Chapter 23 Hu seventy-nine: a big loss, a big loss

The ghost didn't notice that Lan He had cracked, and continued to explain: "This show has been performed twice, the first two times were not as large, but it was very popular, surpassing the previous most popular "Curse Yama" , It is said that the actor also took a thrilling and in-depth material for the creation. You wait, there will be a lot of fast-paced scolding later, asking him to change Huangquan Road to Lai Laoye Road, which is very cool. And the living person who came to Laoye to save, In order to thank Mr. Lai, Tate burned him a lot of paper money, and a big spiritual house, I am so envious, I really want to be taken care of by living people..."

Song Futan: "..."

...is there anything else about him? Yes, he was indeed there.

But the so-called burning of paper money is absolutely not happening, it is only for food, which is purely artistic exaggeration.

Song Futan expected that Xiaolai would not drink to stop the ghosts, but thought he would recite a few words, but he just wiped the looming tears: "Baoyang is not so useful, ah, this nonsense is also included in the It's all over the place..."

Song Futan looked at him, as if he was wronged by being programmed, but he couldn't bear to say it. It was really funny, which made him feel better, "So, do you have any opinion?"

"Forget it, everyone had a good time watching it, and it's okay to joke about it." Lan He thought to himself, the first play he made when he was in school was reviewed and approved, how sad at that time, not to do this evil Ghostly.

Song Futan smiled lightly, and the two of them really finished watching the "Come to the Impermanent You Are Cursing Ghost Officials".

When the ghosts came up for the curtain call, Lan He applauded. Although he didn't know what they made of himself, his singing skills were really good, and his image was quite mighty...

Looking closely, there are still ghosts caught by Lan He. They were bathed in the applause of the ghosts, bowed again and again, and the main actor raised his voice: "Thank you for the applause, the old man throws his head with you!"

As he said that, he took off his face with a face and threw it down.

Lonely and wild ghosts watching the play competed for each other, like grabbing a bouquet of flowers. Maybe this means good luck in ghost plays?

"...!" Lan He was unprepared, even immersed in the warm atmosphere. Suddenly, his head flew up and he almost burst out swearing, but fortunately he held his breath, and his heart was beating wildly, "Let's go! This is so scary. ...you!"

Logically speaking, only Song Futan was alive in the audience.

Song Futan was also a little puzzled, but I wasn't afraid, but he still accepted Xiaolai's kindness, "Okay."

Lan He slowly calmed down, didn't reveal anything, and walked back with Song Futan.

The two sat on the steps at the side entrance of the temple and talked about trivial matters. Lan He felt that the tension of working in the crew a while ago had gradually disappeared, and the two of them were more relaxed and happy than when they were alone.

In other words, Lan He was even more presumptuous when he was impermanent because of wearing a vest.

A monk passed by here and saw Song Futan sitting alone in the dark doorway, as if he was still saying something to the no-man's place.

"No need." The door was enough for the two of them to pass side by side, but Song Futan stood up and let the monk make his debut.

The monk carefully walked sideways from the place he let out, and said, "Borrowed, borrowed."

——Just like walking past the ashes of paper money, you can go around if you can. If you can’t go around, you can borrow it, so as not to disturb the ghosts and spirits. The monk knows that Song Futan often sees ghosts. Although he can’t see it, it seems inevitable at the door. There is a ghost.

Lan He sighed that the monks in Juehui Temple are still of good quality, yes, heard that the minimum university degree is required.

"I think they are monks, so why are they so polite and respectful to you, what should you be at most, lay monk?" Lan He asked curiously.

Song Futan said: "If there is a layman who has studied Buddhism for thirty years, is it because a teenager in his teens has been ordained as a monk, he must pay homage to him, and a monk is only cultivating in a temple. That's just a fool with a shaved head."

Lan He laughed, "It makes sense, hahahaha—"

Halfway through his laughter, the small door behind him suddenly opened again, and a few monks were behind, headed by Master Fufu, as well as Sikong, Siming, and the monks who had passed by before.

Lan He stopped laughing when he saw the figure of Mage Fudo, and almost choked on his own saliva, "Cough!"

Siming said vigilantly: "What is Fu Tan doing here? We heard that you confronted the ghost at the door and even talked to the ghost."

The smile on Song Futan's face has not completely faded away.

Seeing this, Siming looked at Lan He's position again, and was a little puzzled. Neither he nor Sikong had the same physique as Song Futan. If you don't practice or special circumstances, you can't directly see the femininity. But he sensed a little stronger, and faintly felt that there was a very yin around Song Futan. However, Song Futan's appearance seemed to be very relaxed, even in a good mood.

