Chapter two hundred and seventy-eight people grow and hate water and grow east
"Pah! Pah! Go and stay at your twin-tailed ex-girlfriend's house, you scumbag!"
Outside No. 1 Courtyard on Wanshou Temple Road, under the dimmed streetlights, Ge Ge, played by Weng Huaijing, took action with hatred, with a bright red slap on the face of a certain scumbag twice.
Dragging visible afterimages and freeze frames, the camera cuts away from the scumbag covering his face and focuses on the cold woman leaving alone, until her thin back gradually disappears in the corner where the sparse moonlight is invisible.
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"But when love suddenly turns into a grudge,
like filth
Don't mention the silent and smiling rose
A prickly return gift only trusts defense.』
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Following a short piece of "White Rose" BGM, the screen slowly turned to black. A Cantonese male voice with a strong sense of vicissitudes of life was interspersed with faint keyboard tapping sounds. From right to left, four columns were arranged vertically (
Monotype italics) The subtitles emerged word by word: [All conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in dreams, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such.]
"Who am I? Where am I? What did you do to deserve this?"
The breathtaking baritone's three consecutive philosophical questions, the unpredictable wide-angle lens transitions from the blurry and fast-moving flow of people, to the neon light that was rendered grotesque in the post-production process, and the language style of the lens changes drastically.
It is full of alienation, confusion, indifference, loneliness and subtle visual conception. The scumbag who still keeps covering his face seems to have just woken up from a dream, with layers of ghosts appearing on his body. His eyes are full of confusion. He actually slows down for a moment.
For two.
"She and my ex... No, my ex, Miaomiao, is a best friend. I wanted to tell you earlier, but I had to keep putting the Silence-Blinding debuff on me. Alas, didn't we say we had a good conversation? What just happened, suddenly
We broke up... Hey! Bald Donkey... What do those words like a dream come true mean?"
The filter focuses on a dim yellow tone, giving the whole scene a colorful sense of gloom, rendering a dark, low, and depressing atmosphere. The difference between the two people half-length in the painting is obvious: after all, the complaining scumbag is completely dim.
Dark, with frightened and blurred eyes, while the latter, as silent as a house, has an infinite halo above his head, and his forehead is even brighter and brighter.
I don’t want to explain it, but I saw a beautiful rainbow drawn from the fingertips of the monk who was made of virtual reality, sketching out lifelike pictures for the scumbag. Outside the painting, there was a leisurely scene with a strong Baroque style.
The waltz BGM, the ups and downs of cello pizzicato and the viola's main melody, which is almost nasally whispering, complement each other perfectly, telling the vague and ambiguous feelings.
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In the starry silk road, Weng Huaijing and Yan Qing pass by each other as strangers;
In the snowy sky, Yu Ge and Lu Yue are standing in a stalemate, leaning against Can Huan's broken wall and looking at each other;
On the streets of East Chang'an, Ni Ni and the pandas walked side by side hand in hand;
When recording their daughter's love story, Professor Weng and his apprentice looked back and forth shyly;
Under the bright spotlights, Li Na and Suo Leixing embraced each other and danced gracefully;
And not long ago, Gege and a certain unknown scumbag attacked out of hatred.
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These hazy and flashing montage shots use metaphors to symbolize that the confused scumbag has recovered his fragmented memories under the spell of the latter. The smooth moving shots, gorgeous light and shadow tones, and the lingering pathos of music, the two of them inadvertently
The flow of love caused by the touch of fingertips makes the entire memory picture overflowing with the breath of pheromones.
"All dharma that relies on causes and conditions cannot be forced. It is just a phantom bubble in a dream - as unfathomable as morning dew, and as fast-changing as lightning. We must treat everything in the world like this all the time, and must not
By clinging to it we are bound to our originally liberated nature..."
The monologue turned into a hoarse, stagnant bass, and the monk finally answered the question after taking back his power. In the sparse light and shadow, the camera that sometimes got stuck was hidden next to the throbbing shoulders of the confused scumbag, in a kind of way.
A mysterious and mysterious prying perspective hits the face of the "bald donkey" wearing a coarse monk's robe:
The tongue-splitting lotus is annotating the "Diamond Sutra". His brown eyes that can never be crossed by the Buddha exude a trace of clarity, but his tone is full of devilish temptation: "These four verses were told to me by the Buddha.
Yes, you just need to confirm one thing - are you still willing to be with her?"
