Xianwu star

Chapter 357 MMP

"The shoes are torn, the hat is torn, and the cassock on the body is torn."

Outside Leiyin Temple's Paradise of Bliss, the young monk Ci'en hummed the theme song of Ji Gongzhong softly.As a young boy, he only felt that humming this song made him very happy to be a monk!
Boom!
However, before humming a few words, Wang Zheng knocked on his forehead with a thud.The little monk held his bald head aggrievedly, and looked at Wang Zheng with teary eyes.

Wang Zheng was unmoved: "How can I tell you guys? No one, no matter whether they are actors or insiders, can reveal any news about Jigong. Once I reveal it, my preparations will be in vain!"

"But it's really nice to listen to. I feel much happier singing this song!" The little monk explained in a low voice.

"That's not allowed." Wang Zheng stared.

The little monk closed his voice in embarrassment, and then seemed to think of something, the little monk asked: "Senior, you said that wine and meat have passed through the intestines, can the Buddha really sit in his heart?"

Looking at the little monk's pure and flawless eyes, Wang Zheng smiled and answered the question, "Have you ever eaten fried dough sticks?"

The little monk blinked, not knowing why Wang Zheng said that suddenly, but he still replied obediently: "I have."

Wang Zheng: "Are the deep-fried dough sticks delicious?"

The little monk didn't even think about it, and said in a straight-forward manner: "I don't know if it's delicious or not. Everything is empty, fried dough sticks, steamed buns or other things are just food for hunger."

Wang Zheng rolled his eyes, why didn't this kid follow the routine?
But Wang Zheng is still an adult anyway, facing a young lady, even a Buddhist soul boy, Wang Zheng can still be witty:
"Since there is no difference, even if you eat wine and meat, is the Buddha in your heart?"

The little monk tilted his head, the truth is the same, but not everyone can understand and practice it instantly.The little monk obviously understood, but he hadn't comprehended it yet.

Seeing the performance of the little monk, Wang Zheng liked it more and more. After all, compared with a brat like Yan Ruyu, the little monk of Ci'en is really too cute, only to see Wang Zheng smiled:
"How about I tell you a story?"

Little Monk Ci'en: "What story?"

"It is said that a long time ago, there were two Buddhist monks who were vegetarians all their lives, burned incense and worshiped Buddha, and were extremely devout. Finally one day, they were still one step away from becoming a true fruit.

So on the eve of the Buddha's birthday, he rushed to the west to face the saint, in order to ask the Lord Buddha to turn him into a Buddha.

On the way, I passed a butcher's shop, and the butcher was devout to the Buddha, and he was always willing to do good deeds.However, if you don't have the qualifications, you can't practice. To make a living, you can only sell meat for a living.

Seeing the two people who were going west, the butcher asked, "Are you two going to the West Paradise to meet the saint?"

The two Buddhist monks replied: "Yes."

The butcher was very informative and asked, "Please help me take something to the west, can you?"

After getting the approval of the two, the butcher took out his heart with a knife, wrapped it in lotus leaves and handed it to the two. "

"Ah?! If the heart is dug out, can a person still live?" The little monk's pure eyes widened.

Wang Zheng glared at him, deeply feeling that even a well-behaved child, once there are a hundred thousand reasons, it is really difficult to deal with: "The point is not here, you continue to listen."

The little monk Ci'en nodded half-understanding: "Oh."

Only then did Wang Zheng continue to speak unhurriedly:

"The two continued on their way. Seeing that the West Heaven Bliss Cave is approaching.

One day, I saw a person on the side of the road holding a large pot, the oil in the pot was already boiling.The man asked: "Are you two going to the west to meet the saint?"

The two Buddhist monks replied: "Yes."

The man said: "To go to the west, you must pass through this pot."

The two were shocked and didn't know what to do.Suddenly remembered the heart of selling meat, and quietly discussed, why not try it out.

So, the two put their hearts lightly into the frying pan.Suddenly, a lotus flower floated out of the pot and slowly rose into the sky.

The two were overjoyed: Sure enough, they got the Tao.So, jump into the pot hand in hand.With a squeak, twist together..."

Wang Zheng paused, and added: "Well, it is said that this is the origin of the fried dough sticks."

Then he looked at the little monk Ci'en, with a half-smile: "Do you understand?"

The little monk Ci'en fluttered his big eyes: "Senior, what do you mean is that the Buddha is in the heart? The exercises I practice are the Buddha Sutras of the Three Times. I don't ask about the past life and don't seek the next life, but only seek the Buddha in my heart in this life."

Good savvy!
Wang Zheng sighed in his heart, but on the surface he nodded in a teachable way.Then, the next moment, the corner of Wang Zheng's mouth twitched, and he saw that the little monk had broken through another level of cultivation as if he was riding a rocket, and the first-level Qi refining period was almost complete!