He couldn't help but squeeze the rosary, "Why are you still laughing, it's incredible, what the hell can seduce you?"

Song Futan: "..."

The passing monk saw Song Futan like this, and ran to complain.

Fortunately, Xiaolai didn't take it to heart when he heard it, but just floated up and leaned to the side.

Mage Fudo's eyes turned on Lan He clearly.

Sikong also thought that Song Futan didn't seem to be laughing for the first time, "Senior brother, wait a minute..."

"Master." Song Futan had to introduce, "This is my friend."

Siming: "!!"

He was shocked, what does this mean, he made a ghost friend? really?

Ever since he knew Song Futan, has this kind of thing ever happened, and being harassed by ghosts is clearly Song Futan's biggest trouble since he was born, and he has been in danger of life and death countless times.

Although he couldn't see the ghost, he almost shouted, Master, what happened to the sick red lotus, which was irrigated by sewage? After more than 20 years of guarding your heart, or let the ghosts be fascinated?

As you know, Master Fudo nodded, "Yes."

"Hello, Mage." Lan He greeted embarrassedly. He and Mage Fudo met for the third time and just spoke. Moreover, the mage's eyes are so penetrating, it always reminds him of the head teacher, the stick in his hand is like a pointer, and there is no reason to be in awe.

The unmoved Master Qing Lingling's eyes looked at him, and he was almost invisible, but his attitude was quite good, and he said: "Irregularity is polite."

In this way, let alone Siming, even Sikong was a little surprised.

In this way, the person next to Song Futan is an emissary, and he has no ill will towards Song Futan, but the master's attitude towards the emissary has never been better.

Siming also thought about the events of the previous two days, and suddenly pondered in his heart, he said that none of the brothers and sisters were familiar with the Yin Cha, no, this is the "that" Yin Cha?

If so, no matter how the two became friends, at least they helped him in the face of Fu Tan.

Seeing that Lan He didn't dare to talk to himself, Master Fufu smiled and said, "Impermanence, why do you need to be polite, you are a guest when you come."

"Thank you, Master." Lan He couldn't believe it. The old monk was so fierce, but his attitude was much better than he imagined.

But when the old monk and the others came out, Lan He felt that he couldn't stay any longer, "That, Master, it's getting late, so I'll go back first."

"I'll send you." Song Futan said immediately.

Seeing the figure of Song Futan who was about to give the ghost a ride, Siming said thoughtfully: "Master looks at it differently, it seems that it is because of Futan, Aiwu Jiwu!"

Master Fufu slapped him with a stick and scolded: "When Lu Feng is a swordsman, he must present his sword. If he is not a poet, don't talk about poetry. I don't know how much better this impermanence is than you."

Siming scratched his head and hissed when he touched his scalp, "Hey, what kind of character is this impermanence? Master still likes it so much.

Song Futan gave Lan He a ride until the intersection.

"Thank you, Xiao Song." Lan He said, thinking, "Oh, by the way, where's his name?"

"You're welcome." Song Futan turned to look at him, only to think that she should say first, "My name is Song Futan."

"The sandalwood of Sandalwood? Song Futan... I remember." Lan He's heart moved slightly, by the way, he was still wearing a vest when he was there.

He actually wanted to take the initiative to tell this new friend his real name, and even he was startled. Since childhood, he has never confessed to outsiders that he can see a ghost. He never took the initiative to involve the two worlds of yin and yang, and he was always confused in wearing a vest.

Since the part-time job is impermanent, he has had this special experience, a special friend, and the only time, there is no precedent for reference.

"I'm leaving, Xiao Lai, goodbye." Song Futan didn't know what he was thinking, this time it was easier for him to separate, and he was vaguely certain that he could meet again later.

"Well... OK." Lan He was tangled in his heart, think about it again, maybe it's too abrupt to say it now. Furthermore, interacting with people is also very different from interacting with spirits like Miss Hu Qijiu, or with scumbags like Lao Bai...

But don't say, the three words Song Futan are quite nice, and when you read them out, you can really smell the faint scent of sandalwood.

When Lan He was full of disappointment, a voice suddenly sounded from below: "Why should I tell you the girl's name, so you can't avoid it. If he tells you the name, you will be happy to listen."

Lan He was startled and turned to look.

I saw a fox face emerging from the bushes, spitting out human words.