"I'm sure I am willing. Is it possible to get me back? But we have to agree first. You can't lock me up again in the future..."
With a look on his face that he knew the taste of the marrow and was very happy with it, the scumbag hurriedly agreed. However, remembering his previous experience of being exiled to a small dark room, he felt a little afraid and resentful of being deprived of his life. He shrank and turned around to ask this good-looking man.
The monk who looks exactly like me: "And... don't give me any nonsense (you are me, I am you), you bald guy... who the hell is this monk?"
"I was worried that being sentimental would harm my holy life, and when I entered the mountains, I was afraid of being separated from the beautiful city. I have peace in the world, and I will live up to the Tathagata and live up to you..."
With a wave of his sleeves, the monk transformed into a picture of a lama in yellow standing on the bluestone steps, gazing back. After the shadow faded, he put his palms together in front of his chest, with his fingertips level with his nose. He looked calm and confident.
The frightened scumbag man in Di Chong bowed to Buddha and said: "Living in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy land. Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world."
"But this is the imperial capital..."
The scumbag has mixed doubts about his confrontation with Tsangyang Gyatso: "At the feet of the emperor, at the root of the imperial city, it is a full eighteen thousand miles away from Lhasa and so on."
"It's half past midnight after Lishan's words, and I won't complain when it rains and rains at night. How can I be so lucky to be a man in brocade? I wish that day when my wings are linked together..."
Holding the flower with one finger, a fleeting light flashed in the monk's eyes. After a moment, the image of a young noble man with long Manchu braids and looking at the moon and expressing his feelings appeared again. He continued to say: "We were still (if like the moon)
The end of the wheel is bright and clear, and she does not shy away from the ice and snow for Nalan Rongruo."
"Is that okay? Just because her name is Princess, you won't show me a movie about AI-switched faces, right? It's so out of line..."
Although his attitude was still dubious, the scumbag gradually became more and more convinced as he continued to complain: "Did I ever be an emperor in my previous life?"
"The makeup of dawn has begun to shine, and the snow on the skin is bright, the concubines and fish are lined up in the spring palace, the phoenix flute blows through the water and clouds, and the colorful clothes are pressed again and again..."
Turning his hands to form a seal, the monk patiently complied with the wish of the scumbag, and he reappeared the scene in "Autumn Thoughts on the Dressing Table" by Li Yu (the emperor of poetry through the ages): "The tears of rouge will make you drunk. When will it be heavy? It's natural."
The deposed emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty should also be considered an emperor."
"But I saw that you obviously got her because you played and sang by yourself, right? What's the name of that song..."
The monk's rare lowering of his stance resulted in the scumbag's intensified questioning: "'Daughter's Love'? It's like hitting Gege's Achilles' heel. Is there anything worth saying in it?"
"Amitabha, this is a long story, that's all. Why don't I take you to experience it yourself."
After holding up his palms and concentrating for a long time, God knows, the monk finally gave up on the idea of magical manifestation or physical persuasion. After He Yanyue said the Buddha's name, he grabbed the scumbag and disappeared under the dim street lights. The screen went black again and crackled.
The subtitle card that appears takes over the transition:
[In the third year of Zhenguan (AD 629), Monk Tang received the guidance of Guanyin Bodhisattva and followed Taizong Li Shimin's order to go to the West to obtain the true scriptures. He went back and forth for seventeen years and traveled 50,000 miles. He finally achieved the true result and retrieved the true scriptures, which he transcribed at Yanta Temple.
The scriptures spread all over the world, and in the later Tang Dynasty Sanzang was named "Zhan Tan Merit Buddha" by Tathagata Buddha.]
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"Long before you were born, I originally had the identity of Tang Sanzang. Sutras, laws, and commentaries were called Tripitaka. Only those who have chanted many Buddhist sutras and commentaries are qualified to be called this name..."
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The monk's mellow and magnetic monologue was paired with the lazy and decadent cello pizzicato to restart the scene. At the beginning, there was a grand ceremony of a water and land meeting with a high altar and a banquet. Master Tripitaka, wearing a purple and gold cassock, sat on the lotus platform.
Guarded by Arhats on the left and right, there were neither sorrow nor joy, satirizing sutras and chanting verses. Hundreds of officials and eminent monks gathered in front of the hall, all with solemn and solemn expressions, listening to the Perfect Dharma with compassionate hearts.
