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The third performance officially began.

Groups of trainees began to perform on stage one after another.

Because it was a stage without rules and propositions, the instructors were very strict with this performance.

Even if the trainees showed their best skills and chose the stages and songs they were best at, a team is composed of five or six people after all.

It is impossible for a song to be the favorite of the whole team. They are just the choice of the minority obeying the majority.

It is inevitable that there is a comparison between them.

After the performances of the first few groups, some were praised and some were criticized, but overall, the instructors were basically satisfied.

After the previous performances, the most outstanding one was still the Mo Yunchen team.

After all, more than half of the team members are his teammates from the same company, and the other selected trainees are also very strong.

They are also the only group that was not criticized by the instructor after the performance.

The group in front of Qiao Sheng was wonderful.

Perhaps inspired by the previous two performances of Qiao Sheng's team, they also felt that they could design a different stage.

So they chose an ancient style song, and all wore ancient costumes and performed on the stage.

After watching it, all the audience had only one word in their hearts, awkward!

What this group of trainees wanted was the effect of fluttering clothes and wonderful movements in the fairy drama.

But in the minds of the audience, it was as if they were watching a monkey show with awkward lines and no rules.

It was so awkward!

With Qiao Sheng's pearls and jade in front of them, they thought that they could get high votes if they acted in this direction.

Unfortunately, the ugly man imitates the beautiful woman after all.

After watching the performance, Qiao Sheng and others who were waiting at the side of the stage could only say that this group of trainees was really brave.

After the mentors' ruthless criticism, it was finally Qiao Sheng's team's turn.

The stage lights dimmed, and the first thing that lit up was the big screen on the stage.

A solemn Buddhist temple appeared in the picture.

The three big characters "Jialan Temple" appeared above the main entrance of the Buddhist temple.

Then came the song information.

"Jialan Rain"

Lyrics: Qin Sheng

Composition: Qin Sheng

The temple is deep and the bell sounds far away.

The lights came on, and an old monk appeared on the stage.

The old monk was beating the wooden fish and moving the Buddhist beads in his hands.

A young monk came over, sitting next to the old monk, looking up and asking him: "Master Abbot, I just read the scriptures and heard about the Three Refuges. What do these Three Refuges mean?"

The old abbot opened his eyes and explained to the young monk with a smile: "The Three Refuges are to take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the Dharma, and take refuge in the Sangha..."

Then his face froze, revealing a look of reminiscence, and he whispered: "The Three Refuges..."

"Master? Master?"

The lights dimmed and then lit up again, and the old monk and the young monk disappeared, replaced by a young and handsome monk on the big screen.

He wore a snow-white monk's robe and chanted with a rosary in his hand.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced deep Prajnaparamita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and he was able to overcome all suffering. Shariputra, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

"Little monk, little monk."

A clear girl's voice was calling softly.

The young monk ignored him and continued to chant: "Feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also like this. Shariputra, yes..."

"Little monk, I'm here to listen to your story!"

The door was pushed open and a woman in a pink dress pushed the door open and walked in.

"Alas." The young monk sighed and wanted to continue chanting, but the pink-dressed girl had already moved lightly and came to his side.

"Little monk, what are you doing? Chanting?"

The young monk opened his eyes and saw the smiling girl in front of him, her big eyes staring at him.

As soon as the young monk's eyes met the girl's, he quickly lowered his head.

"Miss Xiu, what story do you want to hear today?" The young monk did not look up.

"As long as it's your story, anything is fine!"

Miss Xiu blinked her eyes, her eyes never left the young monk.

"Then I will tell you the story of the Three Refuges."

"Three Refuges?"

"Once upon a time, there was an old monk who was always visited by thieves. He could no longer bear it. One day, the thief came again, and he said to the thief, please put your hand in through the crack of the door, and I will give you whatever you want."

The young monk said in a steady tone.

, telling the story slowly.

"That old monk is really something! He thought that by doing this, the thieves would not come again! If it were me, I would..."

Midway through, Miss Xiu stopped talking immediately under the gaze of the young monk, looked at the young monk and stuck out her tongue, motioning him to continue.

The young monk looked at Qi Xiu helplessly and continued:

"The thief was very happy to hear that, so he put his hand through the crack of the door. Unexpectedly, the old monk grabbed his hand, tied it to the pillar, and then beat him with a stick, shouting while beating: Refuge in Buddha! Refuge in Dharma! Refuge in Sangha!"

"Hehe, well done!" Miss Xiu danced while listening, as if she was the old monk, and in front of her was the thief she tied up.

"Hehe."

The young monk couldn't help laughing out loud, and his eyes revealed a tenderness that he couldn't detect.

"The thief was in great pain, and he could only shout, Refuge in the Buddha, Refuge in the Dharma, Refuge in the Sangha."

"This is the famous story of the Three Refuges in the Buddhist scriptures." The little monk finished speaking with a smile on his lips.

"Little monk, you are talking about the Three Refuges, but I have the Four Refuges here. Do you want to listen?" Miss Xiu looked at the little monk with expectant eyes.

"Four Refuges? May I ask Miss Xiu, which Buddhist scripture is this story from?" The young monk asked puzzledly.

Miss Xiu did not answer directly, but smiled and said, "You want to know? Then catch up with me and I will tell you!"

After speaking, Miss Xiu turned and left, and the young monk struggled a little at this time, but in the end, his curiosity about the "Four Refuges" still made him catch up.

The faint accompaniment music that originally lingered in the whole venue gradually became louder at this time.

Qiao Sheng's singing also sounded at this time:

"The sound of prosperity, escaped into the Buddhist door,

It tortured the world.

The dream is cold, tossing and turning for a lifetime,

How many debts of love are there.

If you agree, life and death will wait,

waiting for a circle, and a circle of rings."

The two left the room where the young monk was, and walked and chased in the Buddhist temple.

The scene turned, and it was another day.

The young monk was chanting in the hall, while Xiu was lying on the windowsill, eating fruit and looking at him.

Miss Xiu seemed to be bored of waiting, and after eating the fruit, she quietly threw the fruit to the young monk.

The fruit core hit the young monk's bald head, and the monk turned his head and looked around in confusion, but he didn't see a single figure.

Miss Xiu was hiding under the windowsill, covering her mouth and laughing.