Lan He couldn't recognize his face, but he recognized the voice, and just now he thought of Hu Qijiu, who would have known that she was actually beside her, "Miss Qijiu? Why are you here..."

He was a little suspicious that Hu Qijiu was following him, how long had it been separated.

Hu Qijiu slowly limped out of the bushes, and only then did Lan He realize that she looked extremely miserable, with a piece of meat missing from her leg, half of her tail cut off, blood dripping, and her expression suddenly changed, "You What's going on here?"

"Hey..." Hu Qijiu said weakly, "I was robbed, and I met you by chance."

Lan He stretched out her hand to help her press one of the wounds, "Did you get robbed?"

"I live in Shangqiu Mountain nearby. I originally wanted to send money and food to Miaogan Mountain. By the way, I met the eldest girl to see if I could find an errand." Hu Qijiu gasped in pain and gritted his teeth. Said, "You don't know, the money and grain that we get from the four sects and altars must be settled every day and reported to the empress. The money and grain offered by the begging incense will also be burned on the 15th day of the first day, and it will go into the empress's grain depot. And then uniformly distributed to the immortals.

"I used to be a writer immortal, so I just need to send part of Yang's burning to the money and grain depot. This time I left the Yang family, and I still have unsettled accounts, so I will send it by myself. My money and grain are all posted with the name of Miaogan Mountain. , let everyone know, who knows halfway, a yellow-skinned man with a thousand knives hides his figure, but I sniffed it out, it is the Huang family! Not only did this guy boldly stole the money presented to his mother, he even wanted to dig it up I'm Neidan, if I hadn't escaped quickly..."

Huangpizi refers to yellow immortals, weasels, and among the four major gates, they are the most evil. The capital is so big, and the four immortal families know each other well. No wonder Jie Dao still hides his figure. Unfortunately, Hu Qijiu is also very skilled, and he still sees where the other party is coming from.

Besides inner alchemy, the cultivation methods of the four major sects are different. There are those who worship the moon and those who pass the test. Many of the Hu sects can make alchemy. This is the source of vitality in the body, and it is also the place of Taoism. You can imagine its importance.

Miaogan Mountain was too far away, Hu Qijiu knew that Juehui Temple was the nearest, and there was an eminent monk here, so he fled here, wanting to borrow the protection, but he was too afraid to get too close, but he didn’t want to meet Lan He—she also thought that Lan He had previously said that he had a relationship with the people from Juehui Temple, but he didn't expect to have a good relationship, so he is saying goodbye here.

Although Lan He didn't know the key points, he could see that Hu Qijiu, who was originally bright and beautiful, was beaten like this, "This robber is too ruthless, your tail is broken."

"He was injured in the legs and internal organs." Hu Qijiu stared at the tail, "I cut off the tail myself."

Lan He was startled, what would he do to cut off half of his tail, "What?"

Hu Qijiu said bitterly: "Our Hu family has a vengeance, and although I don't know his identity, I swear today that as long as I find out who he is, I will definitely take revenge!!"

Lan He took a deep breath, no wonder he said that Hu Huang is very evil, and Hu Qijiu is so fierce.

Lan He remembered her fingernails to save himself, and said, "Is that guy still with you? Otherwise, I will take you to the temple to borrow it. My friend is there and can take you in. Or, I will take you to Miaogan Mountain. ?"

Hu Qijiu turned his face to the side, and hummed, "I still owe Miaoganshan's money. If I lose like this, my tail will be cut off, and I will have no face before revenge. If there is good incense at this time, Presumably better than any false care."

Lan He: "..."

false? Does your family know? ?

Hu Qijiu glanced at him secretly, and said, "As long as I rest, I will seek revenge as soon as I recover. I don't know if I will come back. It's not worth it to die in the future."

Lan He: "...Is it so miserable? I see, I'll take you to eat incense."

He took Hu Qijiu's fingernails and saved himself once with his fingernails, so it was his turn to repay his gratitude.

Hu Qijiu was a bit exaggerated, but for these immortal families, eating and offering sacrifices is really important, and it is also necessary to exchange for this when doing meritorious deeds. The so-called gods depend on human spirits.

...

Lan He took Hu Qijiu back to his apartment, "Wait a minute, I'll look for it... I remember that I still dried the incense, I don't know if it's ready."

Fortunately, it has been dried, Lan He built a small fragrant mountain for Hu Qijiu to eat.