The overall tone is a bit dark, and the constantly shifting horizontal shots are later upgraded and edited to produce a visual effect where the flow of time is almost stagnant, which actually creates an indescribable sense of loneliness for Master Tripitaka who is giving lectures on the Banquet Sutra. Of course, Tang Monk's picture
The handsome face that originally belonged to Qian Dejun in his youth was seamlessly replaced by Yan Qing by the powerful AI face-changing special effects.
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"But in fact, only I know that my name is Tang Sanzang, who hides feelings, desires, and people, because I have been away for one thousand three hundred and eighty-seven years, but my dusty heart has never been able to get out of that place that is only a few hundred miles away."
The Western Liang Women’s Kingdom…』
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The Buddha's light comes from the west and shines on all living beings in the world. However, the Buddha of Sandalwood Merit and Virtue, who has achieved enlightenment and ranks second in the class of immortals, is not happy. The sea of fog is vast and the smoke is vast. He stands at the corner of Lingshan Mountain all day long and looks eastward, leaving only a lonely and forlorn scene for the camera.
His back, the sun rising and setting in front of him, the clouds rolling in and out, made the bass monologue look extremely desolate.
A scene of yellow sand flying all over the sky transitions, and the camera moves down the sparkling Canglan River. In the sunset, Tang Sanzang wades through the water in a frail cowhide boat, and then shuttles through the lush and lush river.
The dense rainforest, the last plaque with a small seal script on the national gate ("West Liang Women's Kingdom") hanging high, and the city tower filled with five-color flags in the gaps between the female walls are slowly reflected in the painting curtain.
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"When I was closest to her, the distance between us was only 0.01 centimeters. I knew nothing about her. Six hours later, I fell in love with this woman..."
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The golden screen is colorful, the jade mirror shines brightly, and a group of female officials in the Five Phoenix Palace worship Danchi. They all encourage the king to adopt the strategy of recruiting wives. The later seamless integration is based on Li Na's first acquaintance in "Pause for Today"
With Lei Xing's demeanor, the Queen of Xiliang, with eyebrows as green as feathers and skin as smooth as mutton fat, seemed somewhat noncommittal.
When Tang Monk, who has red lips, white teeth and delicate eyes and clear eyebrows, stepped onto the white jade steps of the imperial court to pay his respects, the Queen was also amazed by his majestic appearance and majestic appearance. Suddenly, a pair of beautiful and affectionate eyes cast her eyes towards the front of the palace, while the imperial disciple of the Tang Dynasty, who abided by etiquette,
As he was waiting to hand over the customs clearance documents with great fear, he didn't even raise his head, so he didn't dare to look at the pretty girl from Xiliang, whose face was lined with peach petals and whose hair was piled with golden phoenixes.
In the slightly vibrato monologue, the camera gave a close-up of the scene where the two people's fingers were intertwined. The queen's eyes were looking down at her in a charming and charming manner.
The scene of a man obsessed with a woman complaining about the emergence of lust is extremely full.
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"I still remember that night when the grand master asked me to admire the national treasure at night, but he took me to the daughter's palace, entered the inner room, and stood on the eighteenth bluestone brick from left to right, two minutes and forty-seven.
Seconds later, perhaps out of politeness, she rolled back the bead curtain at the door and walked towards me."
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It was a dark and windy night, and the female officer held a lantern in front of her and led Tang Sanzang through several secluded galleries. Accompanied by the sad and lingering sound of the viola, several scenes of Linghu Chong exploring Dongfang Bubai's boudoir at night were cut into the monologue: a pair of
The grasshoppers hesitated on the path paved with bluestones.
However, after several bursts of jade music, the fragrant fragrance and auspicious air bloomed. Two slender green fingers of spring bamboo shoots lifted up the bead curtain. The queen of Xiliang smiled beautifully, her lips were opened, and her silver teeth were exposed. Her willow waist was slightly spread, and her lotus
He moved slowly towards the camera.
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"In the middle of the night, alone and resentful, I quickly explained that the Grand Master asked me to appreciate the national treasure. Unexpectedly, she immediately asked me: "Am I still not a national treasure?" The biggest advantage of being a monk is that when I don't want to talk,
You can close your eyes, close your palms, and say: "Amitabha.""
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In the camera, Weng Huai is looking forward to the bright and beautiful things. The red silk is slanted and colorful, and the high hairpin is emerald and emerald. In the monologue, Tang Sanzang is being pressed by the Queen of Xiliang, who has a beautiful open mouth and rosy cheeks, until she retreats and sits on the beauty platform.
