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Although she had heard that the film crew had been haunted recently, she hadn't seen it herself, so she didn't really believe it.
"Sister Li, it's really been haunted lately. Vampires and zombies are appearing at night. You have to be careful, they bite and they're very fierce."
Wang Xian'er opened her mouth, stretched out her little hand, and imitated a zombie, reaching out to grab Li Zhi.
"Xiaoxian, don't scare me, I'm easily frightened." Lizhi was already feeling a chill run down her spine.
“It’s true, there were vampires last night, but the police covered it up.” Zhang Xueyou chimed in, adding in a threatening tone, “Especially beautiful women like you, your blood is sweeter and you’re the most attractive to vampires.”
Lizhi subconsciously wrapped her clothes tighter around her chest, as if afraid of attracting vampires or zombies.
"Little Master, you must be so busy!"
"A full-time monk, a side job of acting, and a part-time job of catching ghosts—it's too hard."
Lizhi looked at Long Yan with eyes full of approval.
The young master is a man with ideals, ambition, and a sense of responsibility.
Wang Xian'er noticed that Li Zhi's eyes were strange!
560 Sister Li, you can't be obsessed with the little master!
"That's it for the day, everyone hurry home."
Director Cheng Xiaodong urged them on, fearing that some bizarre event might occur again tonight.
Wang Xian'er and Li Zhi also went to the dressing room to remove their makeup and change out of their period costumes into normal clothes.
When leaving the film set,
It was already past 2 a.m.
No paranormal events occurred tonight.
Long Yan, carrying the little mongrel, got into Wang Xian'er's car and returned to the hillside sea-view house.
"Layman, you can change back now."
Wang Xian'er said to the little mongrel.
She stared intently at the little mongrel, trying to figure out how the dog had transformed into a human.
"Wang~"
The little dog barked once, but didn't change immediately. Instead, it transmitted its voice to Long Yan:
"Please don't stare at me, it will make my transformation more difficult."
Upon hearing this, Long Yan seemed to be deep in thought.
This is what makes Taoist arts so interesting.
It's actually harder to perform under the watchful eyes of the public.
It's like Schrödinger's cat.
Without observing it, it exists in both dead and alive states simultaneously.
Once you observe it, it can only exist in one state.
Because of Wang Xian'er's observation, the perception that the little mongrel was a dog was imposed, making it more difficult for the hermit of the thatched cottage to transform from a dog into a human.
"Sister Xian'er".
Long Yan patted Wang Xian'er on the shoulder.
The moment Wang Xian'er turned her head, the little dog transformed back into the hermit of the thatched hut, regaining its human form.
As for how it became that way, that remains unknown.
Long Yan couldn't figure it out either, because there was no logic to it.
This is the wonder of Taoist arts, so mysterious and profound.
As Lao Tzu said, "I do not know its name, so I call it the Tao."
"How did it turn back!"
When Wang Xian'er turned around again, she found that the little mongrel had become a hermit in a thatched hut.
She didn't see anything, what a pity.
“Layman, could you transform again so I can see?” Wang Xian’er asked.
The hermit of the thatched hut shook his head and stroked his beard:
"No, the patriarch has a rule: one should not display magic in public unless absolutely necessary!"
"Once the little monk has learned it, you can have him perform it for you."
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082 Maoshan Magic: Paper Cranes! Mastered in a Second! Stunned Lam Ching-ying
"Miss Shishi, is this where you live? It's really too small."
After the little dog was restored to human form, the hermit of the thatched cottage observed the environment inside the house.
Although these were all novelties he had never seen before in ancient times.
However, he felt the house wasn't very spacious.
"Layman, this is a house of over 200 square meters, and you still think it's too small?"
Wang Xian'er never expected that her multi-million dollar sea-view apartment would be disliked by the hermit of the thatched cottage.
"Of course it's small. There's not even room to fight," the hermit shook his head and said.
“Miss Shi Shi, please don’t misunderstand. I don’t mean to look down on you. I’m already very grateful that you let me stay here.”
However, Wang Xian'er still felt that her house was being looked down upon.
"Little master, do you think this house is small?"
Wang Xian'er asked Long Yan, since Long Yan was also a martial artist and should have needs related to martial arts training.
"Sister Xian'er, you're not a child anymore."
Long Yan shook his head. He had lived in rented rooms of only a dozen square meters, so this large, single-level apartment of over two hundred square meters was already very comfortable.
At the same time, he comforted Wang Xian'er, saying:
“In ancient times, the hermit of thatched cottage lived in a villa with pavilions and towers, which is different from our modern life. That’s why he felt it was small.”
"That's not right. The hermitage is called a thatched cottage, so why does he live in a villa?" Wang Xian'er was puzzled.
Long Yan smiled and said:
"The layman does live in a thatched hut, but there is a hidden world inside the thatched hut. Once you go in, it is actually a separate garden."
"Little monk, you know this too? Is it written in an ancient book?" The hermit was very surprised that Long Yan even knew where he lived.
Long Yan nodded, but he wasn't looking at ancient books; he was watching a movie.
It was for this reason that Long Yan classified the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage as a terrestrial immortal.
After all, being able to create a cave dwelling in a small thatched hut, and contain Mount Sumeru within a mustard seed, is something that ordinary people cannot do.
Wang Xian'er seemed to be deep in thought.
"I think I understand now, like this."
As she spoke, she turned on the television.
The small television set began to play a wide variety of images.
"Miss Shi Shi, so you also know Taoist arts!"
The hermit of the thatched cottage looked shocked and incredulous.
He took the scenes and people on the television as real.
Inside the tiny box were towering mountains, rivers, lakes, and even living people.
"This is far more magical than my thatched hut!"
"What a stroke of luck!"
"It must be a magical treasure!"
The hermit in the thatched hut was completely stunned as he watched the television.
Seeing the hermit's reaction, Wang Xian'er couldn't help but laugh and said to Long Yan, "Little Master, don't expose me yet."
Then, she took out the remote control and started changing channels, teasing the hermit and letting him experience the power of technology.
"With a mere gesture, the world changes color!"
"It's so amazing!"
When the hermit in the thatched hut saw the images changing on the television, he felt a sense of upheaval; it was truly awe-inspiring.
at this time,
A Japanese samurai appeared on the television screen.
The hermit's expression changed drastically!
I suddenly felt nervous!
"Fusang Demon King, prepare to die!"
The hermit in the thatched hut raised his sword and stabbed at the Japanese samurai on the television screen.
His goal was to eliminate the Fusang Demon King.
So when they saw a samurai on TV dressed like the Demon King, they subconsciously assumed that was the Demon King and attacked the TV with their sword.
Wang Xian'er panicked. That was her 46-inch color TV; if it was damaged, she would have to buy a new one.
Fortunately, Long Yan stopped the hermit of the thatched cottage and explained:
"Layman, you've mistaken him for someone else. This isn't the Fusang Ghost King; he's just an actor on television."
"Television?" The hermit was bewildered; it was the first time he had ever heard of this term.