For the movie "The Kingdom of Celestial Kingdom", the Jerusalem people are allocated only because this movie involves this ancient holy city, and it also involves a period of history and a period of religious conflict. The novel website provides mobile electronic downloads for electronics.

At the same time, DreamWorks' prestige is obviously an important factor to allow these people of different beliefs to come together to complete the filming of this movie. However, despite these conditions, it is completely different when it involves their own religious beliefs.

When the film was filmed at the last part, when we had to complete the work after so many hardships, when everyone in the crew breathed a sigh of relief, the biggest problem has appeared in front of us until now.

At this point, 99% of the shots have been completed, and the rest are only just over twenty shots. These shots are not big scenes. They are very ordinary in terms of shooting difficulty or in other aspects, but it is precisely these twenty shots that completely stuck the work of the entire crew.

Because it is precisely these twenty shots, but the theme of the whole movie is sublimated. The first content is finally attributed to these twenty shots. If these shots cannot be completed, the artistic level of the whole movie will be completely reduced. This is a result that both the crew and I, as a director, do not want to see.

The last scenes of the movie were not officially announced, but Stiller said while filming with the actors in the crew. The news soon spread among the Jerusalem sects, which immediately caused an uproar.

Many leaders of denominations, especially Christian and Judaism, followed one after another. Although they respected me very much, they did not sell me much face at this point, and immediately began to accuse me when they saw me.

Many Judaism elders accused me of disrespecting their religious beliefs. "Mr. Corleon, you are a great man, a person whom we respect. But if you do this, our respect for you will disappear like snow and ice in an instant under the violent sun. Jerusalem has always been the holy city of our Judaism. This city is filled with the breath of God, and this is the temple.

!For the glory of God, for thousands of years, I don’t know how many people have sacrificed their lives for it, so that people can see the logo of God over Jerusalem! But now, you have asked us to take down the logo on the church and hang the crescent moon of Muslims. This is definitely the greatest insult to us and we cannot forgive! Mr. Corleon, we want to say that we will not cooperate with you in this way! Absolutely not! This is our bottom line!"

Many of these elders are old and have a high prestige in the local area. Their opinions basically represent the opinions of their sects in Jerusalem. If they cannot be allowed to agree, our movie will definitely not be completed.

In addition to these Judaism, Christian elders and respected religious leaders of the Islamic sect also came to me about this matter. When they saw me, they were also very angry.

When the script had this content, I realized that it might be opposed by some Jewish and Christian sects. But I never thought that Muslims would oppose me. After all, in these shots, their religious marks appeared high above the Christian and Jewish churches. I understand that such a shot should be a great victory for them.

But they have their own perfectly reasonable explanation: "Mr. Corleon, we Muslims cannot agree to your practice! This is a blasphemy against us! Our crescent moons are unwilling to stand on their churches! We cannot agree to this practice.

This is more unbearable than cutting off our heads!”

Facing these fierce and angry visitors, I really don't know what to say. It's not because I can't find a reason to refute them, but because I really understand their position too much. And if I change the position, if I were their words, maybe I wouldn't agree to others doing this. After all, the reason is very simple. And I think in this regard, I really don't worry about their feelings.

But the problem is that this movie is not my wishful thinking. In this movie, especially at the end of the movie, the theme revealed by those shots, whether for Muslims, for Jews or Christians, is completely beneficial. This theme is that no matter what religion it is, it should be respected. Because these trustworthiness use their own life to defend their noble faith and protect what they have fought for throughout their lives.

So even though I encountered such unprecedented difficulties, I was still not discouraged. Instead, I decided to let the crew stop shooting for the time being.

Under my instruction, the crew invited all the leaders of all the denominations in the city of Jerusalem in a large courtyard in the old city of Jerusalem. Among them, there were Islamic, Christian, Orthodox, and Judaism, all of which were respected.