Hu Qijiu devoured his food and said with a puffed mouth, "Can you build me a building of the God of Wealth, just to the right of your door. It is the seat of the White Tiger. Although we Hu Xian don't like to live in the God of Wealth Building, we still need to build it. It needs to be repaired. This is to respect Hu Xian. The Yang family's God of Wealth Building was built very large. It is a brick and tile structure. Unfortunately, you didn't see it in another house. Humph, some people played a simple way, just a Broken wooden box, what do we do, dog?"

"I only left you to offer incense to heal your wounds temporarily. I didn't say that you wanted to be an immortal, and you can't be found in my house." Lan He ruthlessly shattered Hu Qijiu's fantasy about the wealthy God of Wealth Building, "and this house is not mine. , is rented by the company, and the building of the God of Fortune cannot be repaired on the right side of the door, it will block the fire escape, and there is a potential safety hazard."

Hu Qijiu: "..."

Hu Qijiu said aggrievedly: "There must be one incense burner..."

Incense is rice and elixir, and the incense burner is not just a rice bowl, but also has a more sacred meaning. You can't let her eat it with empty hands every time. Furthermore, for the immortals, the incense ash in this incense burner is called furnace medicine, which is very useful.

"I can buy an incense burner, but I can't put that in my house." Lan He has been acting for so many years, and he is very clear, "I will get you a stainless steel rice bowl, you can use it."

I thought I was going to take advantage of it, but I didn't expect that I would only get a stainless steel basin. Hu Qijiu sighed: "Oh... well."

Lan He looked down for a while, and suddenly asked, "You are a canine, right? Can you use the internal and external deworming of Fulaien?"

"??" Hu Seventy-Nine: "What's the difference between you and the person who uses the box to make the God of Fortune Tower?!"

"It doesn't make any difference," Lan He said frankly: "What else do you need, I will prepare it for you together, lest you lack something when I am not here."

"Ah? Where are you going?" Hu Qijiu said nervously, wouldn't he cut paper money and incense at home every day? Shouldn't the little transparent actor just take a long break after filming a play?

"I'm going to join the group again in a few days." Lan He said, "I'll leave this room for you to live in. I won't be back in more than a month. Don't loose hair in my house. If it does, use a robot vacuum to clean it up. , will you use it?"

"Dream Geometry" started early, and his scenes were all filmed at the back.

Hu Qijiu: "...Oh, I can use it."

Um? Lan He asked again: "My kitchen pipe seems to be blocked, can you pass it?"

Hu Qijiu: "..."

...

Turning around, Lan He was about to go to Chen Xingyu's house to make an appointment, and Hu Qijiu made a fuss to go with him, "I've seen Chen Xingyu's drama, but I haven't seen the deity yet! I'm going to see my beautiful sister!!"

Lan He: "..."

He suddenly thought of it, the eldest girl said that the empress thought Chen Xingyu was beautiful, so she would give Miaomiao to her.

Lan He showed her Miss Hu's fingernails: "Can I see the beautiful sister's fingernails?"

Hu Qijiujiu was paralyzed on the clean floor: "I only have a little wish."

Lan He was unmoved: "How old are you, you are called elder sister. You are all crippled, with only half a tail left, so don't even think about running around."

No matter what, it takes hundreds of years of cultivation to become like Hu Qijiu.

Hu Qijiu thought that he was taking advantage of him, but now he was stabbed with a knife and shed tears. She should have known from the time she robbed the roast chicken, she couldn't take advantage of this impermanence, "I beg you, if this fairy aunt doesn't come out, just hide in the matchbox to take a look at the beautiful... beautiful grandson."

Lan He reluctantly agreed.

Hu Qijiu drilled into the matchbox, and Lan He took her to Chen Xingyu's community. The environment here is very good. It is said that many people from the entertainment industry live there, and they are also more careful about the entry and exit of outsiders.

Lan He also saw free-range peacocks in the community. Even if the peacocks saw Lan He and ran away, he didn't know if he was simply afraid of strangers, or he was too spiritual, afraid of the smell of Hu Qijiu.

If there is anything bad about this, it is that the building is too hard to find, and don’t know how it was designed. pick him up.

"Come on, oops, your singing is playing in our house every day now, I must be happier to see you Miaomiao." Lao Lin hugged him, patted his shoulders, and walked home together.

Lan He smiled and asked a few words about Miao Miao's current situation. While chatting, Lao Lin saw someone, winked at Lan He, and then shouted, "Director Song, are you back?"

——Song Qiyun, director of Song, also has a house in their community. Chen Xingyang's upper part is his. Lao Lin is the common manager of Chen Xingyang and Chen Xingyu. Everyone is acquaintance.

