Humans are social animals.

When everyone does something, they will perform their own duties. Once they separate, the project progress will actually become very slow.

Qin Kun has deeply understood this.

When you are free at home, you are far less fulfilling than working in a funeral home.

So a few houses built first in the deserted village became everyone's office locations.

These days, the script has finally been revised.

Qin Kun held the script and looked at it. The "Sanqing Cannon" and other things finally disappeared, which made him very relieved. The information collected by Zhao Feng from the Bafang Fishing Building was all folk ghost stories, which gave the four screenwriters great inspiration.

After several days of contemplation, they seemed to have spent their entire life to prepare the script completely.

"Mr. Qin, are you still satisfied..."

Qin Kun handed the script to Zhao Feng, and Zhao Feng looked at it and said, "It's okay."

Qin Kun said to the four people: "Thank you all for your hard work."

The four screenwriters no longer looked arrogant before. If it weren't for the information given by Qin Kun, how could they have expanded so much knowledge? On the first night when the information was given to them, the four of them had insomnia. The folk ghost stories recorded in them were particularly bizarre, mysterious and thought-provoking. Each story has foreshadowing, with its causes and consequences, and it is not so abrupt.

What a story!

The four of them rubbed their hands and said, "Mr. Qin, can these materials be left to us as creative inspiration?"

I thought Qin Kun was easy to speak, but Qin Kun said firmly: "No."

"Why?" Some of them were puzzled.

Zhao Feng smiled and said, "It's all my master who can show you the information to you. Do you know? It's true. If you can't spread it, don't spread it, so as not to make a blind eye to come to you. Keep some secrets for your own good."

The four were stunned.

Qin Kun nodded and said, "Most of the ghosts in the information are scattered, but very few are still alive. Those who can survive are those who dominate the other side. It is definitely not good to have the embarrassment of the past when someone raised them."

"How is that possible? Hehe, Mr. Qin is scaring people..." Some of the screenwriters didn't believe it.

Curiosity is sometimes like this, Qin Kun is not going to say much, Changbai Ghost King, Shendu Ghost King, Snow Mountain King are all alive, and there are several ghost kings whose legends are not dead but disappear. All the embarrassing things are recorded in it.

These old ghosts can be peaceful and at their level, even if they don’t get involved in the cause and effect, they will attract thunder when they go out at will. But if this matter is spread, those old ghosts will definitely not be able to bear the face. Even if they don’t come out and try to get back their face, they still have little ghosts under their hands. Who can control them if they toss a few times?

After sending the screenwriters away, Director Zhang Ping came in and compared Qin Kun with a thumbs-up. The atmosphere was well rendered.

Qin Kun laughed and said, "You don't believe it either?"

This smile made Zhang Ping shudder.

Thinking of the experience in Baishigou, Yinchuan County, Zhang Ping hurriedly spoke and changed the topic: "Mr. Qin, I have never understood what you called everyone here for early."

"I gave money, what are you afraid of? They get so much money for filming normally, so who would refuse?"

"Don't you think it's a waste? Miss Chu's account is almost spent 3,000 yuan..."

Qin Kun smiled: "You have to know that the rest of us won't ask for so much money. Each person is calculated as 1 per month, and he can also be a coolie for free. Chu Qianxun reported to me that there should be still remaining after the shooting."

Thinking of this, Zhang Ping felt that it was.

Only those old men took a little more, and no one else mentioned the pay. Only Wang Gan mentioned it every day, after all, he was a celebrity.

The script was copied and distributed to everyone. The old men memorized the script during the day and went back to the Yuxianting Court to take a bath at night. They enjoyed everywhere they went, and everyone was happy to get together in Linjiang.

Some drama artists even put on costumes and recite dialogues seriously. For example, the fairy who painted the skin used to be an opera singer, but now they are an example.

In November, a month after construction, the deserted village changed drastically.

The originally dilapidated wasteland was built into an ancient town, with broken buildings, broken flags, and broken streets. Zhang Ping didn't know where the construction team got so many broken materials from, which was so suitable!

At night, the stage in the town has been built for several days. The fairy in the painting was looking for a feeling on the stage. She was in high spirits and changed her face twice, making the old men very happy, and the younger generation applauded.

Zhang Ping couldn't help but applaud. After a month of getting along, Zhang Ping slowly realized that these old men seemed to have a great background!

There was still a few scripts left on the table. Zhang Ping looked at Qin Kun and kept lit the table and asked curiously: "Mr. Qin, are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes, China's life and death story, the few people who should appear have not all come yet."

