The world of Gaowu, Jinling City, Qinhuai Painted Boat.
Several monks from the world of Baotong were now dressed as scribes and warriors, mixing in perfect harmony with many real Jianghu people, merchants and officials looking for fun.
Even better than those 'old players' who have long been accustomed to this world.
Looking at the dance of the oiran in the hall, the young monk named "Xiuge" showed a bit of greed.
"If there is any merit in this classical martial arts world, it can only be the way of pleasing people under the poison of feudalism."
"The qi, blood, true energy, spirit, skills... Hunyuan should be consistent from beginning to end. Our sixth set of body-casting exercises has already achieved this perfectly, and now the tenth set is even more On top of this, ten kinds of conventional 'true meaning' are hidden in the body-building exercise. If someone can understand one of them before the age of sixteen, he will be called a genius." Xiuge still does not change this arrogance.
Very much like those guys who think they are from the 'upper country' and look down upon the 'small places' in the countryside.
The other fellow monks around Xiuge stopped trying to persuade him at this time.
Maybe they thought so too, but they weren't as direct as Xiuge showed.
Suddenly, the red-faced monk made a sound of "Eh".
Then he stood up suddenly, and with a movement of his body, he was already flying across the water like a big bird, heading towards a small temple on the willow bank in the distance.
The sudden behavior of the red-faced monk surprised his companions.
In a moment, several other people also walked on the waves and landed on the shore. Together with the red-faced monk, they walked to the entrance of the small temple.
Xiuge directly read the words on the small temple plaque.
"Wonderful Tianzhenjun Temple!"
"Miao Tianzhenjun? This name... sounds a bit familiar! I seem to have heard it somewhere." Xiuge said.
The red-faced monk said with a strange expression: "Of course you are familiar with it! The most popular phantom drama 'Chasing Wife Seventy-Two Lives' three years ago, the most mysterious and powerful monk in that drama... is Lord Miao Tianzhen."
Xiuge said in surprise: "Uncle Master! Didn't you say you never watch Phantom dramas?"
"Also...I remember Chasing My Wife Seventy-Two Lives, which seems to be a sweet drama for girls. Do you like this too?"
Fortunately, the red-faced monk's face remained so red that no one could see the embarrassment on his face.
"Ahem! This... is looking for inspiration. Although some phantom dramas are a bit exaggerated, the ideas are still very good. Just like this drama... the reason why it became so popular is because some monks who watched it actually It awakened the memory of the past life and recovered part of the cultivation level." The red-faced monk explained seriously.
Then he quickly said: "It must be a coincidence... After all, the word Miao Tian is not uncommon."
After saying that, he took the lead and entered the temple gate.
There is a lot of incense in the small temple.
Although there are pilgrims and believers coming and going, they are not dense.
The atmosphere inside the temple is elegant, and the wind blowing through the bamboos in the courtyard gives it a sense of tranquility amidst the bustle.
"If you have the universe in your chest, you can burn incense and tell me. If you have the Tao in your mind, nature and things will last forever."
There is a couplet on both sides of the clay-wood statue.
Looking at this couplet, the red-faced monk's expression was suddenly filled with shock and surprise.
He couldn't be more familiar with this couplet.
Because...this is what he wrote.
And the screenwriter of the popular sweet drama "Wife Chasing Seventy-Two Lives" is none other than the red-faced monk.
Precisely because he was the screenwriter, he knew some of the details very well.
When the hero pursued the heroine to the thirty-sixth life, in order to increase the ratings, the red-faced monk took a risk and made a saucy operation to turn the heroine into a male in this life. Not only that, he also married a wife and had children. Happy family.
At this time, the male protagonist has of course crossed the gender barrier and is ready to forcefully lock down men.
However, the heroine's wife in this life came to her door and got angry.
At that time, when the plot exploded, the ratings also skyrocketed.
Just by doing this, the plot will not flow smoothly.
With no other choice, even if it violated the basic 'rules' of screenwriting, the red-faced monk had to come up with a 'magic weapon descended from heaven'.
The male protagonist was lost and drunk and came to a small temple.
In the small temple, I drank wine and worshiped the Miaozhenjun who was made of clay and wood.
Then I had a dream.
After waking up from the dream, everything is upside down.
Things in dreams become reality, and things in reality become dreams.
This finally solved the knot and allowed the entire story to continue.
Not only that, in future plots, Miao Tianzhen will always appear as a 'master key'. Whenever the male and female protagonists encounter problems that they cannot solve, they will pray to Miao Tianzhen, the 'good big brother'.
After that, every misfortune turns into good fortune, and every misfortune becomes auspicious.
The hole dug in Miao Tianzhen was so big that the red-faced monk didn't know how to fill it in the end.
After just a few words, let it go.
Let the audience use their imagination.
"The name may be a coincidence... but even the couplets on the left and right sides of the statue are the same... This is a bit unreasonable!" The red-faced monk was confused and panicked.
The originally relaxed 'playing' mentality began to completely collapse.
"No...that's not right!"
"Maybe my memory was read!"
"This Lord Miao Tianzhen... cannot really exist, someone is plotting against me." The red-faced monk quickly calmed down, and then began to silently recite the meditation mantra passed down by the sect.
"A dream is not a dream, a world is not a world, you and I are not you and me, who are others."
"Brother Liang Xian! You and I drank three hundred cups at night and discussed all kinds of heavenly affairs. How come we are so strange and indifferent now that we have met our old friend?" A voice suddenly sounded, which shocked the red-faced monk.
His surname is not Liang, but Bao.
But the male protagonist in that drama was named Liang.
And what he couldn't tell others was... the male protagonist in that drama had some of his real experiences.
And when traveling in a certain world, he did adopt the pseudonym 'Liang Zhong'.
The red-faced monk's breath flowed all over his body, and he said with a stiff expression: "Senior, please don't make such a joke with me. We are from the Wandao Sect of the Baotong Realm, our master is Taiwu Zhenren, and our founder is Mengji Immortal."
But listening to the voice, he sighed and said: "It's true that we meet in a dream, but we don't recognize the person in the dream. There are causes and effects in the world. You helped me become famous in Baotong. Today, when you and I meet in this world, it should be a different world. . Now it seems that I am self-righteous!"
"That's okay! That's okay! I'll teach you a piece of Dharma today."
"The kindness and kindness of the past have been scattered. You don't owe me, and I don't owe you. It's considered practical."
After saying that, the voice spontaneously started chanting in the red-faced monk's ear.
The red-faced monk resisted at first, but after hearing a few words, his whole body was shaken, and he no longer felt scornful.
As the words he heard deepened, a strong feeling of annoyance began to rise rapidly.
"No! I can't miss the opportunity."
"I once heard that there is a powerful person who can turn dreams into Tao, and a little spiritual light spreads across billions of worlds. He practices at the same time, makes connections at the same time, and knows all the heavens at the same time. Miao Tianzhen Lord... Maybe I am not fabricating it out of thin air, but there really is such a true Lord, and it's just me. I happened to meet his inspiration, and then I had a flash of inspiration, recorded it, and incorporated it into the play.”