The yard is full of people sitting in the local area

Sitting in front of the leaders of various factions with gray beards, with a solemn expression

At this time, the large courtyard was very quiet, with a noble and serious atmosphere. Everyone knew what I was going to do, and they knew I wanted to try to convince them, but almost none of these people would agree to the idea I proposed at this time.

The religious leaders sat on the chairs straight, and each showed a sad expression, as if they had made enough psychological preparations to maintain their faith this time.

My throat was a little dry, because I had no idea whether I could convince them.

"Everyone, our boss has something to say." Stiller stood beside him and said in a deep voice.

People looked at me with complex eyes.

"Everyone, today we won't talk about the movie, nor the remaining shots at the end of the movie. Let's just talk about it, how about it?" My first sentence surprised many people. Many leaders whispered, and a white-bearded Judaism elder sitting in front nodded and said peacefully: "Mr. Corleon, we would like to hear what you said."

"Okay. That's great." I nodded, then stood up and walked to these people, spreading my hands: "Everyone, maybe many of you already know that I am a believer of the primitive sect. I don't know how many of you know about the primitive sect, nor how you think about it, but I must tell you that in essence, like you, I am a believer first rather than a director."

Wow! My words completely exploded the people in the big yard on the spot.

The Muslims were fine, but the elders of Christianity and Judaism were all so excited that their beards were trembling, and many of them were blushing and dumbfounded.

In the United States, the religious system that is dominant on the surface is the religious system made by Maria I. This religious system is essentially different from Christianity and has become increasingly influential around the world. However, not many people know about the primitive sects, although the sacredness of this sect is far higher than that of Maria I and the Vatican.

I don't know how these people view the original sect in Jerusalem, but I think if I want to gain the trust of these people and win their self-support, I must honestly reveal my identity, because doing so will at least make them psychologically feel that I am actually on the same front as them.

But I really couldn't imagine that this sentence would cause such riots.

"Mr. Corleon, I am Abraham, the elder of Judaism in Jerusalem. Can you ask, is your words true?" The old man with white beard sitting in front of me stood up. Although he was trying his best to keep calm, the wide black robe on his body was already shaking.

Obviously, among these Christian and Judaistic leaders, this old identity is the most noble.

"Dear Elder Abraham, I can swear to God, and what I say is completely true." I nodded solemnly.

"Elder! Don't believe this! How is it possible! The guardians of the Ark of the Moses family are just legends. How could there be any primitive sect? It's just a group of liars who are lying to others under the guise!" Behind Abraham, an old man in a black robe stood up angrily.

"Yes! We don't believe it either! No one has seen the original sect for thousands of years.

According to our legend, the total number of people in this sect is only a few hundred. After so many years, after going through ups and downs, how can it be preserved? Besides, the Ark of the Covenant has disappeared now, how can the guardians of these Ark of the Covenant have a reason to exist!”

"Yes! Elder! Mr. Corleon is not only a person who insults our religion, but also a liar!"

"We cannot cooperate with such a liar! Otherwise God will punish us!"

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Soon, all the remaining Jewish believers stood up and objected. As for the others, Muslims watched the changes. Although Christians were very interested, such things obviously had nothing to do with them, so they also sat quietly in their seats.

"Quiet!" The white scepter made of unknown material in Abraham's hand hit the ground hard, and the noise around him quickly disappeared.

"Mr. Corleon, it's been 70 years. For the first time in 70 years, I heard someone say that he is a believer of the primitive sect! Hahaha, 70 years have passed, time passes so quickly!" Abraham looked at me, with a smile on his face, but his tone was full of vicissitudes. His expression became very complicated. On the one hand, he was very happy and excited, but on the other hand, he was so sad.

"Mr. Corleon, how do you prove that you are a believer of the primitive sect?" Abraham asked sincerely at me.

"Old man! You are really too much! Will our boss be a lie? He is Andre Corleon! Andre Corleon!" Stiller was very angry, but I raised my hand to stop him.

