After a while, Qin Guan walked out of the make-up shed. He was wearing an indigo robe made of coarse cloth and his hair was shaved, but he didn't look out of place at all.
Qin Guan looked calm and his eyes were clear. Even the coarse hemp robe couldn't hide his unparalleled elegance. His white leggings and coarse hemp ropes made him look like a pious ascetic monk.
He was wearing a pair of white and grey monk shoes and a pair of loose grey monk trousers, which made him look very professional.
Lin Zhiying, who had just finished his last scene, walked past the directors. Yu Min, who had looked down on Qin Guan the most, waved at him.
Lin Zhiying was a little confused, but she still walked over. When the two of them got together, even Director Zhang Jizhong was a little surprised.
Compared to Lin Xiaosheng, who had once been popular in Taiwan, Qin Guan's elegance made him look a little dim.
Qin Guan seemed to have noticed something. He gave Zhang Jizhong a reassuring smile. Qin Guan withdrew his aura and the dazzling light went back into his body.
He didn't move an inch, but the directors could only see that Qin Guan's facial features had become more handsome. His aggressive aura seemed to have dissipated in the air.
Qin Guan smiled again. He felt warmer and more peaceful all of a sudden. The Buddha nature in his mind was on full display.
In the mountains of Zhejiang, the fog was gentle, the mountains were green, and the birds were chirping. The little monk in front of her seemed to have just finished his morning lesson and came to the mountain path to chat with a pilgrim. He said, "Amitabha …"
His voice echoed in the air, lingering in the mountains and rivers, silently changing the scenery and inspiring the tourists.
"Great!" Yu Min, who had looked down on Qin Guan the most, patted his thigh and shouted, "Xuzhu, little monk, do your best!"
"This actor came at the right time. We won't have to miss the next scene. Hahaha …"
Hey! That's not what you said just now. Where's your integrity?
Lin Zhiying walked back to the lounge with mixed feelings. His agent handed him a bottle of water.
As an actor in many idol shows, this was the first time Lin Zhiying had met a man more handsome than him on the mainland.
He had thought that those who were more handsome than him weren't as cute as him, and those who were cuter than him weren't as handsome as him. However, the actor who played Xuzhu was much better than him, even though he didn't rely on acting.
He felt a little stifled.
Qin Guan had no time to think about that. He was watching the martial arts directors demonstrate the movements of the next scene.
His first scene after joining the cast had to be very enjoyable. It wasn't just a simple martial arts scene, but a set of scenes that tested the actor's skills in all aspects.
When the young martial arts director finished, Qin Guan nodded at him to show that he had learned all of them.
The Henan man, who came from the hometown of martial arts, asked in surprise, "What are you playing? Newcomers can't show off. Even if you have experience in martial arts, you can't do it. "
"This is the opening scene. You're the only one in it. If you don't get a good result, you'll have to start all over again. How much time and manpower will you waste?
"If you were to do it again two or three times, the entire crew would not be kind to you. You joined the cast late, and you're not familiar with them yet. Do you still want to blend in with the crew in the future?"
Qin Guan analyzed the situation with the simple man and patted him on the shoulder. "I know. That's why I'll try to finish in one take."
The young martial arts director looked at Qin Guan's back as he left. God is fair. This guy is too good-looking, but his brain is useless.
Qin Guan arrived at the shooting site and walked up to the director under the gaze of all the actors and staff.
"Director Zhang, I'm ready!"
Director Zhang Jizhong was a little surprised. The surrounding set designers and assistants were also very strange. Did he remember the action so quickly? That's not a script. He can prepare beforehand.
"Okay, let's start the shooting."
The two directors, who had never worked with Qin Guan before, wanted to remind the director that he had to try to get a feel for the camera.
Zhang Jizhong didn't say anything. He turned on the camera.
The breeze on the mountain blew up the hem of the little monk's clothes, allowing him to blend into the scenery. Pure white mist rose from the rather humid hinterland of the col, making the entire mountain scenery a bit misty.
"Ready! Three, two, action!" The camera started rolling. Qin Guan's first act was about to begin.
He stood outside a pavilion full of weeds. On one side was a cliff, and on the other side was a path. He started practicing his boxing skills as if there was no one else around.
The gentle background music, the steep mountain above Qin Guan's head, and the flowing river under his feet added an artistic conception to the young monk's performance.
Not only was the director impressed, but the young martial arts director, who had tried to dissuade Qin Guan, also fell into a daze.
Qin Guan's boxing skills were as smooth as floating clouds and flowing water, as if he had been practicing them for years.
Qin Guan looked serious and pious, as if he was not practicing the most basic boxing skills in the temple, but the most supreme skills in the martial arts world.
Zhang Jizhong moved the camera slowly along with Qin Guan's movements until only Qin Guan's handsome face, which was full of boundless Buddha nature, could be seen.
Qin Guan's monk robe fluttered in the breeze as he finished his morning practice.
Qin Guan wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. He felt that there were still some flaws in his boxing skills, so he repeated a few more movements before leaving the cliff.
Qin Guan went to a small pavilion where there was a crooked tree as thick as a bowl. All the staff members were attracted by the actors on the set. Their heads followed Qin Guan's movements.
"Camera No. 2, turn the camera to me!" Director Zhang Jizhong said in a low voice.
Qin Guan's face and the ancient tree were in the frame of the camera.
The little monk felt that he might have succeeded in his studies. He secretly cheered himself on. Then, he raised his fist and heavily punched the crooked tree.
"Ah!" With a roar, he punched hard. Two or three blue veins popped out on Qin Guan's shaved forehead. Everyone was waiting for the tree to fall, but Qin Guan's resolute expression changed and he withdrew his hand.
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