In front of me, one was happy and eager to be married, one was worried and only wanted to worship Buddha; one wanted to have a wedding with flowers and candles, and one wanted to meet the World Honored One at Xiyu Lingshan; one hoped to grow old together in harmony, one was hiding his love to nourish his spirit; one was longing for the daylight.
As a couple, one of them just wants to get off the Internet and run to Leiyin.
The camera zoomed in on this world-famous painting inch by inch, and finally focused on Yan Qing's face, where his eyes were looking at his nose, and his nose was looking at his heart. As he kept chanting Buddha's words, he unconsciously shed several layers of glistening sweat on his forehead. The ethereal and sad soundtrack started to wander again at the right time.
Pushing this hidden and restrained emotion to a climax, the atmosphere is full.
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"I don't know how many times I said "Amitabha" that night, and I don't know whether I said it to her or to myself. I told her: "Our Buddhism has nothing in the four realms. From the beginning, I was destined to cross the mountains and go to the Western Heaven.
Learn the scriptures, so that there will no longer be killings and strife in the world, and there will no longer be crazy men and resentful women in the world."'
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The smoke from the furnace in the Kirin Hall is billowing, and the reflection of the peacock screen is reflected in the room next to it. The color is still a blur of ambiguity woven together by the bright red that symbolizes publicity of desire and the dark yellow that suppresses human nature. In the nagging monologue, Tang Sanzang, who is sitting on pins and needles, keeps moving and dodging.
The Queen of Xiliang followed closely, playing with the tips of her green silk hair. The fragrant breeze she brought about made the gauze curtains sway slightly, adding a bit of wonderfulness to the slow-motion camera that was always in a voyeuristic perspective.
A sense of haziness.
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"She laughed at me from the side: "You said the four elements are empty, but you closed your eyes tightly. If you dare to open your eyes and look at me, I don't believe that your eyes are empty." I didn't speak, and I never dared to look at her. Because I knew..."
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The scene turns black again, and the swaying viola main melody rises and falls, vividly rendering the looming and tentative throbbing between the Queen and the Tang Monk. The window lattice and the light and shadow of the bead curtain reflected on the two of them are like
It is a cage that locks their lust, so that Master Tripitaka’s final words from his heart can only be heard in the form of a blank subtitle card: [You cannot see sentient beings when you look at her, and you cannot save others if you save her.]
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"Fortunately, she finally stamped the customs clearance document. When it was almost dawn, I knew that I should leave, the kind of escape... After leaving the gate of my daughter's country, she chased me and asked: "I
Brother, I am willing to make you the richest man in the country and make you my husband. Tomorrow I will ascend to the throne and be crowned king. After I become the king, I will eat all the wedding banquets. Why do you change your mind?"
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It is rare to see a panoramic shot of Tang Monk driving his horse to say farewell: three eaves and a cape shaking the sky, five-color flags reflecting the imperial steps, six dragons spraying colors to help the chariot come out, two phoenixes driving the chariot, goldfish and jade pendants supported by many officials, and precious buns
The female volleyball team of Yunhuan, the mandarin duck palm fan covering the chariot, the emerald bead curtain shadowing the phoenix hairpin, the sheng song was beautiful, the strings and the pipes were harmonious, but the Queen of Xiliang couldn't stop crying in front of all the civil and military officials who were seeing her off, and she fell to the ground with tears like rain.
Among the fancy cars and BMWs.
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"I lowered my head and still didn't dare to look at her. I made a layman's palms-together salute behind me and told the only lie in my life - "If there is an afterlife." Later generations will praise Master Tripitaka for not being deceived by beauty. I am the only one.
You know, some people will lose their Buddha mind after just one look."
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The sound of plucking strings outside the painting carries a trace of helplessness and sadness, like the mysterious and unpredictable manjus and sandalwood blooming on the other side. It is ethereal, confusing and penetrates the heart. The monotonous plucking of strings is like an unchanging fate. The rhythm has already been preset, every three
The waltz shot, the end is the starting point, like a dream bubble, seems to be telling the impermanence of the world, such as separation, such as not being able to love, such as the reluctant eyes before leaving but having to miss each other's pain.