"Isn't it all?"

"Of course not, the monk in purple clothes, the Daozi of Maoshan, the Dragon King of Yingshi, and the Jiuyin Su'e, have not arrived yet. The rest, such as the true teachings of Fengdu Temple, the flower tiger of Douzong, the crazy monk of Luanchan Temple, etc., have not arrived yet."

For the first time, Zhang Ping felt that Qin Kun was more serious than himself in this matter.

...

The next night, the horse's hooves galloped.

The painting fairy on the stage was performing, and at the gate of the ancient town, Xi Lulu screamed.

Zhang Ping was stunned and saw a Taoist priest with half-black hair jumping from his horse, flying from the sky, his Taoist robe fluttering, carrying two swords on his back, and falling in the air, a string of copper coins in his hand wrapped around an ancient tree in the deserted village, and he pulled it to the top of the stage.

"There is a good energy of Maoshan, and the three pure spiritual officials are in the temple. The jade girl, the god of joy, and the Taoist son is pregnant with the sword, and the god of Tao is shocked by the sword! Maoshan, Xu Facheng!"

Xu Facheng is here, and after the Maoshan Danhui is defeated, he makes a strong appearance again.

Tired, desolate, and even a little timid, but after sweeping everyone, his waist was straightened again.

His backbone can be bent, but Maoshan's backbone cannot bend!

The storefront of Maoshan came, and other sects came as if they had made an appointment.

With the Buddha's name singing Zen, the holy monk watching the show was a little surprised and looked at the other side with joy.

"Flower Buddha Tathagata, Bodhi dust, Vajra skin, purple womb bones! Buddha Forest Temple, Miaoshan."

After more than a month, Miao Shan traveled west and came back and darkened again, but his appearance was solemn, and his temperament became more and more similar to that of a holy monk. However, he did not have the heart of a holy monk who had retired to the Buddha's forest like a holy monk. Instead, he revealed his desire to try and compete with the people for glory.

The holy monk frowned and then stretched.

Great customs are great elegance, and wonderful goodness is worth this journey!

"The wine country Canglong is drunk in wine, and the fish and shrimp in Jiuzhou are powerful! Douzong, Nie Yuxuan. How can there be no wine in such a grand event?"

A loud shout, accompanied by a domineering opening remark, a bearded man in a leather jacket came, and the clouds stormed, and then the rain fell.

The rain was pouring, Qin Kun sat under the shed, eating melon seeds and looking at Zhao Feng: "Has Nie Huzi changed the incision?"

"Isn't that true? My master had a whim and thought of a better one. He said that the prophecy of the Dragon King in the World was not suitable for incision." Zhao Feng responded while eating melon seeds.

Qin Kun shook his head and sighed, "The old lady Sui is too hard to tossing."

"The pine tree under the moon, the nine hidden swords set off to draw Pingtung. Yunqiu Temple, the new moon."

There is wind in the ancient town, pavilions, and tents, with pines accompanying each other and red candles lit up.

The sword energy came out of the painting screen, and sparks flew on the ground. The iron and silver hooks were drawn by Jiuyin Su'e, which made people yearn for it. Looking at the pavilion, there was only a beautiful figure left, standing with a sword.

Yunqiuguan, the junior sister, seems to have always been low-key. Qin Kun has repeatedly invited her. Even if she explains her purpose, Shuoyue is unwilling to show up in public. It seems that she can only make a fuss.

Zhang Ping was constantly shocked. These guys were so shocked to appear!

Why do you have special effects?

"Hurry, turn on the computer quickly! Excellent behind-the-scenes!"

"Director Zhang, our machine is always on!"

Zhang Ping was overjoyed and sat in the director's position.

"Senior brother, alcohol is too heavy and it is easy to miss the good times."

A peach blossom eye appeared, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and there was a beautiful woman under the umbrella. As she walked, the beautiful woman gave her a gift and disappeared in the rain.

"Qin Kun, didn't you come late?"

A Taoist priest wearing a mask was dressed in rags but still had a proud face.

"Qin Kun, Qin Kun, the monk is here too!"

The crazy monks who looked at different places jumped and clapped their hands. Qin Kun had promised him that there was enough wine and meat.

Excellent scene, a visual event.

Ge Zhan was so energetic that he slapped his wheelchair and flew up. The rain curtain in heaven and earth was shaken out of the vacuum. Ge Zhan landed on the ground, and the four-character plaque with the words "Dawei Tianlong" was leaning on the ground, and the dragon's energy looked down on all directions.
Chapter completed!