hesitantly asked, "Mage...? What, okay?" ?"
But I saw this "Mage" lightly said: "I and your family, the original hometown, came to protect the family, it has been ten years now. But in recent years, you do not miss the cultivation blessing I usually say, but more and more Greedy, even cheated the crew to rent."
Xiao Yang realized that this was not a mage at all, but that the Xian family was talking about borrowing!
In fact, the family immortal does not show traces from time to time, and the dialogue is even less. Xiao Yang only remembers that when he was a child, he broke his leg once and cried to sleep, and there was a small hand to rub his knees in the confused room. It will be fine in a while, Grandpa Just say that is the blessing of the family fairy.
"Master" regretfully said: "I still remember that when you were a kid, you told your grandpa that when you grow up, you will be a doctor to save the sick and save those real diseases that the Xian family can't do. But now the Yang family has changed. I'm exhausted from your family, and I will leave soon!"
Xiao Yang felt a kind of uncomfortable feeling for a while. Those childish words had been heard by the family immortal, and even he himself must have forgotten, "Grandpa God, we..."
Before he had finished speaking, Hu Qijuan breathed at him, and he went back to sleep dullly.
Girl Hu Seventy-nine turned around: "That's it."
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Today.
Liu Chunyang had no idea what happened last night, what he yelled outside, he also sent WeChat... I don’t know anything, just like sleepwalking. The only thing I remembered was that my belly was a little uncomfortable in my dream, like I was pressed by something heavy.
Siming was half embarrassed. He was lost to the Hu Xian and was put on his body. But then, Hu Xian suddenly told him that there was an impermanence pleading for him, and she had promised impermanence. Therefore, as long as she said, send her away, she will not stay in the Yang family. Siming slightly passed the impermanence, bluntly knowing no old man to help, Hu Xian was willing to leave.
"It's good to take care of him," he said. Liu Liuyang had so many of him, went directly to call Xiao Yang up and asked him to ask for his Huxian brand.
Because he wanted to lie to the crew, the Hu Xian brand that was supposed to be enshrined was also taken away by Xiao Yang. He thought that last night was a dream. Unexpectedly, Hu Xian really wanted to leave. He took out the card for a while. .
It was also at this time that Xiao Yang received a call from his father and told him that he had been accidentally deceived by a fraudulent gang, and that a large sum of money was gone.
Jianxianwang family, bring luck, if you want to leave, the previous luck is naturally gone.
Xiao Yang was very angry and scolded, hurried to leave to ask for money, but one can imagine how useful it is.
Liu Yanyang looked at it coldly and said, "The people who outburst the family immortal can't keep their heart, and they can't keep their wealth. Not everyone can maintain their original heart after a good life."
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Juehui Temple
Siming was put on the body once, and his face was not very good-looking. Liu Liuyang said that he was responsible for sending the cards up the mountain. He went back to sit in the sun and regained his yang.
Song Futan was also typing in the shade of the tree, and the two met and nodded. Dou Chunting slouched on the stone bench and slept, and saw him ask: "Master, what about your stick?"
Siming sneered: "It's broken."
Dou Chunting sat up at once, "Oh, how did it break?"
It was not broken by Hu Xian. Siming hadn’t said that Song Qiyun came. He came to the temple today to see his son. He also brought some fruits. When he saw Siming, he greeted: "Siming Master, I finally saw you. Let’s eat some fruit. I heard Liuxianyang said that the matter has been resolved, and I thought you would come back in the morning, I didn’t find it...thank you!"
"Ashamed, ashamed, something went this morning!" Siming didn't take credit, only said, "It has nothing to do with me, and I don't know which teacher's blessing was entrusted. The stick was also broken by Hu Xian, but that Hu Xian She said that she was entrusted by an impermanence, and that impermanence and the people in the temple were old. It was only after looking at this face that it resolved.
Song Qiyun quickly said: "That is bothering you! I'm so embarrassed..."
Song Qiyun was talking and saw his son suddenly turned his head and asked: "Impermanence, old? Do you see that impermanence?"
Siming scratched his bald head, and then hissed. Then Hu Xian scratched his scalp and had bruises on his body, so he went to the injection of the rabies vaccine in the morning and came back, "I haven't seen it yet, I woke up When it came, impermanence was gone. Why, Fu Tan, what do you know?"
Song Futan shook his head without saying a word, but in his heart he guessed that it was Xiaolai, looking at the origin of himself and Juehui Temple, so he helped Siming with his shot... he was so kind.
Song Qiyun and Siming chatted a few more times, and Dou Chunting peeked at the screen of Song Futan. "Brother, write a new story. I read your outline. Is there something missing?"
Song Futan ignored him.
Instead, Song Qiyun turned her head, "Oh? What are you missing?"
Dou Chunting smiled, "Hey, without the emotional line, the story is very exciting, how come there is no one in love with the protagonist."
When Song Futan wrote new stories and shaped characters, he unconsciously projected Xiao Lai's shadow, and named him directly. At first, he hadn't thought so much, but he couldn't imagine what kind of person could match Xiaolai?
Later, as he and Xiaolai met more times, the characters in the pen became more and more plump, but they were reluctant to set up again. Even, some were unwilling to let Song Qiyun shoot. Otherwise, who can act as a kid?
Song Qiyun thought for a while: "It's not that every movie has to fall in love, but this little boy is really cute. It is possible to consider adding a little ambiguity. For example, what kind of sweetheart lovers, otherwise he is only beautiful..."
Song Futan coldly said: "No."
Song Qiyun went back to choking.