Silently, he clasped his hands and bowed to say goodbye. When the scene changed again, Tang Sanzang, wearing a white horse and cassock, had returned to a state of neither sadness nor happiness. As he rode fast towards the west, the only sound in his ears was the noise of the wind.
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"I have moved forward step by step through the other eighty difficulties I encountered on the way to the West. I have also met many people who want to marry me, and many who want to make fun of me, but what they like is just the cultivation of Jin Chanzi's reincarnation.
That’s all, but I’ve never met a woman like her again.』
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Thousands of thoughts finally turned into delusions. Amidst the colorful and harmonious monologues, the swirling yellow sand and the bitingly cold snow peaks filled the screen. One person and one horse continued to trek through mountains and rivers towards the west sky. Thin clouds cut off the tight west wind, and the cranes roared far away.
Xiu Shuang Lin Brocade, after experiencing the hot summer months and the frosty scenery of autumn, but seeing that time flies like an arrow and the sun and the moon fly by, I finally rushed to Daleiyin Temple without any trouble.
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"Although I went round and round and took many unnecessary steps, I finally arrived at Lingshan. Suddenly I felt very sad. I always felt that there should be two people standing here! Maybe every monk has gone through this stage - learned a little bit about the three-legged cat.
Buddhism just wants to know what is hidden behind Daleiyin Temple... I really want to tell him: "Maybe when you climb over Lingshan Mountain, you will find that there is nothing special. Looking back, you may even feel that that side is better."
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The bleak bass monologue brought the scene back to the vast sea of fog in Lingshan. Tang Sanzang, who had become the Sandalwood Buddha, stood alone on the top of the mountain and looked eastward, with the sun rising and setting in front of him, and the clouds rolling in.
Yun Shu returned, but this time the picture was blurry as if it were covered with a thick layer of frosted glass.
The crackling sound of typing produced a subtitle card for the fourth time: [Those passing years, as if through a piece of dusty glass, can be seen but cannot be grasped. He has been thinking about everything in the past. If he can break through
That piece of dusty glass, he will go back to the long gone years.]
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"Life is like a chess game, and you have no regrets about your moves. But if I were to see that woman again, I would definitely say one thing to her: What about the power and wealth, what about the rules and regulations, why don't we start over~"
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After the last monologue was finished, the frosted glass shattered with a bang, and he appeared out of thin air on a small stage with sparse light and shadow. The scumbag who was forced to dream suddenly found that he had regained his ability to move and had changed his clothes.
He was wearing a black knitted beanie hat and a baseball jacket with the New York Yankees logo printed on it. The brim of the hat was pulled down low, and he actually held a slightly yellowed acoustic guitar in his arms.
The monk next to the scumbag had his violin on his shoulder, and there was a faint glimmer of wisdom in his eyes: "When I found out that I had jumped out of the six realms of reincarnation, and was immune to birth, old age, illness and death, I decided to incarnate as a god and reincarnate to look for her~"
"What a joke, this is obviously the 1986 version of "Journey to the West" co-produced by Dean Qian Dejun and Teacher Zhao Lei..."
Two lines of clear tears flowed out. The scumbag was no longer confused, but his nature of complaining was still hard to change: "Why do you want to make people cry for no reason..."
"Do you realize the power of this palm..."
Turning his hands over and making another seal, the monk who had tolerated this person for a long time finally revealed the other side of his angry Vajra: "Do you still want to win her back?"
"Okay, Elder Tang, please put away your (Mighty Heavenly Dragon). I understand, what is the king's power and wealth, what are the rules and regulations, why don't we start over..."
When he saw that this scumbag man was born with walnuts - a typical tough guy, he immediately flattered him and said, "So we two have to work together to give Princess another "Daughter's Love"?"
"Wait a minute, let the poor monk disguise himself and sing this song "Daughter's Love" to her 364 days out of the 365 days in a year. It may be effective, but today is a little different. Weng
Huai...um...Gege's birthday happens to be November 9th, so we have to change to a new song that is more suitable for the occasion..."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to his forehead, and the monk instantly grew short black hair. The black coarse cloth monk's robe also transformed into a close-fitting tailcoat. After resting his head on the Paganini cannon again, he rushed out every word.
Looking at the camera and saying: ""Happy Birthday"~"
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?????—New version of dividing line—?????
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ps:《yumeji’s theme》
pure music
Composer: Umebayashi Shigeru (うめばやししげる)
Album included: 2002, "In the Mood for Love" original soundtrack