Chapter 10: There is a Happy Hall in the Six Temples of Wangxian
Deep in the mountains of Princess Mausoleum, there is a secluded tourist attraction with the same name as the script: Wangxiantai.
It is said that this is a renovated historical relic, a lookout tower connected to the southeast tower of the ancient Shu Kingdom's imperial palace. According to historical records, Wangxiantai is at least 100 meters high.
But with the changes of the world and the ups and downs of the mountains over thousands of years, only a section of the platform as high as the archway remains, hidden among the vines and green trees.
It was here that the crew filmed the scene where Princess Qingning falls from the stage.
"...The emotions in this scene need to be fuller, and the extras in the back should also pay attention and use their hands to perform well..." Zhang Huai was explaining the play in front of a group of people.
Yin Chuan, already in makeup, joked while holding his script while recording the behind-the-scenes footage: "Xuan Ming is so pitiful. He thought Princess Qingning loved him, but it turns out she jumped off the Wangxian Terrace to lure him into the Demon Sealing Formation."
Wen Ruojie stood waiting for the makeup artist to fix his hair, and replied with a smile: "But in the end, the princess still had mercy on her and saved Xuan Ming, happy ending~"
Yin Chuan pretended to be confused: "Anyway, the immortal hero must jump off the building, I know that."
Everyone at the scene laughed.
Chen Songling couldn't laugh.
The events of last night seemed like a lifetime ago, and he couldn't figure out how he had fallen asleep. When he woke up and went to check his room, there was no burning incense or ash, nothing at all.
When we arrived at the set, we found out that Jiang Bei and Zhang Huai had asked for leave, saying they had a fever and were resting in their rooms.
Zhang Huai also asked his assistant Xiao Liu to buy some medicine and send it over.
Chen Songling confirmed with Xiao Liu again and again that Jiang Bei was indeed the only one in the room, but he did look unwell and drowsy.
So, was the nightmare I experienced last night real?
He was confused again.
The time limit on the scenic spot shooting permit is set, so the shooting is divided into two groups A and B and they work simultaneously.
Zhang Huai led Group A to shoot the main character's part, while Lin Sen shot the main supporting role at another location.
Chen Songling and his assistant got into a nanny car and drove two kilometers along the mountain road to the nearby bamboo forest temple shooting location.
He plays the male protagonist's demon subordinate "Zi Ye", and has a love scene with the princess's attendant "Tu Nan" played by Jiang Bei. The two first meet in a small temple in the bamboo forest, and will finally hold an unconventional and unprecedented wedding in the small temple.
At the same time, Xuanming and Qingning also fell in love at this moment. After countless misunderstandings and losses, the two protagonists finally reached a happy ending. When Qingning's life as a human reached the end, Xuanming turned into the patron saint of the ancient Shu Kingdom, and there was peace for a hundred years from then on.
Chen Songling walked through several scenes. He was not an actor by profession and his professionalism was very limited. Fortunately, the script given to him had some clever "tailor-made" designs, so he passed the scene without too many NGs.
Lin Sen sat behind the monitor: "Okay, let's go together later."
Chen Songling was stunned: "Jiang Bei? Didn't she ask for leave?"
Lin Sen came directly to the B set early in the morning. He looked up in confusion and pointed behind Chen Songling: "She came with us."
Chen Songling turned around and saw that Jiang Bei had indeed finished her makeup and was walking towards him with a cup of milk tea. There was no sign of illness or fever on her body.
He suddenly felt creepy.
If this is the real Jiang Bei, then who was the one Xiao Liu saw when he delivered medicine this morning?
If what Xiao Liu saw was true, then this one...
Just thinking about it gave me goosebumps.
Chen Songling's heart was in his throat. He looked around, but everyone else was concentrating on their work and no one noticed his nervousness.
Finally, he saw Long Zhu lying in the back of a van with the hood up, sleeping leisurely with his arms folded and his head tilted, far away from the crew's dining area.
Isolated and helpless, this sinister woman who was suspected to be a stalker suddenly became radiant, down-to-earth and reliable.
Chen Songling ran over to wake her up: "Um, your name is Long Zhu, right?"
Long Zhu opened her eyes and sat up, smoothed the strands of hair that were messed up by sleeping, and looked up at him in confusion.
Chen Songling forced a friendly smile: "Come and sleep on my chair. I have a recliner and a neck pillow."
Long Zhu looked at him and said, "Oh."
Without asking anything, Zhen jumped out of the car and walked with him to the rest area closer to the set. He fell rudely onto Chen Songling's recliner, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Assistant Xiao Zhang had never seen such a courageous person. His eyes almost popped out of his head. "Brother, who is this person?"
Chen Songling, however, seemed to have taken some kind of reassurance pill, and he felt much more at ease. He replied with a pleasant face, "Go and help put the food on the table, and don't disturb anyone's sleep."
Xiao Zhang: “…”
Is this still the rich second generation who gets upset and plays dirty when someone accidentally touches his things?
The exterior shots were almost finished, so Lin Sen and the male crew member went into the temple to check out the interior camera positions.
This place should have been arranged not long ago, and we have to confirm whether there are any omissions before shooting.
The two men pushed open the dark front courtyard temple door, and saw a green and yellow dry wasteland. Not far in the middle stood a small wooden temple shrouded in green mist. The dark door of the temple was wide open, like a dormant monster, opening its mouth and waiting patiently for its prey to fall into its trap.
The male stagehand was a little scared of this.
