In an old abandoned stage one kilometer away from Kowloon Hill Church on Hong Kong Island.
time.
August 15th, eight o'clock in the evening.
figure.
There were a group of dragon and tiger warriors dressed in White Lotus sect clothes, and a group of extras who were inexplicably pulled over outside the stage and didn't know what the scene was going to be, let alone what the crew was going to do next.
certainly……
There were also Zhou Yang and others who looked confused.
"I want a feeling, you know? I want a very cool feeling that makes people feel sacred and awe-inspiring, as if you are a god who came to the world to save the world. Do you understand what I mean?"
The insane director Huang Jiacheng smoked a cigarette and silently told Zhou Yang about the play and the results he wanted the movie to present.
"..."
Zhou Yang shook his head, staring at the blazing flames on the stage and the arrays of swords placed beside them, emitting cold light.
His mind went blank.
"I know you don't understand, let's do this. I'll play a song for you, and you listen to the song and imagine that feeling..." After Huang Jiacheng saw Zhou Yang shaking his head, he was not in a hurry, but made people wonder where to start.
An old record player was brought in and the play button was pressed.
Zhou Yang heard bursts of roaring thunder and the sound of fighting in the wind and rain. After the sound of fighting, singing began, but the singing was sad, mixed with strange sounds that seemed to be smiling but not laughing, as if they were coming from the underworld.
The whispers coming from the air were filled with chills in the ethereal space, and Zhou Yang couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine. It was very similar to the singer singing the horror music "The Rebirth of the Concubine" that he had heard before...
Especially paired with the faint blue firelight and the dragon and tiger warriors wearing white robes, Zhou Yang got goosebumps unconsciously.
But Huang Jiacheng was completely addicted to it, tapping his fingers on the cover of the record player over and over again...
After the song ended, Huang Jiacheng looked at Zhou Yang.
"It's this feeling. The world is unfair, demons and monsters are everywhere, the new era collides with the old era, Jiugong Zhenren appears in this situation..." Huang Jiacheng patted Zhou Yang's shoulder and analyzed it seriously.
"I just feel cold all over my body... I feel like I'm in the underworld." Zhou Yang was silent for a long time, feeling more and more confused. At the same time, the chill got worse. Especially when he saw the darkness of the old stage, he always felt that there was something there.
A pair of eyes were staring at him.
Then, inadvertently, his eyes were fixed on the ferocious statue not far away. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the statue looked like an evil ghost.
"Religion itself is the more mysterious the better. It would be nice if you could capture the feeling of the underworld. Why don't you try it first?"
"good!"
"By the way, we actually have an audience..."
"What audience?"
"Those extras are the audience. You have to use your performance to shock the jaws of these extras, and then make them kneel down and kowtow..."
"How should I do the movements? Is there a diagram of the movements?"
"Movies are inherently a very free world. You can act however you want, with any action pictures you want, just like those in the academy..."
"How do I get up to Daoshan?"
"Diaoweiya..."
"Then what should I do when I go up?"
"The more mysterious the better. By the way, have you ever seen the scene when an epileptic patient has a seizure? I want you to act out that feeling."
"I had an epileptic seizure while hanging wire, and then started performing?"
"Smart, but you can't really have an epilepsy. You have to do some actions, for example, like a sacrifice... At the same time, you have to recite your lines. By the way, do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I probably understand, but I have to think about it..."
"Okay, I'll take a close-up of the other White Lotus sect disciples first, while you think about it first. When it's your turn, I'll call you." Huang Jiacheng patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder, and then glanced at the others.
"good!"
Zhou Yang nodded, and the plot of the original "Once Upon a Time in Once Upon a Time" when Jiugong Zhenren appeared appeared in his mind.
In my impression, it seemed very mysterious, but if I really thought about it seriously, I suddenly found that I only remembered a few wonderful somersaults and the scene of invulnerability.
Zhou Yang has almost forgotten other specific things, and he doesn't even remember much of the lines. The script he wrote is roughly "White Lotus descends to the earth, and all people turn around", and "The Wusheng old mother sits down with the eldest disciple Jiugong Zhenren" and the like.
It was all added by Huang Jiacheng himself.
More than ten minutes later, the lights shone on the stage.
Huang Jiacheng stayed in front of the camera, watching a group of dragon and tiger martial arts masters and extras. He threw the cigarette into the stove and made a gesture to the two sturdy young men on the altar.
The blazing flames were burning so brightly and filled with so much hot temperature that it felt hot even from a distance away...
"The white lotus comes down to earth, and all the people will stand up!"
"Welcome to Master Nantianmen, Master Jiugong!"
A group of dragon and tiger martial artists in white clothes shouted in unison under Huang Jiacheng's instruction.
"Blue dragon on the left, white tiger on the right!"
Amidst bursts of shouting, the two sturdy young men on the high altar took a deep breath. After looking at the stove, they gritted their teeth, and then their voices almost roared out.
After Huang Jiacheng's gesture came down, the two young men suddenly took a running start, and then turned over violently from the altar.
