Zhang Mingxuan also spent a few days leisurely, no TV, no, sleeping after eating, eating after sleeping, occasionally surfing the Internet and mixing groups, this day is not too pleasant.

Now the group is making noise about the orphanage, the whole Tang Dynasty is singing praises for Zhang Mingxuan, Daomen and Li Shimin, and several cities and countries that popularize mobile phones abroad have also shown favor to Daomen, hoping that Daomen can open a nursing home and orphanage. For these, of course, the Dao Gate was happy, Tang San hid in front to open the way, and the Dao Gate in the back followed closely.

In the pavilion, Zhang Mingxuan looked at his mobile phone and said with a smile: "Tsk~ Daomen won't want to open the nursing home and orphanage to the foot of Lingshan! ”

Songshan, in the side hall of Shaolin Temple, several monks sit on the futon.

An old monk lowered his eyebrows and said: "The story of the thirteen stick monks who saved the Tang King filmed by me in Shaolin was completely suppressed by the Taoist orphanage and nursing home. ”

A middle-aged fat monk said angrily: "Now on the mobile phone, all of them are discussing nursing homes and orphanages, from dignitaries to merchants and civilians are praising nursing homes and orphanages, and there are also a group of Confucian students who write poems for nursing homes and orphanages." The legend of the Thirteen Stick Monks, which I worked hard to shoot for several months in Shaolin, was not cared for at all. ”

An old monk with kind eyebrows inside said with a smile: "Then shoot again, there will always be people's attention if there is more, and the last thing we lack is time." ”

The middle-aged fat monk asked, "Abbot, what are we shooting this time?"

The old monk said: "Ordinary people are still very curious about those things that subdue demons and eliminate demons, so we will shoot the story of my Shaolin Temple monks walking the world and subduing demons." ”

All the monks in the hall were shocked and looked up at the abbot.

The middle-aged fat monk asked cautiously, "Abbot, which monk are you shooting?"

A big monk with a meaty face said with a smile: "The poor monk is the first seat of the Dharma Hall, and he is the best at subduing demons and subduing demons." ”

An old monk shook his head and said, "It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate." The appearance of this brother is too vicious, which is not conducive to my Buddhist image, I think it is better to find an old monk with kind eyebrows. "Very kind to everyone.

A young monk's eyes rolled and said: "Senior Brother Benxin's words are wrong! I think it's better to find a young one, a young, handsome and capable mage is the most in line with the image of the hero in their minds, you see that the protagonists photographed by Zhang Mingxuan are very young." ”

Ben Xin said: "Senior brother's words are wrong! We have different purposes for filming with him, so we can't generalize, I think it's better to be old, and the old mage makes them feel very wise." ”

A middle-aged monk smiled: "I think it's better to be middle-aged, mature and stable without losing edge." ”

One by one, the monks argued in the room, their eyes shining.

The abbot knocked on the wooden fish in front of him and said, "Okay, I have already made a decision." ”

All the monks stared at the abbot expectantly.

The abbot smiled and said, "The senior brother of the heart is reasonable. ”

Ben smiled proudly at the others, and the other monks instantly withered.

The abbot continued: "The old monk has wisdom, mana, and a kind heart, and can enlighten the world. ”

Benxin clasped his hands together and smiled: "Abbot, the poor monk will live up to ......"

The abbot said: "As you wish, this time the poor monk will go out in person. ”

The heart grew with a long mouth, and he looked at the abbot with a flurry look, and the words that came to his mouth were interrupted.

The rest of the monks also looked at their hearts playfully, making you stunned.

The abbot said, "You all go and prepare! Shentong, you come up with the story first." ”

The fat monk Shentong folded his hands and bowed down and said, "Yes! ”

After Zhang Mingxuan was leisurely for a few days, Jiang Jinxi came to the door, looked at Zhang Mingxuan suspiciously, and said, "Have you forgotten about me?"

Zhang Mingxuan stood in front of the door and said, "How can it be? I'm not thinking about a story!"

Jiang Jinxi asked, "How are you thinking?"

Zhang Mingxuan could only say: "I have a clue, give me a few more days, and I will definitely be able to think about it." ”

Jiang Jinxi looked relieved and said, "I'm sorry for you!"

Zhang Mingxuan patted his chest and smiled: "Don't worry!"

As soon as Jiang Jinxi left, Zhang Mingxuan lay back on the bed and said to himself: "I still plan to make a big talk about Journey to the West! Now it seems that he can only push back." ”

However, when he thought of building the Shaolin Temple, Zhang Mingxuan was a big head for a while, and if the Shaolin Temple was really ruined by himself, his reputation would really stink! Who would dare to find himself to shoot television in the future! Isn't this digging a pit to bury himself? How could this Shushan and Kunlun be ruined?

Zhang Mingxuan got up, turned on the phone screen, and entered three words on the document: White Snake Biography.

There was a fight on the screen, and lines of scripts appeared.

More than ten days later, Zhang Mingxuan walked out of the door, and saw Li Qingxuan walking in the yard with Yaya in his arms, looking at Zhang Mingxuan's eyes and shouting: "Zhang Mingxuan is coming, Yaya misses you." ”

Zhang Mingxuan snorted and said, "You think your clumsy deception can still fool me." "Turn around and go.

Walking out of the bookstore, he shouted, "Jiang Jinxi, the script is finished." ”

With a flash of blue light, Jiang Jinxi appeared in front of Zhang Mingxuan, and asked expectantly: "Is it really good? Can you destroy Shaolin?"

Zhang Mingxuan hesitated: "Maybe!"

Jiang Jinxi said: "Show me first." ”

Zhang Mingxuan took out his mobile phone and sent the script over.

Li Qingxuan walked out of the bookstore, his eyes lit up, and asked, "What script?

Zhang Mingxuan said, "That's right!"

Li Qingxuan shouted: "I want to act! I want to act!"

Zhang Mingxuan said: "There is no role suitable for you. ”

Li Qingxuan said pitifully: "I want to act!"

Zhang Mingxuan spread his hands and said, "I really don't have your role." ”

Li Qingxuan's expression was closed, and he snorted and threatened: "If you don't let me act, I'll make trouble for you." ”

Zhang Mingxuan had a headache and said, "Okay! There is a character that is yours." ”

Li Qingxuan smiled proudly and said, "Give me the script!"

Zhang Mingxuan sent the script to Li Qingxuan.

Then he walked to the side and sent a message to Yuchen.

Xiaoyao Shenjun: (smiling) Sister Yuchen, have you had anything lately?

Water Elf: Tell me!

Xiaoyao Shenjun: I'm planning a new TV series, do you have time? I want you to play the heroine.

Water Elf: Flower Thousand Bones has just ended! You're coming out with a new TV so soon?

Carefree God-King: (smiling bitterly) I want to take a break for a while, too!

Water Elf: Send me the script first, and if the story is good, I'll go.

Carefree God: That's for you. There is also a green snake character, if you have a little sister, bring it with you!

Water Spirit: Alright, I'll read the script first.