"Elder Abraham, I don't know how I can prove it, nor how a believer of a primitive sect should prove it with an ancient ritual, but I think that such things should prove my identity." I turned around and nodded at Darren Oliver behind me.

Darren

Turning around and walking into the room, I picked up two big brocade boxes when I wasn't big

Everyone in the yard immediately stood up and focused their eyes on the two boxes. They all wanted to know what was inside.

Darren Oliver walked up to me with the two boxes. I opened one of them first, and when the box was opened, a sound of surprise came from around me.

"Good sword!"

"Good sword!"

...

In the box, a cold sword was quietly lying. Although this sword has experienced the vicissitudes of history, the sharp light emitted from it is still shocking. Due to historical reasons, the people of Jerusalem are basically a bit aggressive in their bones. After seeing this sword, many people can see that it is a good sword that is one in a million.

"This is...this is!" Old Abraham's reaction was much stronger than those people. He looked at the sword, his lips trembled, obviously not trusting his eyes.

"Elder, do you know this sword?" I asked as I saw the old man so excited.

"This is the sword of apprenticeship! This is the sword of apprenticeship! Mr. Corleon, how did you get this sword?? You must tell me where the master of this sword is now!" The old man grabbed my hand!

"Elder, this sword belongs to our boss!" Stiller replied.

"What!?" The old man looked at Stiller blankly, then looked at me blankly, and for a moment he fell into a state of aphasia.

"Elder, this sword is indeed mine. I am honored to be the master of this sword." I nodded.

Old Abraham looked at me, his eyes were completely confused, and he stood there like a statue.

"Elder, if you don't believe me, then I can only let you see another thing. If this thing still cannot be proved, I really have no choice." Seeing Old Abraham's appearance, I was wondering in my heart, and I didn't know whether I had proved my identity at all, so I walked to Darren Oliver and held the long white box with both hands.

When I held this box, I bent my waist with great respect.

Walking to Old Abraham, I opened the box, and a long crutch appeared inside it.

There was no excessive decoration, but there were dense Hebrew words engraved on the scepter, and the scepter was black all over, giving off a faint light.

This is the scepter that the high priest had lived. After the high priest passed away, it was kept by me, and it was also the only relic left to me. I have kept this scepter and the sword given to me by the high priest for a long time and have never taken it out. This time when I went to Jerusalem, I thought it might be necessary, so I took it with me. I didn't expect that I would really use them.

If the sword just now shocked Old Abraham, then the appearance of this scepter used by the high priest during his lifetime completely collapsed Old Abraham.

He looked at the scepter with wide eyes, staggered back a few steps, and his body was about to faint when he shook.

"Elder!" Someone came over and helped him immediately.

"Elder! What is this thing?" The Jewish elder behind him came over. They were much younger than Old Abraham.

Old Abraham stabilized his body, waved to the Judaism people around him, and said in a deep voice: "Stand with me, do whatever I do!"

The tone of Old Abraham saying this was with supreme authority. Although the people behind him were puzzled, they had to do it, one by one, followed by Old Abraham.

Then, Old Abraham began to recite a long Hebrew passage from his mouth. The emphasis of that passage was very strange, as if it was prayer or as if it was a confession.

With the Hebrew passage driven out by Old Abraham, I saw the Jewish elders who were hesitant just now, all of them had shocked expressions on their faces, and then they lowered their heads respectfully.

Old Abraham's tone became more and more excited, and he cried as he spoke. Finally, the old man walked a few steps ahead of me, and knelt on the ground with a scepter in my hand!

Plop! Plop!

Behind him, the Jewish elders fell to their knees!

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Such a scene made me stunned!

"Elder! What's going on?!" I quickly pulled up old Abraham, but no matter how hard he pulled, the old man was unwilling to get up. He looked at the scepter, kowtowed again and again, put his body close to the ground again and again, with supreme respect until he finished all the rituals.

"Mr. Corleon, can you tell me, is the high priest okay?" Old Abraham wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Elder, do you know the High Priest!?" His words made my brain fall into trouble again!

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