Lin Sen was not afraid and walked straight to the palace gate.
The fog in the forest is thick, and it falls on the bamboo forest on the mountain, as if adding a layer of dark green filter.
It was only eight or nine in the morning, but I couldn't feel the warmth of the sun at all.
After entering the palace, I saw a big red silk curtain being pulled up inside.
Vermilion curtains with auspicious designs of dragons and phoenixes hung on both sides, three kinds of meat and six kinds of offerings were placed on the table, and the floor was covered with a scarlet felt carpet. In the gilded lacquer tray on the Eight Immortals table, there were red candles that were half-burned and then extinguished. The wax condensed on the carpet and the table, dragging bloody marks.
This is clearly a wedding hall, but it is arranged inappropriately in this small temple with dark beams and pillars, appearing out of place and extremely weird.
The male stagehand was startled, but he remembered that there was indeed a wedding scene in the temple on the schedule.
But the level of the set design is really questionable! Although the props are all festive colors of red and green, the effect is as gloomy as a funeral hall.
Lin Sen said nothing. Maintaining his professionalism, he frowned and instructed, "Turn on a few more lights later and apply some filters in post-production."
The male stagehand nodded quickly and went out to arrange staff, fearing that he could not avoid it.
Lin Sen was quite calm. He looked around the interior again and walked under the eaves to type a voice message to Zhang Huai.
"Hey, Director Zhang, aren't we filming the wedding scenes in the next few days? How come you guys have arranged everything in advance?"
Zhang Huai's even more puzzled reply came from the phone: "Director Lin, what are you talking about? I haven't asked them to set up the wedding hall yet?"
Lin Sen was stunned for a moment, then turned around and swallowed at the lifeless red in front of him.
"Director Zhang, stop joking with me."
"I'm not kidding!" The voice on the phone said anxiously, "Hurry up and show me a video!"
Hearing the other party's serious tone, Lin Sen frowned and turned the phone sideways, aiming the camera at the red silk in front of him.
After the call was connected, the other party said very confidently: "I didn't ask anyone to set up this scene. It's very strange. Can you come closer so I can take a closer look?"
Lin Sen took a few steps forward with his cell phone.
On the phone: "Take a picture of the candles on the table and show them to me. I want to ask who bought the props."
Lin Sen moved closer and was about to move the camera downwards when he suddenly froze. A chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
"Director Zhang, I only captured the wall... How did you know there were also candles on the table?"
The other party fell silent, and the surroundings fell into a brief and strange silence.
Lin Sen suddenly realized that the place where he was standing was very similar to where the groom stood during the wedding ceremony.
The phone camera flipped over unexpectedly!
His own panicked face was reflected on the interface.
In the background behind him, a small frame of the mobile phone's facial recognition system quickly jumped from one place to another, and so on, the device almost crashed!
"I see you..."
"whee."
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On the other side, Crane City.
In a small house surrounded by plane trees, the curtains were tightly closed, with only a ray of golden sunlight leaking through the gaps, stumbling across the messy ground.
Various magazines, snacks, and game cartridges were mixed together in a mess.
Cell phones were densely packed on both sides of the room, and a tangle of data cables clung to the ceiling, resembling an old, unmaintained power grid. A hundred or so screens flashed simultaneously, automatically switching between different images, as if manipulated by a hand, yet the operator was nowhere to be seen.
There are many different interfaces, but most of them contain information about the same male celebrity.
The phones were constantly working on their own. Some were fans posting comments and controlling the comments, some were doing data-driven voting, some were running anti-fraud websites and sharing tips and tricks, and some were engaging in frantic arguments with their rivals...
At the end of the room, in front of three or five stacked computers, a girl with light hair sat lazily amidst a tangled web of wires.
The pale blue fluorescent screen flickered, and she was chewing bubble gum in a state of complete oblivion, her ten fingers typing something quickly on the keyboard.
It is the PC-side private chat interface of Zhumeng Forum.
Xiaobai doesn't eat broccoli: Uncle, are you there? [crying][crying]
[Feathered Guest in the Clouds:?]
Xiaobai won't eat broccoli: Please help! I'm at my wit's end! [swears][crying]
After a while, the other party sent a string of ellipsis and a "said".
Xiaobai doesn't eat broccoli: Regarding the Princess Mausoleum incident a few days ago, I want to map it in real time, but something is blocking my scan. I can only rely on you to help me [starry eyes][starry eyes]]
Thousands of miles away in Fengcheng, outside the Changfeng Temple.
White tiles and black beams, window lattices reflected obliquely.
The Taoist priest in white put down his phone and turned his wheelchair with one hand.
A tall and broad-shouldered boy came up from behind him and pushed him out of the yard with a muffled voice. His posture was stiff and strange, like a clockwork puppet, he paused with each step, but tried his best to remain calm.
The old plum tree in the courtyard has twisted branches, and the winding stream is as white as silk.
The wheelchair rolled over the stone slabs, startling a few birds, and finally landed under the old tree.
The young Taoist priest had a handsome appearance and an aloof expression, which seemed to make him seem aloof.
Her untied long hair fell behind her shoulders like black crow feathers.
Although it was thousands of miles away, he fixed his gaze in the direction of the princess's tomb as if he knew the course of every mountain, river and stream.
The next second, when he closed his eyes and opened them again, the whites of his eyes were pitch black and his black pupils turned red.
At the same time!
Long Zhu suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and stood up, looking at the forest in front of him vigilantly.
...the feeling of being watched.
So annoying.
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