In the outskirts.
The sun was setting in the west.
The film crew's car drove for a long time before stopping at the foot of a hill. A bus and three small props with about 30 people alighted.
This mountain did not have an official name in the official records. The locals called it Little Qingshan, because there was a Qingshan Temple on the mountain. Beijing's scenery was not as good as the beautiful places in the south. However, Little Qingshan was an exception. The scenery was pleasant and the temple was very popular. Every year, many people would come here to burn incense and pray to Buddha. Of course, there were also many film crews like them who came here to film.
This was not an ordinary place.
Little Qingshan was very famous. Qingshan Temple was also very famous.
If one were to ask which mountain was the tallest here? The locals would definitely point to the same place. Well, Fragrant Hills a few kilometers away.
If one were to ask which temple was the most popular here? The locals would definitely point to the same place. Well, Fragrant Hills' Zhao Temple a few kilometers away.
If one were to ask what Little Qingshan had to do with Fragrant Hills?
If one were to ask what Qingshan Temple had to do with Zhao Temple?
Well, actually these few places had no connection at all. Let's change the topic!
The main cast did not come. They did not have any scenes today, so they had already gone back to rest. Director Jiang walked in front and discussed the scenes with a few important supporting actors. The Assistant Director was directing the moving of the props. The stage crew was the busiest in a film crew. Not only did they have to be busy preparing things, receiving people, carrying lunch boxes and being chauffeurs, they also had to move things for a change of scene like this. Piles of equipment were carried down from the car by a few stage crew members and then moved up the mountain. Not mentioning the knives, guns and sticks, just the few cameras were not easy to carry.
The stairs were very high, about a hundred meters. They curved upwards.
"Little Zhang, quick, help your old bro up!" Yao Jiancai had just climbed a dozen steps when he was panting. His big belly was bouncing up and down. It was very strenuous.
Zhang Ye helped him up, "Your stamina is lacking."
Yao Jiancai bragged, "To think that I, your old bro, was the physical education class representative in school. I'm not in form today. I've been filming all day. If not, climbing a few hundred meters in one go would be like playing a game." After panting a few times, he said, "Don't talk about me. Just from those few moves of yours of yours, you're even worse than me!"
Zhang Ye smiled without saying a word. He did not explain either.
Halfway up the mountain, Director Jiang waved his hand and shouted, "Stop, let's set up the equipment here and distribute the props!"
Everyone got busy. There was a scene on the mountainside. Clearly, it was being filmed here. This scene happened to be Zhang Ye's character, "Young Hero Chen".
The assistant director came over and asked worriedly, "Teacher Zhang, can you do it?"
How could Zhang Ye say no? He said firmly, "I'm fine with it. We can start filming anytime." He did not even take off his costume. He took the sword from the props and was ready to go.
The martial arts director stood beside him and said, "What's so good about you? You haven't even mastered that move yet. Sigh, before the cameras start rolling, you should practice some more. Once the cameras start rolling, every wasted shot will cost you a cent. If the director isn't happy, he'll definitely replace you." He was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Although he kept saying that Zhang Ye could not do this or that, he still spared no effort to help him.
Zhang Ye began practicing.
"Teacher Zhang, you can do it."
"Yes, you just need to practice more. It's not difficult."
A few Beijingers who knew Zhang Ye were cheering him on.
In their hearts, Zhang Ye was a very powerful figure. In the literary field, he was an invincible person in Beijing. Unfortunately, he had fallen from grace. Zhang Ye had been banned by the television station, so he had no choice but to come to film. And it was even a martial arts film. To them, this was clearly Zhang Ye's shortcoming. Although Zhang Ye was gradually growing, his actions were still not very beautiful. A few of them knew that it was difficult for Teacher Zhang. He was a literary writer, but to make him wield swords and guns was indeed difficult for him.
However, there were also people in the film crew who looked down on Zhang Ye.
"If you don't have the ability, don't do it."
"In a while, we will definitely waste a lot of footage. Sigh."
"Isn't this delaying things? We are all waiting for the cameras to stop rolling. With him delaying things, who knows what time we will film till today. "
"Forget it. Let's not talk about it. It's not easy."
Not long after, a few machines were adjusted and everything was ready.
Director Jiang sat beside Camera 1, "Alright, let's begin!"
The antagonist who was acting with Zhang Ye came up. He held a sword and stood at a predetermined position.
Zhang Ye took a deep breath and walked over. He stood at the position that the martial arts director had told him. Everything was ready.
Director Jiang gave the order and the cameras started rolling!
"Young hero Chen?" The antagonist was alarmed.
Zhang Ye smiled and said his lines, "My surname is Chen. I don't deserve the title of young hero."
After a few words, the two of them began fighting. Zhang Ye's role was that of a helper in the protagonist's camp. This was a direct recording of the fight. Before this, there should have been some foreshadowing by young hero Chen. However, it seemed like it would have to be filmed in the future. Filming a movie rarely followed the sequence of the plot.
Close combat!
Flashes of swords!
