He was seen waving the peach wood sword and jumping alternately on his left and right feet. Qiao Yan thought he looked a bit like the primitive people dancing around a campfire in a video she had seen on her phone in the car.
"I heard they hired him specially and spent a lot of money on him." Qiao Yan heard whispers from the back. "He's well-known in the industry. Director Jiang hired him to accompany him when he filmed his horror movie at a deserted house."
"So what happened in the end?"
"Of course everything went smoothly! That's why Director Wen spent a lot of money to invite you to start filming!"
"To be honest, there's one thing I've always found quite strange."
"What?"
"We can start filming even if we don't have all the cast, right? It's not a very important role anyway, so I can just join the crew after filming starts, right? It's rare for a crew to delay filming just to wait for a supporting role..."
"Keep your voice down!"
"knew!"
[No, do you two really think you are being quiet? ]
[I noticed that too. Otherwise, these people could be acting. They can hear everything, but they pretend not to hear anything. It's so real.]
【Speak more, speak more, I love to listen. 】
[Sister Qiao's ears seem to have stretched out, hahaha.]
[Sister Qiao appears deaf and calm; Sister Qiao's inner thoughts: Let me hear it.]
The two men wanted to continue chatting, but when they heard the tinkling sound, they fell silent.
It wasn't just them. Qiao Yan saw the extras and staff on the opposite side. At first, some of them turned their heads and seemed to be chatting in low voices, but as soon as the bell rang, they all stopped immediately.
Countless pairs of eyes returned to the person in yellow clothes in front of the altar, and Qiao Yan was no exception.
She saw that the man was no longer dancing, but was standing there, seemingly reciting something, with his hand holding the bell raised high, shaking it rhythmically in the air.
As Qiao Yan watched, she was suddenly stunned. This person was also holding the bell in his hand when he was jumping left and right just now, but at that time, no matter how he moved, the bell did not ring.
This situation is obviously contrary to common sense.
But no one seemed to find it strange, or perhaps no one had noticed? Qiao Yan was confused for a moment. Could it be that she hadn't paid close attention and ignored the sound of the bell, thinking it wasn't ringing?
As she pondered, her gaze shifted to the people standing directly behind the altar. They had been standing there since the beginning, motionless, their gazes fixed on the person in front of them.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion caused by distance, but Qiao Yan felt that Zeng Canli’s complexion seemed to have become a little worse. Even with makeup covering it up, there was still some fatigue between her eyebrows.
I must be tired.
That's right, it's indeed tiring to just stand there without moving and maintain the dignified posture of the female lead.
The sun in the sky was gradually completely blocked by the mountains, leaving only a little glow. Only then did the people in yellow stop.
Qiao Yan felt that she was very persevering. She listened to the ringing of bells and the random chanting of scriptures without complaining about being annoyed or tired.
After stopping to chant, the man in yellow walked to the altar, and another man in blue, who should have been with him and had been guarding the side, immediately came over with three incense sticks.
After the man in yellow took it, he lit the three incense sticks with a thicker one already in the incense burner, turned around and bowed to the empty sky and earth, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.
After doing all this, he retreated to the side of the altar, raised his hand and rang the bell. Every time the bell rang, someone came forward to light incense, worship, and then insert the incense.
After everyone in the center had finished offering incense, the rest of the people put their hands together and bowed in that direction.
Qiao Yan imitated their movements, and someone's voice was heard in her ears: "Lord of the Land, bless you! Lord of the Land, bless you! May you be free of illness and disaster, and may the filming go smoothly..."
After all this was done, Qiao Yan thought it was over and she could leave, right? But she had obviously overestimated the situation.
They have to wait until all these things are taken away.
To be honest, her legs were a little sore. This opening ceremony was really troublesome. Was it like this for all crews?
But fortunately, while she was waiting, someone started whispering to her for her to eavesdrop on.
"worn out."
"Why is Director Wen's opening ceremony so troublesome?"
"Director Wen believes this very much."
“Does this really work?”
"Then why don't you look at how popular his dramas are? How can he be useless? Why would he believe it if he's useless?"
"No wonder they have to wait until everyone is present before starting filming. I heard that some of these events are very particular about everyone being present..."
"Shh—Okay, stop talking, I'm almost done, ready to go back."
As they both said, it will be fine soon.
Qiao Yan watched those people moving the last altar table. They didn't take the things out first. Five or six people just moved the whole table by just carrying the corners.
There is a round incense burner on the table that looks like a pot, which is the one they used to burn incense before.
It must be made of real stuff. Judging from the bulging veins on the arms and necks of those who were moving the things, it must be quite heavy.
"finally……"
"Hurry back and wash up."
"I was sweating all over standing there."
More and more people began to whisper, but they all knew how to keep their voices down.
The table was taken out little by little, and when everyone was relaxing, there was a clang—
The golden bronze incense burner fell to the ground and rolled in front of Director Wen and General Manager Jiang, with incense and ashes scattered all over the floor.
"sky!"
"Amitabha!"
"The Earth God, please calm down..."
“Bless me, Bodhisattva, bless me…”
The sudden accident shocked many people, and they put their hands together. Qiao Yan looked over and saw that the people standing in the middle of Director Wen's group had the ugliest expressions.
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