"Oh, Xiaolin." Song Qiyun nodded, "Just got back."

"Director Song, let me introduce you, Lan He." Lao Lin pulled Lan He closer, "My brother, a very good actor, just finished filming "Chasing" directed by Liu Chunyang, the second male, you Have you heard of it? Liu Dao hand-picked it, and Xing Yang was chosen by him."

Lan He had some exposure before, but he had not yet entered Song Qiyun's field of vision. He only knew that after his play ended, Chen Xingyang went to film Liu Chunyang's male lead again. And a few days ago, the crew was still making trouble with Hu Xian, and Liu Chunyang asked him to recommend a monk.

All day long, there are people who want to recommend actors or themselves to Song Qiyun. He has seen too many and never listens to others, only trusts his own eyes. When he saw Lan He's first glance, he thought, well, he has a good temperament, and his bones are also very good, which is suitable for the screen.

And he knows Liu Chunyang's vision. If he can participate in the show, his acting skills will definitely pass the test. It's that Lao Lin is so enthusiastic, and even said that Xing Yang chose according to Lan He, making him think that the two are really related, "Really, I haven't heard of you about this brother before."

"Yes, no, Xingyu asked him to come to the house as a guest." Lao Lin said generously, "Director Song, please add a WeChat account. I will take my brother to audition for a suitable role in the future."

Lao Lin and Chen Xingyu are really grateful to Lan He, and they can see that Lan He accepted their harassment mainly for Miao Miao, so when they saw Song Qiyun, they hurriedly introduced them to Lan He.

"Haha, it's done." Song Qiyun added it indifferently. It looked good anyway. I still give this face to one, and whether it will be used in the future is another matter.

"Thank you Director Song." Lan He smiled politely.

Only then did Song Qiyun realize that when he smiled, there were pear eddies at the corners of his mouth. It is said that a boy with pear eddies on his cheeks is a sign of intelligence. He doesn't know whether Lan Hecong is smart or not, but this smile is very friendly. He asked casually, "Where are you from?"

"Western Hunan Province." Lan He said.

Song Qiyun: "I heard that people in your place can raise Gu."

It came again and again, Lan He often heard such words, and Chen Xingyang said the same thing, he touched the matchbox in his pocket, and answered as usual: "There is this legend, but I don't like bugs very much, Nor will it be raised.”

——Later, when Song Qiyun was full of questions, "Lan He, you said that you don't raise Gu", Lan He was also very righteous, I said that I didn't raise Gu, I didn't say that my family didn't have Hu Xian, and I wouldn't be impermanent. !

"That's it, what kind of a worm? Seeing Lan He's righteousness, he avoided it. He didn't believe anything. , I'll be gone after I stay with Lan He." Lao Lin boasted.

"Then are you doing okay with Liu Chunyang's crew?" Song Qiyun said with a smile.

Lao Lin made a popular science about Lan He's operation again, and he helped Liu Chunyang to draw the pig's head fearlessly. He heard that Liu Chunyang was scared in the middle of the night and brought Chen Xingyang to sleep with him, and so on, which made Song Qiyun amused.

Lan He said: "Everything else is fine, but it's the fact that Director Liu loves to eat, which makes us very distressed. I always suspected that Hu Xian was Xingyang to fix Director Liu's clothes. After all, he was the only one who slept next to him that two nights."

Song Qiyun and Lao Lin both burst into laughter. Even if Song Qiyun knew the inside story, they all thought it sounded reasonable.

"Sure, I'm going up." When they arrived at their own building, Song Qiyun said goodbye to the two.

As soon as he turned around, Song Qiyun pondered, this actor named Lan He, after chatting just now, it reminded him a little of the protagonist in his son's new script. Of course, it was just a thought.

Moreover, he found that his son was not particularly willing to talk to him about the script, this role, especially every time he mentioned that the actor was a little too small, the son would become more irritable and ridiculed him, showing a love of not filming. strength.

But Song Qiyun quite liked the book, he used this to start a conversation again, and sent a WeChat message to his son: "I saw a little actor today, he really has the taste of 'Xiao Lai', his smile is very cute, and his eyes are also beautiful. It's very warm, and there are Liwu... So, how is Liwu? What do you think of Liwu?"

Lan He's pear vortex can be regarded as quite distinctive and sweet, but because of its characteristics, don't know if the character fits Song Futan's imagination.

Song Futan returned quickly, but was ruthless: not much.

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