As night fell, the temple that had been renamed Lanruo Temple was filled with people.

That night, no one studied, practiced, or went to bed. Almost all the people and ghosts in the Lanruo Temple were dispatched and concentrated at the gate of Lanruo Temple.

In front of Lanruo Temple, under the dark blue night, Wang Zheng stood first. Looking at the broken but tall stone tablet in front of him, and the three big words that were already slightly decaying, he nodded with satisfaction.

Then, Wang Zheng walked towards the stone tablet and fiddled with his hands to the vines growing on the stone tablet, which seemed a little yellow and dilapidated. The expression on Wang Zheng's face was even more satisfied.

At this moment, Wang Zheng pointed his feet gently, and his whole body fell lightly on the tall stone tablet as if he was melting into the wind.

Wang Zheng, standing on the stone tablet, stomped his feet under the gaze of everyone and found that although the stone tablet was corroded by magic, it was very solid here, with a sense of time that has been through vicissitudes but is still firm.

Feeling the unmoving motion under his feet, Wang Zheng suddenly turned his head and smiled:

"The vine summoned by grandma's wood-type spell, coupled with the corrosion of junior sister Ma's dark magic, directly met my expectations, good, good, good."

Three of them were good in a row, and they directly expressed Wang Zheng's satisfaction with this stone tablet without any concealment.

The initiators of everything - the tree demon grandma and Ma Yi, had no arrogant expression on their faces.

Indeed, for them, such means are just small means.

"Boss, I've checked all the props. I'm sure there is no problem. Don't worry, old man! When will we start shooting?"

At this time, Nangong Tiezhu's extremely unsociable voice suddenly rang out, his tone was full of expectation and tension.

After following Wang Zheng for a long time, he naturally knew that the knowledge in movies was much better than that in TV series.

Therefore, although he hoped to start shooting as soon as possible, he was inevitably a little nervous. After all, a qualified photography is really important during the shooting process.

Although Nangong Tiezhu has already made two tricks, he is still very nervous when facing the movie.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zheng jumped down from the tall stone tablet and glanced at Nangong Tiezhu: "I'll start shooting tonight, are you satisfied?"

Nangong Tiezhu rubbed his big hands excitedly, but at this time, Wang Zheng glanced at the audience and said:

"Miss Ping'er, Brother Li, please let the two of you change the actor's clothes first."

"Lights, props, photography, everyone is here to take care of them, and prepare to take the first scene of the first scene of the Ghost Story in the Chinese Girl!"

"Old Xu, you, a third-level strongman, are indispensable during the shooting process, so you can follow me."

"Tiezhu, please greet the photography team, don't make any mistakes for me."

A series of orders were issued by Wang Zheng in an orderly manner, and with Wang Zheng's order, the vast crew also took action.

The actors changed their clothes, the camera began to look for cameras, and the magician hid in the dark to prepare to use magic to arrange the scenes, and the crew members retreated one after another.

For a moment, there were only a few people left in front of the huge Lanruo Temple.

After seeing everyone's crew members acting in an orderly manner, Wang Zheng directly pulled over a simple chair and sat down.

Then, Wang Zheng turned to look at Xu Kang and said, "Old Xu, you scholars should have the means to remotely take imaging, right?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Kang nodded with a serious and curious expression.

Seeing Xu Kang's statement, Wang Zheng pointed to the photographers who were looking for their respective positions: "If I want to sit here, I will see what the contents of their photo stones are recorded. Can this be done?"

Xu Kang pondered for a moment, then nodded with certainty. Seeing this, Wang Zheng snapped his fingers and said:

"I'll trouble Lao Xu like this. I'm so curious about your scholars' methods.

Speaking of which, scholars use literature to understand the world through reading the books of the sages, and carry magic through poetry, songs and essays, which is like a combination of magicians and cultivators.”

When Xu Kang heard this, he laughed and shook his head: "My friend is still a scholar, and his understanding of scholars is only on the surface."

As he said that, Xu Kang did not explain much, but after a moment of pondering, the surging literary energy burst into flowing lights.

Half of the streamer shot into the lying stones shot into the hands, and the other half turned into circles in various directions in front of Wang Zheng.

Looking at the apertures, Wang Zheng knew that once the photo stone was activated, he would definitely see the content of the photo stone being photographed in the circle.

"This method is no worse than that of technological equipment."

Wang Zheng nodded with a smile. As for Xu Kang, he said that he didn't understand scholars? If he didn't understand, he wouldn't understand. Anyway, he never thought of becoming a literary monk.

Seeing that under the means of a third-level strongman, he was surrounded by apertures, Wang Zheng seemed to feel that only today he was like a real director.

Instead of staring at every detail on the set as before, he just needs to pay attention to the content in the aperture to easily judge the flaws and shortcomings during the shooting process.

Seeing that the cameramen were already in their place, Wang Zheng looked at the sky with the moonlight and said to Ma Yi beside him:

"Junior Sister Ma, the wind, cold fog and darkness start fighting."

Upon hearing this, Ma Yi nodded, and then took out a transparent magic wand with rich magic waves from everyone's side.

The staff pointed to the void from afar, and Ma Yi began to chant magic spells with obscure syllables. The staff was nothing else, but it was Wang Zheng who came from Xiang Tianhan...

This staff is not simple either. The body is made of elemental crystals with excellent magical properties. The top of the staff is inlaid with several excellent magic crystals inlaid with a mysterious magic array combination.

There was even lightning surging on the huge white** crystal in the middle. It could be regarded as a treasure by Xiang Tianhan, who was at the peak of the second level, and it was obvious that the quality of this magic wand was extremely impressive.

Accompanied by her singing, the wind rose and the fog came, and a dark aura mixed in the wind and the fog.

Amid the clamor, the wind blew the yellow leaves all over the ground. They were born by the tree demon grandma with wood-type magic. Otherwise, there would not be so many fallen leaves in Lanruo Temple.

The faint white mist mixed with the aura of darkness and soon filled the air.

The entire Lanruo Temple became extremely gloomy under the magic of Ma Yi.

Looking at the door of Lanruo Temple where the atmosphere changed drastically, Wang Zheng looked at the sky again: "The moon is bright, but the sky is too bright. Lao Xu, please help me!"

Listening to Wang Zheng's unsightly tone, Xu Kang glared at Wang Zheng fiercely, but he still shook his sleeves and the literary energy turned into golden small characters to cover the sky.

In an instant, the sky became much darker.

Of course, this gloom is limited to the vicinity of Lanruo Temple. Xu Kang has not yet had the ability to truly change the celestial phenomena.

Bang!

Looking at the gloomy sky, Wang Zheng slapped his hands with satisfaction and held them together. Looking at the camera position that was already in place, Wang Zheng took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "A Chinese Ghost Story, turn on the computer!"

As Wang Zheng's voice fell, illusions were generated in several apertures in front of Wang Zheng.
Chapter completed!