It's as simple as drinking water!
"Thank you senior."

After the breakthrough, the little monk Ci'en looked indifferent, not at all happy about the breakthrough, but put his palms together towards Wang Zheng with a serious face: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

With a smile on Wang Zheng's face, he nodded with MMP in his heart, accepting it calmly.At this time, the little monk asked again with a confused face:

"What about Jigong? Jigong is crazy, obviously the senior mad monk from Leiyin Temple. Senior, how do you know the story of senior mad monk?
But it's not right, senior mad monk is a fifth-level power.Moreover, in Jigong's story, except for Jigong, no one knows how to practice. Could it be that it happened in a small closed world! "

Thinking of this possibility, the little monk immediately became anxious: "Senior, do you know which small world the mad monk senior was imprisoned in? If you know, tell Master Jingxin!"

MMP ah...

Wang Zheng was speechless, looking at the serious young monk, he said thousands of words into one sentence: "I made up all the stories."

The little monk opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, Wang Zheng quickly pointed at the Paradise Cave, "By the way, your Master Jingxin was looking for you just now."

Hearing this, the little monk straightened his expression, bid farewell to Wang Zheng politely, and hurriedly stepped on a golden lotus magic weapon and flew towards the Paradise Cave.

It wasn't until the little monk left that Wang Zheng let out a long breath.

One hundred thousand whys is really scary!

"Hehe, the benefactor has profound Buddha nature, as expected..." At this time, a kind voice sounded that seemed to calm the heart of a wicked person.

However, before the voice finished speaking, Wang Zheng waved his hand indifferently: "Sure enough, I have a destiny with Buddhism, okay, I know. I will let you watch the next play, and forcefully say that I have a destiny with Buddhism to the end." What an experience."

Wang Zheng didn't even need to turn his head to know that Monk Jingxin was coming again.

Sure enough, the next moment, the Jingxin monk who seemed to be surrounded by the pure land of the Buddha appeared in Tianyin's Sanskrit singing. He was not at all annoyed by Wang Zheng's impoliteness. Instead, he looked at the place where the little monk Ci'en disappeared and said with a smile:

"This child has a heart of innocence. Although the Buddhist principles of the benefactor cannot stand scrutiny, he is enlightened when he is enlightened. The poor monk is envious of this mentality. He does not argue or argue. Enlightenment is enlightenment."

"That's why you came to me?" Wang Zheng rolled his eyes at him.

Monk Jingxin still had a smile on his face: "Naturally, isn't it? It's just that Jigong finished filming, and the elders of Leiyin Temple have also read it. They all think that although this story is exquisite, it may not be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in Zhongzhou. So I think May I ask when your second film will start filming?"

"The second play."

When mentioning the second film, Wang Zheng sighed: "Let's wait until I find a suitable shooting location. This film can create a legend that will not fade even after tens of millions of years. Therefore, the location must be real. "

Unclear feeling is the state of mind of the dignified fifth-level Huashen powerful monk Jingxin at the moment.But in the end it is a fifth-level power, although he is not aware of it, he still nodded in a serious manner: "In that case, if the benefactor needs help with anything, just ask."

"En." Wang Zheng nodded, but his thoughts had already drifted away.

It has been more than two months since I came to Leiyin Temple, and the serialization of Zhu Xian is far from over, but Jigong's filming work was completed in secret.

One month of filming, one month of editing, and a total of eight episodes of Ji Gong were completed.

This time, Wang Zheng surprised many people by greatly changing his previous handsome influence, and even went so far as to turn ugly. Not to mention the tattered props and costumes, in order to be more realistic, Wang Zheng even found a greasy place to rub his whole body. Oil stains, and then went to a place full of mud to wipe the dirt.

Repeated many times, dirty and washed, washed and dirty again, until a master martial artist whose ability should be spotless is sour and smelly, Wang Zheng is not satisfied.

Such hard work and earnestness have also won the respect of many people.However, respect is all respect, there is an agreement first, as long as Ji Gong is not released, any news about Ji Gong must not be disclosed.

Because Wang Zheng knew that although Ji Gong was a classic, it was a myth from his previous life.Although there is a lot of wisdom and fun in it, it is still not attractive compared to the scenes of landslides and earth-shattering in Tianyuan World.

Under such circumstances, once it is exposed in advance, Jigong is estimated to be on the street, and naturally it will not achieve the effect of conveying ideas.

"In this way, new dramas must be made in new versions."

Thinking of this, Wang Zheng couldn't help but think in his heart.But in an instant Wang Zheng shook his head and said with a smile:

"No matter the new version or the old version, it is inseparable from the scenery and rain that have been passed down for thousands of years."

"It seems that going out to collect scenery is an imperative thing in the short term."

(End of this chapter)