"Old Mother Wusheng gives you fragrance!"
"Be possessed by a god and become invincible in the world!"
After a few moves, they flicked their hands, and then, as if by magic, two bundles of incense appeared out of thin air in their hands, and they boxed around the stove!
"Tiger-Shaped Fist" and "Dragon Fist" fought fiercely by the stove.
After the beating, the incense that had not been lit miraculously ignited. Then they inserted the incense into their chests. After inserting it, they roared again, opened their mouths, and bit into the lit cigarette.
In the firelight.
Zhou Yang's throat trembled when he saw it, these two people are really popular!
Although he didn't swallow it, he chewed it in his throat and made movements while chewing...
Zhou Yang was stunned.
I can't help but want to applaud...
But I didn't expect it.
"You need to improve your movements. Ma Gang, what's wrong with you? Who made you move half a beat slower so that you can do it decently? It's not a somersault like this, it's a somersault like that... And Lin Feng, I told you before
What do you mean, I want that superstitious feeling, you don’t make me feel shocked, what I want is not to be popular, but to make you soar... Do you understand this feeling?"
Huang Jiacheng cursed at the two of them.
And this one——
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know... I think I'm going to watch a show when I go in later..."
"real or fake?"
"real……"
"Wonderful, you did a good somersault over there, are you doing a magic trick?"
"Seems to be!"
"Hey, it would be nice to be closer..."
Outside the stage, the group of extras were whispering to each other, you look at me, I look at you. They couldn't understand the situation. They only saw the two of them doing somersaults on the altar for three consecutive hours, from eight o'clock to ten o'clock.
At one o'clock, after they both collapsed on the ground motionless from exhaustion, they seemed to have not stopped yet.
……………………
Zhou Yang was not nervous at first.
However, being disturbed by those two unlucky guys suddenly made me nervous.
The insane director Huang Jiacheng was very dissatisfied with the two buddies' heeling, and kept trying to use various adjectives to make the two buddies understand what he wanted to shoot.
The two buddies didn't understand. They just turned somersaults over and over again. One time they almost twisted their necks when they somersaulted. Of course, this was secondary. Every time the two buddies took a shot, they would
I had to rinse my mouth, one of them seemed to have his mouth numbed by burns.
From Zhou Yang's perspective as a bystander, there really isn't anything wrong. The momentum and atmosphere in all aspects are quite strong. When he recalls the movie about his original world, the two characters who appeared in it seem to be not much different. No,
Shooting is harder than the original world.
Zhou Yang once suspected that these two buddies had offended Huang Jiacheng in some way, and Huang Jiacheng came specifically to punish them.
"Forget it!"
"That's it, you guys rest first, Xiao Zhou's scene will be filmed first, and we'll cut it to you later..."
"Is Wia ready?"
"Prepare!"
"Xiao Zhou, you go up and get used to it first. We will let you step on the mountain of knives later. Don't worry, we will strictly control it and only bring you up. We won't really let you touch the knives. These knives are also fake..."
"..."
Zhou Yang wore clothes and a hat, then walked up to the altar step by step and sat behind the ferocious statue.
The feeling of coldness was so strong that his mind suddenly went blank and he didn't even know how to take pictures. Then he took a piece of yellow talisman paper, took a deep breath, and then looked at the knives again.
, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that these knives did not look fake.
He took a deep breath and stopped himself from thinking about those messy things.
He closed his eyes and recalled various movie scenes in his mind.
After his heart finally calmed down, he opened his eyes.
"Is it okay?" Huang Jiacheng asked.
"Can!"
"Okay! Let's start..."
"Hmm! No, wait, can you let me think about it again?" Zhou Yang shook his head, as if he thought of something.
"good."
"Can I think at the altar?"
"Okay, you can do whatever you want!" Huang Jiacheng pushed up his glasses and nodded to Zhou Yang.
"..."
Zhou Yang closed his eyes.
Sitting with his legs crossed, he recalled his own character in his mind and recalled similar characters he had seen in the original world. He thought about it over and over again.
He thought of what Master Jiugong was doing, and then suddenly thought of a scene in the world where a singer named Hua Yu suddenly had an epileptic seizure and screamed strangely during a concert. He suddenly opened his eyes!
That feeling is coming!
He wanted to try to blend the two characters together!
"Come!"
"Okay?"
"That's it!"
"good!"
When the light shines on Zhou Yang's side and the camera slowly moves downwards...
Huang Jiacheng made a gesture.
With a trembling gesture, Zhou Yang suddenly took out a piece of yellow talisman paper and read it in a very excited voice.
"Old Mother Wu Sheng sat down in the Nine Palaces and set up an altar in Chaotian Temple to show the power of my magical power and carry forward the power of my religion!"
Huang Jiacheng, who was holding a cigarette and looking at the camera, opened his mouth when he saw Zhou Yang suddenly yelling and his whole body trembling slightly.
Then...
He saw Zhou Yang twisting his body strangely as if he was possessed by something!