Originally, this scene was for Zhang Ye to take the enemy's life in ten moves.
However, on the second move, after Zhang Ye blocked the sword according to the predetermined movements, he followed the martial arts director's movements and delivered a kick. However, this kick was a little too accurate. It couldn't be helped since Zhang Ye knew kung fu and the skill book he had eaten was already deeply ingrained in him, so it wasn't that easy to reverse the situation. His kick was aimed at the villain's Achilles' heel. This was a reflexive action of Zhang Ye's. After he delivered the kick, he knew that it wasn't going to be good, so he purposely deviated a little and reduced his strength.
"Stop!" Director Jiang said angrily.
The Assistant Director also said, "Why didn't you follow the moves?"
The antagonist smacked his lips, "Teacher Zhang, you should have kicked down a little more, then you could have lowered your body. How did you let me slash at you?"
Zhang Ye thought to himself that if he did not retract his strength, you would have been sent flying by this bro's kick. How could you slash at me? Isn't that bullshit!? However, he did not say a word. This was not a real fight, but a movie. Zhang Ye's actions were indeed not done properly.
Following that, the cameras started rolling again.
Once …
Twice …
Thrice …
Zhang Ye followed the moves this time, but he felt that the moves were too awkward. He could not exert any strength. His hands and feet were limp. He was not satisfied with it, so Director Jiang naturally would not use such a scene!
"What the heck!" Director Jiang's temper was not small. He was annoyed, "Do you know how to fight? You can't even do such a simple move? Is it very difficult? "
F * * k!
You are yelling at me?
Two thieves who fought me with knives were beaten to the ground by me! I don't know how to fight?
Zhang Ye looked at him. People who knew him knew that this fellow's temper was much worse than Director Jiang's. He did not give in to anyone!
The Assistant Director tried to smooth things over, "Teacher Zhang is a cultured person, so he would definitely be lacking in fighting scenes."
Director Jiang remembered that this person was recommended by Zhang Yuanqi, so he sighed, "Let's try again."
However, many people in the film crew had their opinions. This Zhang Ye was too useless. There were still a few more scenes, and he still had to go up the mountain. How long would this take?
At this moment, four to five people suddenly came down the mountain!
"Who are you?"
"Who allowed all of you to gather here?"
"The monastery is a tranquil place! Please leave immediately! "
They were a few bald monks. They were dressed in monk robes and were holding poles in their hands. They did not look like they came with good intentions.
The set had already been lit up, so it could be seen very clearly. The Assistant Director was stunned, "Young masters, we have already informed your abbot a month ago. We will be coming to film this month. The sponsorship fees and related contracts have also been drafted. Just ask your abbot and you will know."
Everyone could not be bothered to look down on Zhang Ye's lack of strength. They all looked at the monks.
A young monk's face turned cold as he held his pole tightly, "Half a month ago, our abbot was changed! Now, all unauthorized people are prohibited from entering! "
Zhang Ye was speechless upon hearing this.
The abbot was changed? Since when did monk temples have a competition for positions?
The Assistant Director frowned, "But we have already decided. This scene is very important, so it can't be missed. We will only film for a day and leave tomorrow."
The young monk said, "Not even an hour! Leave immediately! "
The little monks at the back formed a circle and surrounded the mountain path.
Yao Jiancai said, "Where is your abbot? Get him to come down. We will talk to him. "
"The abbot is meditating! It's not convenient for him to meet guests! " The young monk looked like he was impervious to everything. His expression was also very arrogant. He did not think anything of them, "I'll give you ten seconds! Leave immediately! "
Ten seconds?
They couldn't even move the things down!
Director Jiang was also infuriated, "Bring me to your abbot!"
The young monk stared at him, "Didn't you hear what I said? The abbot is meditating! There's still six seconds! Aren't you leaving? We will help you leave! "
Monks are so unreasonable?
What kind of monk is this!
The film crew was furious seeing this!
"How can you be so unreasonable!? We won't be leaving! "
"What are you going to do? You want to hit people with poles? "
"I've been to so many temples, but I've never seen such unreasonable monks like you! Come on! Try hitting me! I want to see how you will help us leave! "
Ten seconds were up!
The young monk did not say a word and smashed down with his pole. With a kacha sound, he smashed the lantern on the mountainside. The lantern frame also fell and rolled down the mountain. Along the way, it nearly hit Zhang Ye, who had not provoked anyone, and nearly hit him!
Zhang Ye's face turned cold!
The other film crew members were also enraged, "What are you doing!?"
Another slightly older monk in his twenties also swung his pole, wanting to smash the camera!
At this moment, the martial arts director stood up. He took out a sword from his prop and went forward. Ding, it clashed with his pole. Just as the martial arts director was about to make his next move, the young monk's pole flicked and hit the martial arts director's stomach, sending him flying!
"Ah!" The martial arts director rolled down the stairs!
An actor and two stage workers happened to be below. They hurriedly caught him, allowing the martial arts director to stabilize himself. If he had fallen, even if he didn't die, he would be half-dead. There were tens of meters of stairs below!
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