Chapter 189 Mental Illness? 【Subscribe】
The page opened, and a beautiful short-haired beauty appeared in the center, with a large line written below: "Queen Snow Eagle's return to the first film "Allure" will start shooting soon!"
Fangzheng glanced at it, but didn't take it seriously. He dislikes celebrity gossip the most. Everyone has their own life, looking at other people's privacy, this is not a good habit.
After closing the page, I continued to read the Buddhist scriptures.
In the blink of an eye, another few days have passed, and Fangzheng's little life is still uneventful...
On this day, the calm mountain was broken.
"This is too heavy, change someone else."
"Who looked for this place? Such a high mountain doesn't even have a ropeway. Oh, my waist..."
Fangzheng heard a mess of voices, and came out curiously to check. He saw a large group of people carrying boxes of things up the mountain with their shoulders and hands. One of them, Fang Zheng, looked familiar, with a long face. He seemed to be someone from the film and television company who had been to the temple before.
Although these people complained endlessly, they were quite motivated. There are also many people, and after a short rest, they were carried to a distant place.
Fangzheng set up the awning and took a look. It was indeed far enough away. As long as there was no cannon shooting over there, it probably wouldn't affect his cleanliness. After watching the excitement for a while, Fangzheng chuckled, went back to chant scriptures, and went to knock on the wooden fish.
The squirrel, on the other hand, was very curious and followed him to watch the excitement. The lone wolf and monkey didn't know where to go, and Fang Zheng didn't bother to care about them.
At noon, Fangzheng came out again, and saw a large banner propped up, which read: "The shooting site of the large-scale fantasy drama "Allure"..."
""Allure"? Could it be that it plays a woman?" Fangzheng shook his head, not taking it seriously, and went back to chant scriptures.
At night, the monastery suddenly ushered in a strange guest.
"Where's Xueying?" Director Yu put down his wine glass and asked with drunken eyes.
"That's right, where's Miss Xueying?" Lin Dongshi also asked.
"Xiao Liu, you are Xueying's manager, where is she?" Director Yu asked.
Xiao Liu also looked confused, and said: "I didn't see it, she was still here before, by the way, she said she went to the bathroom."
"How long have you been there?" Director Yu asked.
"It's been an hour or two..." Xiao Liu found out with difficulty that something seemed to be going wrong! Xue Ying's old problem seems to be committed again, this is another run away!
Director Yu said in astonishment: "This... is this running away?"
Xiao Liu spread his hands helplessly, with an expression that you understand.
Director Yu smiled wryly and said, "It's okay for her to leave, but let me say hello anyway. What should I do if something really happens in this remote mountainous area? Get in touch quickly, Xiao Liu, don't stay here, find Xueying , you can stay with me."
Xiao Liu hurriedly called, and the result: "The phone you dialed has been turned off."
As soon as they heard that the phone was turned off, the whole production crew went crazy! The first lady in China's film and television industry, world-class movie star Li Xueying is lost! The phone is still off! If something goes wrong, then the sky will fall!
For a while, everyone was in no mood to drink, and Director Yu even shouted: "What are you doing in a daze? Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find Li Xueying. Anyone can get into trouble, but she can't!"
The originally lively start-up party was blown up in an instant, everyone dispersed and went to find someone.
But at this moment, on the One Finger Mountain, in the One Finger Temple, Fangzheng was dressed in white, standing under the Bodhi tree, looking up at the sky, looking at the moon in the sky through the gaps in the leaves.
At this moment, a beautiful figure appeared at the gate of the temple. This person was wearing a black shawl and a pair of big toad mirrors. Only thin lips and a snow-white chin could be seen. Judging from the figure and clothes, this person was a woman.
The woman stood at the door, and suddenly stopped, quietly looking at the white-clothed monk under the bodhi tree in front of her, as if she was overwhelmed by this beautiful picture scroll.
Without any light and shadow effects, without any superfluous whitewashing, a relatively still picture, beautiful and refined, just looking at it, her troubled heart also calmed down. In fact, the moment she walked into the monastery, her disturbed mood calmed down a lot. After seeing this scene, she finally felt relieved.
At this moment, the little monk dressed in white who looked like a holy monk spoke. The woman was obviously a little nervous, as if looking forward to it, hoping that the little monk could say a scripture? A Zen speech?
However……
The little monk suddenly laughed, and said with a little eagerness: "Squirrel, I heard that you brought some new snacks back today, share them with the poor monk?"
As soon as these words came out, the woman froze in place. The beautiful picture scroll before seemed to explode in her heart with a bang! What about the good scriptures? What about good Zen words? Where is the holy monk? How did you become a foodie?
The woman couldn't help sighing, and muttered: "After all, you are a layman. Where can a real Buddha come from in this world?"
Fangzheng was taken aback when he heard the words. Normally, he would close the gate of the temple when it was dark. At this time, he was alone in the entire monastery, and the rest were animals. He was also the most relaxed time. However, today, he forgot to close the door, unexpectedly, there was a woman's soft whisper in his ear, which scared him so much that he thought he had seen a ghost!
Fangzheng turned his head, just in time to see the woman standing at the door, and then glanced at the ground, there was a shadow, not a ghost! Fangzheng breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his hands together, stepped forward and said, "Amitabha, benefactor, it's getting late at night, and the temple is about to close."
"Oh." The woman nodded, but she didn't intend to talk to Fang Zheng at all. She stepped into the temple and didn't go in to worship Buddha. Instead, she sat under the bodhi tree without saying a word.
Seeing this, Fangzheng was also full of doubts. Did he encounter a mental illness? Going up the mountain in the middle of the night and wearing sunglasses? How did she go up the mountain safely without falling off? Amitabha became a Buddha, really blessed by the Buddha.
Fangzheng saw that the other party didn't speak, and he didn't want to make fun of himself. If you don't say anything, I will pretend that you don't exist.
So I came under the tree, continued to look up at the top of the tree, and said, "Squirrel, you are so fat, why don't you eat less? Share some with me for supper. Tomorrow, the poor monk will not be willing to eat willows." How about taking out the wormwood buds and giving you a taste?"
The woman thought that when this young monk saw outsiders, he would act like most monks, pretending to be a master, approaching him for a conversation, or a fortune teller, and at the very least, he would also speak a few Zen words to communicate, showing his own Dharma profound.
Never expected that this little monk is so different, she ignored him, and he just treated her like air! Continue to go its own way and ask for pine nuts. It's just that this guy is looking at a bodhi tree in the middle of the night, muttering for pine nuts, isn't it too weird? Will there be squirrels on the Bodhi tree? Even if there is, can people understand what you say?
"Could it be mental illness?" Thinking of this, the woman moved to the side to keep her distance!