"Hey, hey, which crew are you from?"
The stage manager of the "Sword and Fairy" crew saw a group of elderly people wearing "costumes" walking towards them "menacingly".
He quickly stopped him.
"Yes, let's talk about you! Which crew are you from?"
Another field manager next to him said:
"Wait a minute, what if it's the director who hired us? Besides, they're all a group of old people who respect the old and love the young. Do you understand? Don't be so loud."
“But we don’t have many religious plays!”
"Who wants to play the role of six sects besieging Guangmingding?"
The expressions of several old men were not very good:
"Everyone, Pindao and his colleagues are here to slay demons."
The steward smiled and said:
"Oh, my master acted very carefully. But we are the crew of "Sword and Fairy", not the zombie movie crew. You really made a mistake. You are quite old and you are all special actors, right? Go and find your own crew. "
Those present were all old men and women nearly a hundred years old.
Either in retreat or in seclusion, how can one know so many things.
So, it was necessary to break through for a while.
The bureau has regulations: We must put people first, safeguard the safety of people's lives and property, and build a safe society without demons.
So they can't attack ordinary people.
But we are all monks, so we are not afraid of this at all.
They can live for such a long time and their bodies are also very strong.
Several young stewards were dumbfounded.
It seems that all of them are skinny old men and old ladies.
After hitting it, it was as strong as an ox.
Their young men in their twenties were knocked away.
"Master, why are you here?"
The few young Taoist priests who had been staring at Song Heqing hurriedly came up to him when they saw the old Taoist.
Not seeing Master, he asked:
"By the way, where is the master?"
"He's sick. Even if he comes here, it won't do much good."
"Stop talking nonsense, boy, where is the monster?"
Xiaodao pointed at Song Heqing who was filming.
Song Heqing naturally noticed them, but due to his professional ethics, he still filmed with peace of mind.
However, due to the appearance of this group of people, who suddenly broke into the camera, this clause was considered useless.
Director Chen was angry:
"Where did they come from? I was able to get by just now, but you ruined it, damn it."
The old man stroked his beard:
"Pindao is a special national security..."
"You're so big! Get out of here right away. Also, how did you guys manage to let in the idlers?"
Several floor attendants were very sad, mainly physically, with pain in their shoulders.
They were extremely wronged.
Song Heqing came over:
"Director, they are here to see me. Let me talk to them."
Director Chen glanced at him and said angrily: "Your friend? Hurry and finish dealing with it, huh."
"Feel sorry."
After Song Heqing apologized, he walked towards the group of people.
If he advances a little, these people will retreat a little.
A little forward, a little back.
He was a little funny: "Why are you retreating?"
The old Taoist said:
"Why don't we go to a quieter place."
"good."
"You come with us."
As soon as Song Heqing stepped forward to follow him, Director Chen stopped him:
"Come back quickly, don't delay filming."
"OK."
Several people came to a secluded place, which was a bamboo forest, and not many people usually came.
"What do you want from me?"
Song Heqing had innocence written all over his face.
Several old people seemed to think that they had made a mistake.
"Ahem, Pindao just has some gifts, specially brought to you."
"We are not related, why do you want to give me a gift?"
The old nun continued:
"Because we are your fans!"
Song Heqing: "I didn't expect you to be star-chasing at such an old age."
"Okay then, what gift?"
The old Taoist took out a bronze mirror and said, "This is it."
Song Heqing could tell at a glance that it was actually a demon mirror.
But it's only been a few hundred years.
He took it directly and took a photo of his face:
"Not bad, old man. Your bronze mirror is polished very carefully. It's very bright, and even the eyebrows can be clearly seen. Thank you."
The old monk beside him whispered doubtfully:
"That's not right. This is your sect's inherited magic weapon. Why is he okay? Could it be that it hasn't been wiped off for too long?"
The old Taoist couldn't believe it: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Song Heqing put away 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 guys want to sign, but I didn't bring a pen today."
The old nun stepped forward and took out a wooden fish. The black wooden fish was engraved with dense golden Sanskrit characters.
"And a gift from a poor nun."
Song Heqing took the wooden fish:
"Wow, it's so beautiful. It's also shiny. If you knock it, the merit will be multiplied by two."
The old nun stared at him with an expression that seemed completely unfazed, but the Sanskrit characters on the wooden fish did shine.
Is it possible that the Demon-Conquering Wooden Fish has not been knocked for too long and is useless? Impossible, Master would not lie to her.
Song Heqing accepted the "fan gift" again.
9527: "Where are you holding off on purchasing?"
"Haha, don't give up."
The old monk on the side couldn't stand it anymore:
"Get out of the way, you two are useless, but I am."
After speaking, he took out a string of amethyst beads.
Song Heqing could feel the dazzling light of the Buddha above.
"This one is more beautiful, is it also for me?"
"Amitabha, monks don't fight..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Heqing tied the string of amethyst beads twice to his left wrist.
Several people stared at his hands.
Still no reaction, still fair and smooth.
The old monk stuttered: "I am Buddha... compassionate."
The treasure of the temple is the Buddhist treasure left by Zen Master Fahai!
Just give it away.
Song Heqing noticed that in the crowd, an old lady dressed in ethnic minority clothing hid herself behind her without leaving any trace.
Finally, the old priest stood up, with a proud look on his face:
"I told you that none of this works for you. Now is God's time."
So, he gave a small cross and a bottle of holy water.
At first glance, this gift seemed relatively shabby, but after receiving it, Song Heqing discovered that the cross was actually made of gold, very heavy, and inlaid with diamonds and precious stones.
The bottles that hold the holy water are also made of crystal.
Then……
Then Song Heqing got two more treasures.
Seeing this, the priest drew a cross on his chest:
"My God, this..."
"Any more? You're leaving without me."
"Wait a minute, there are gifts!"
The four people who had lost their gifts looked at the two masters from the ethnic minorities behind them with wolf-like eyes.
It seems to be saying: Ours are all in, what about yours?
The shaman and the witch had to hand over the magic weapon they brought to conquer the demons.
So Song Heqing once again got a Dharma flag and a black sword.
Returned with a full load.
When he left, he listened to all the words of this group of people:
"What's going on? Why are so many magic weapons useless?"
"Is he really a demon? Did we make a mistake?"
"Yes, how could there be nothing wrong? Ordinary monsters must have been wiped out long ago."
"But the magic weapon obviously has a weak reaction."
"Stop arguing, let's talk about it when we get back. Let the bureau find connections and get the magic weapon back first. Remember, don't let too many people know."
After all, they are too old to be embarrassed.
After overhearing their words, Song Heqing smiled. He didn't need this at all.
For him, these magic weapons are not harmful, especially in the hands of these half-hearted people.
Let’s finish filming first.
But the system quickly gave him an important message:
"I discovered the aura of the little shark princess."
