* The banner erected at the scene read in large, majestic characters: "Opening Ceremony of the Filming of "Power"".

In the center above the steps is a tripod furnace that is half a person's height.

Sheng Yuan didn’t know anyone in the cast and was standing quietly in the line.

The night of A Zhao’s audition voting a few days ago was too hot.

Occasionally, there would be inquiring glances coming over from time to time.

Especially for a young man who was about two or three stations away, it could be considered frequent.

The young man originally thought that Sheng Yuan would be curious about other people's gazes, so she would turn her head and look at him.

But in the end, it didn’t happen.

She didn't move at all, her almond-shaped eyes lightly closed, her eyelashes long and curled, her gaze fixed vaguely on a point in front of her. Her pretty profile revealed a sense of distance, and she seemed oblivious to everything around her.

The young man was stunned.

Then the next second, the view towards Sheng Yuan was completely blocked.

There is one more person in the empty seat next to you.

The other person was much taller than him, and as tall as a pine tree. The young man couldn't look at him straight in the eye. He had to slightly raise his head and take half a step back to see the other person's full appearance.

The young man was wearing a black windbreaker with the zipper pulled straight and tightly to the collar, revealing only a cold white neck. It was obvious that he was in a hurry. Under his black hair, there was a hint of travel-weary look between his cold brows. His thin lips were pursed, and he looked cold and unapproachable.

The young man reacted and smiled modestly, "Teacher Shi Yan."

The latter turned his head and nodded politely and distantly.

The young man withdrew his gaze, and out of the corner of his eye, not knowing if he was seeing things, he noticed that the girl, who had been motionless just now, turned her head back at the first moment.

But because of the people around him, he couldn't look any further.

Everyone is present.

The opening ceremony officially begins.

The staff handed three burning incense sticks to each person. After everyone finished worshipping together, they walked up the steps in the order of investors, directors, and a group of main creators, and placed the incense sticks in their hands into a half-person-high cauldron.

But the incense burning ceremony is not completely over.

The person in charge announced through a loudspeaker that everyone had to hike to the temple halfway up the mountain to burn incense, which was a bit like praying for the crew to have everything go smoothly after filming begins.

The weather today is really good, with clear skies and sunny weather.

The sunlight is so bright that it is almost impossible to open your eyes.

The road leading to the middle of the mountain is a long stone staircase.

Looks very tall.

The crowd walked away for a while.

A squeamish complaint came from behind.

Wan Lei held up a parasol and wished she could drive up there: "How long will it take? It's too sunny."

At first, someone reassured her that it wasn't far away.

But who would have thought that Wan Lei would say she couldn't walk anymore every three minutes. Even the most patient people would get tired of trying to persuade her and choose to shut up.

At this time, someone whispered, "Oh my god, Mr. Shi is walking so fast."

"Yes, and Sheng Yuan."

Wan Lei paused, then immediately raised her head and looked forward.

From afar, she could see two figures, one tall and one slender, on the stone steps, far ahead of everyone else.

It was Shi Yan and Sheng Yuan.

Two people walked side by side, not too far or too close, one was deserted, the other was quiet.

"Hey, I saw on the Internet that Teacher Shi Yan and Sheng Yuan are a good match. Didn't the two of them just participate in a food variety show together? Not long after, they are in the same crew again. It's such a coincidence."

"Haha, it's indeed a coincidence."

Many people just looked at the backs of the two people and felt that this scene was particularly pleasing to the eyes.

Sure enough, when good-looking people stand together, even their backs look good, right? "Forget about Teacher Shi Yan, he's a boy and has better stamina, but after walking for such a long time, Sheng Yuan never stopped to say "I'm tired", that's pretty impressive."

"Let me tell you, a few days ago, a cousin of mine, who is an old player of "Power", watched Sheng Yuan's audition video and almost wore out the voting button. He even exaggeratedly dragged a few roommates who had quit the game to vote for Sheng Yuan. At that time, those buddies received the return gift packs for half an hour."

Wan Lei, who was passing by, turned green when she heard these two sentences.

She was holding the umbrella angrily. If she had been wearing a pair of high heels, the stone steps would have made a clanging sound under her feet.

She raised her head again angrily.

Then he discovered that the two figures that had appeared in his sight just now were no longer visible.

Someone exclaimed.

"Wow, these two are walking so fast."

* The higher you go, the cooler the air feels, and it becomes fresher and moister.

Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan were the first to arrive at the temple gate.

Then the two of them paused for a moment.

I saw the plaque above the temple was empty.

Surprisingly, there is no name?

How strange.

It is just like this, quiet and simple, located on this lush hillside.

I don’t know if it was because it was the weekend or for some other reason, but I didn’t see any pilgrims coming to burn incense on the way here.

I'm very curious about how the crew found this place.

From far away in the temple came the sound of a long and long bell.

Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan walked up the stairs.

As soon as I entered, I found that the inside was not as simple as it looked from the outside. It was very large inside. It couldn’t be said to be extremely luxurious, but it exuded an awe-inspiring atmosphere everywhere, which made people subconsciously lower their voices.

There was no one in sight.

The air is filled with the faint scent of incense, which brings peace of mind and tranquility.

At the entrance of the main hall, there are two towering trees, growing upright and forming a huge shade. Many bright red lucky bags are hung high on the lush leaves, and the tassels below flutter in the breeze, which is very bright and spectacular.

"Two donors."

A gentle and calm voice sounded.

Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan turned around at the same time.

A monk in a patched robe appeared behind the two of them. He put his hands together and said with a kind look, "Are you two here to burn incense and pray for blessings?"

Sheng Yuan nodded.

"It's our crew. Everyone hasn't arrived yet. They're in the back."

The monk smiled slightly, as if he understood but not, and said, "Since you two have come first, you can follow the custom of our temple and draw lots to pray for the lucky bag."

Sheng Yuan was stunned: "Are they the same as those on the tree?"

The monk replied ambiguously: "It's the same, but also different. It depends on what you are asking for and whether you can get it."

It sounds quite interesting.

Sheng Yuan looked at Shi Yan with bright eyes.

The latter lowered his eyes, his gaze stayed focused on her face for a few seconds, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Let's go."

"This way, please."

The two followed the monk and walked into the main hall in the center.

As soon as I stepped over the threshold.

Then I heard a thunderous snoring.

It is out of tune with this solemn temple.

Maybe this chapter may look a little strange.

But, it’s a foreshadowing…

(End of this chapter)