Squeak!
The rusty iron gate was closed, and Lin Zheng casually pulled out an itchy rake from a bucket by the door.
The gesture of holding the target was like holding a mahogany sword.
"Close-up!"
Mai Junlong shouted at the cameraman, and the camera instantly focused on Lin Zheng's hand.
Lin Zheng's hand was like a sword, and then he scratched the itch.
“……”
Mai Junlong's pupils constricted.
Although this was just a small detail, Lin Zheng had acted out the feeling of the last Heavenly Master, and…it was very similar to Ninth Uncle holding the peach wood sword back then.
However, it was a little heartbreaking.
The itch-scratching rake was not a traditional target. It actually had a hilt and a blade. Although it was made of wood, anyone could tell that it was modified from a peach wood sword.
Or perhaps, this was a peach wood sword, but because there were no zombies, Ah-Jiu had made it into something to scratch an itch.
If the zombies were gone, why would he keep the mahogany sword?!
This was the desolation of a heavenly master.
However, from the way he held the sword, one could still see the pride and unwillingness in Ah-Jiu's heart.
One detail highlighted her superb acting skills.
The eyes of all the actors around who had some acting skills lit up, but strangely, they did not make a sound.
After all, this was a real shoot.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Lin Zheng was scratching his back with a mahogany scratching rake. He yawned with his mouth wide open, looking very tired.
Coupled with slippers, shorts, and pajamas that she had worn for an unknown period of time, she felt lonely again.
He had just returned home from work.
Such a two-point line had already become his daily routine as the last Heavenly Master.
Perhaps it was because the scratching was not very comfortable, Lin Zheng switched to using both hands. He held the mahogany sword hilt with both hands and scratched his back quickly. His body could not help but straighten up. He subconsciously stretched and walked to a table piled with countless ancient books and newspapers.
A huge Eight Trigrams bronze mirror was hanging on the wall.
Beside it was a mural of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
The entire room was in a mess. All kinds of objects were piled up on the ground, but Lin Zheng seemed to not see it. After scratching the itch, he put the scratching rake on the table. A box of matches had appeared in his hand.
The cigarette was already in his mouth.
Whoosh--
The flame from the match seemed to reflect Lin Zheng's face, which was covered in makeup.
As he took a deep breath, Lin Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly amidst the smoke.
"Hu ~~~"
After exhaling the smoke ring, Lin Zheng smiled and walked to the mirror.
He seemed to be stroking his beard, but his eyes were flickering.
It was written in the script that the last Celestial Master, Ah Jiu, could see ghosts in the mirror.
It was obvious that Lin Zheng was not just looking at the mirror. When he lit the match, he had already seen his " guest ", which was why he revealed so many interesting details!
Lin Zheng picked up his beard brush and dipped it in some foam before he prepared to shave his beard.
Although he was down and out, he still maintained the appearance of the last Taoist master.
It was just that she couldn't find her razor.
He began to look around, and the mess in the house was once again well shown by the camera.
This was all to show off Lin Zheng's identity.
The environment in the room, coupled with the fact that he didn't even know where to put his razor, completely highlighted the kind of life he was living.
Lin Zheng finally found a razor in a mess. There was foam at the corner of his mouth and a cigarette in his mouth. The moment he raised his hand in the air, the mirror…seemed to have changed again.
Squeak!
Lin Zheng bit his cigarette, and this time, he finally stopped looking at the mirror. Instead, he stared at his own dining table.
There seemed to be a family of four eating in harmony.
Lin Zheng bit down on the cigarette. The cigarette ash grew longer and longer, and the smoke seemed to be straight. However, Lin Zheng's eyes became extremely sharp, as if…he could devour people.
"Crack!"
Mai Junlong held the loudspeaker and shouted loudly, waking everyone up from their daze.
Then, a prop master rushed into the set.
Pa!
Lin Zheng, who was immersed in the plot, was almost sent flying by a prop master.
Of course, there was a reason for this.
When filming a supernatural movie, the director would shout," Cut!" at the end of every chapter.
According to some legends in Xiangjiang, ghosts liked to watch shows. As long as there was a show, ghosts would gather.
These things are passed on by word of mouth. I heard that they will tell each other that someone is playing us.
It would even make a strange sound to indicate that the person had acted wrongly. Therefore, at the end of every shoot, the director had to shout "Cut" loudly to inform the "Ghost Brothers" present, This was just an act.
" Cut." It was a reminder that people were just acting and had no intention of offending.
And the actors had to move and come out of their previous state.
Sometimes, if an actor was too immersed in the scene, the entire atmosphere would be very heavy and strange. After shouting cut, the actor would smile to indicate that the scene had passed. The process of acting was heavy with Yin Qi. After acting, the scene must be restored to Yang Qi.
However, once an actor was still in a daze, someone had to pull him back!
The prop master just now wanted to pull Lin Zheng up.
After the director shouted cut, some actors did not move. At this time, someone would pull them forward to prevent the Ghost Brothers from being absorbed in the actors 'bodies.
Moreover, it was not good to stay on the set for long. Usually, they would lock the door and leave immediately after filming.
The film set was a place for work, especially when filming a horror film. One should never spend the night on the set because those things liked to watch the show at night.
"Are you back to your senses?"
The prop master looked at Lin Zheng, who hurriedly waved his hand."Yes!"
"That's good!"
“ok！”
The prop master gestured at Mai Junlong, and a bright smile appeared on Mai Junlong's face.
"Pass!"
"Perfect!"
"A scene with no lines actually passed in one take!”
The key was the first scene. No one had expected such a situation.
Qing Shui Chong was also watching Lin Zheng's performance on the monitor. After watching it, he gave a thumbs up as well. The other actors around him started clapping, especially Qian Xiaohao and the others. They looked at Lin Zheng with admiration.
They were probably the only ones who knew.
The first scene, especially the supernatural scene, was definitely a test for the actors because of the difficulty and psychological pressure.
Lin Zheng, on the other hand, had used such silent acting skills to bring the daily life of the last generation of Taoist masters to life.
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