After Getting A Job in the Nether World, I Became Famous

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The ghost didn’t even notice that Lan He had cracked, and he continued to explain: "This performance has been played twice. The first two times were not so big, but they were very popular, surpassing the most popular "Yan Luo" before. , It is said that the actor was also thrilling to get the material for the creation. You wait, there will be a lot of Allegro insults later, and ask him to change Huangquan Road to Laoye Road, especially cool. And the living person who came to save the master, In order to thank the old man, Tate burned his inexhaustible paper money, and a big house, so envious, I really want to be supported by living people..."

Song Futan: "..."

...And his business here? Yes, he was indeed present.

But the so-called burning of paper money did not happen. It was only for food. This is purely artistic exaggeration.

Song Futan expected to stop drinking ghosts when he was young, but thought he would say a few words. Who knows he just wiped the looming tears: "Balance is not so used, hey, this broken thing is also included Mianlian..."

Song Futan looked at him as if he was wronged, he was arranged, but he didn't have to say it. It was a little funny, which made him feel better. "So, do you have any opinions?"

"Forget it, everyone is very happy, and it's okay to play the joke." Lan He thought, the first play he had taken before going to school was audited. It was so sad at that time, so don't do this evil Ghost.

Song Futan smiled shallowly, and the two of them really finished reading "The Impermanence and the Ghosts".

The ghosts came to the curtain call, and Lan He applauded. Although they didn't know what they had compiled themselves into, the singing was really good, and the image was quite powerful...

Looking closely at the ghosts caught by Lan He, they bathed in the applause of the ghosts and bowed repeatedly, starring in a loud voice: "Thank you for the applause, the old man threw his head and king!"

With that said, he took off his scratched head and dropped it.

The lonely spirits and ghosts watching the drama are scrambling, just like grabbing flowers, maybe what good luck does this represent in the ghost drama?

"...!" Lan He was unprepared, even immersed in the warm atmosphere, suddenly looked up and flew out, almost whispered, but fortunately held it, his heart jumped, "Go away! This is scary ...You!"

It stands to reason that there is only one living person in the audience.

Song Futan was also a little puzzled, but I was not afraid, but he still accepted Xiaolai's offer, "Okay."

Lan He slowly calmed down, leaving no filling at all, and walked back with Song Futan.

The two sat on the steps at the entrance of the side door of the monastery and talked about trivial matters. Lan He felt that the tension in the crew's pivotal work some time ago had gradually disappeared. Both were more relaxed and happy than when they were alone.

In other words, Lan He was wearing a waistcoat, and he was even more arrogant when he was in constant trouble.

A monk passed by and saw Song Futan sitting alone in the dark doorway. He seemed to be saying something to no one. He watched cautiously for a long time, "Amitabha, Mr. Song, do you want to help?"

"No need." The doorway was enough for the two to pass side by side, but Song Futan stood up and gave his debut to the monk.

The monk walked sideways carefully from where he gave up, and said in his mouth, "Borrowed, borrowed."

——It's just like walking through the ashes of paper money. It can be circumvented. It can't be circumvented, so I borrowed it, so as not to disturb the ghosts. The monk knows that Song Futan often sees ghosts. Although he can't see it, the door seems inevitable. There is a ghost.

Lan He sighed that the monk of Juehui Temple was still of good quality. Also, I heard that he must have a college degree.

"I think they are monks, how can they be polite and respectful to you, what should you count at most, laymen?" Lan He said curiously.

Song Futan said: "If there are lay Buddhists who have been studying Buddha for thirty years, would it be necessary to pay homage to a teenager in his twenties because he shaved himself as a monk? The monk is just practicing in the temple. If he practices improperly, That's just a fool who shaved his head."

Lan He laughed straight, "It makes sense, ha ha ha ha--"

He laughed halfway, and the door behind him suddenly opened again. Several monks were behind, headed by the immobile mage, as well as Sikong, Siming, and the monks who had previously passed by.

Lan He saw the figure of the immovable mage, stopped laughing, and almost choked on his saliva. "Cough!"

Siming said with vigilance: "What is Futan doing here? We heard that you are facing the ghost at the door and talking to the ghost."

The smile on Song Futan's face has not completely faded.

When Siming saw this, he looked at Lan He's position again. He was puzzled. Neither he nor Sikong had the same physique as Song Futan. He couldn't directly see the shadows without any practice or special circumstances. But he felt a little stronger, and felt that there was a very yin atmosphere around Song Futan. However, Song Futan looks very relaxed, even in a good mood.

He couldn't help but squeeze the rosary, "Why are you still laughing, terrible, what ghost can seduce you?"

Song Futan: "..."

The passing monk saw Song Futan like this and ran to complain.

Fortunately, Xiaolai didn't listen to it after listening to it, but just floated up and leaned aside.

The gaze of the unmoved mage turned around Lan He.

Sikong also thought that Song Futan didn't seem to smile for the first time, "Brother and be slow..."

"Mage." Song Futan had to introduce, "This is my friend."

Siming: "!!"

He was shocked, meaning, made a ghost friend? really?

Since he knew Song Futan, why had such a thing happened, being harassed by ghosts, it is clearly Song Futan's biggest trouble in his life, and he has been in danger of life and death countless times.

Although he couldn't see the ghost, he almost shouted. Master, the red lotus is sick and was irrigated by sewage? Having kept the original intention for more than twenty years, or have the ghosts become obsessed?

As everyone knows, the mage still nodded, "Yes."

"Mage is good." Lan He greeted embarrassedly. He and the unmoved Master met for the third time, and just spoke. Moreover, the Master's eyes are too penetrating, and he always reminds him of the class teacher. The stick in his hand is like a teaching pointer, and there is no reason for awe.

The sight of Qing Lingling, the unmoved mage, looked almost unremarkable, but his attitude was quite good, and he said, "I'm impermanent."

In this way, not to mention Siming, even Sikong was a little surprised.

In this way, Song Futan is next to Yin Fu, and he is not malicious to Song Futan, but Master's attitude towards Yin Fu has never been better.

Siming also thought about the last two days, and suddenly he was thinking about it. He said that no brothers and sisters were familiar with Yin Yan, no, this is the "that" Yin Yan?

If so, no matter how these two became friends, at least they looked at Fu Tan's face to help him.

Seeing Lan He somewhat dare not talk to himself, he smiled and said, "Why don't you have to be impolite, you are a guest when you come."

"Thank you Master." Lan He was a little unbelievable. The old monk was so fierce, but his attitude was much better than he thought.

But when the old monk came out, Lan He felt that he could not stay, "That, Master, it's not early, I will go back first."

"I'll send you." Song Futan said immediately.

Looking at the figure of Song Futan who was going to send a ghost, he thought thoughtfully and thoughtfully: "Master looks at him differently, it seems that it is because of Fu Tan, loves the house and Wu Wu!"

Master Fudo knocked him with a stick and scolded: "Lu Feng, a swordsman must present a sword, not a poet who does not say a poem. This impermanence knows where it is stronger than you."

Siming scratched his head and hissed his scalp. Hey, what kind of character is this impermanence, Master still likes it so much.

Song Futan gave Lan He a ride until the intersection.

"Thank you, Xiao Song." Lan He said, thinking, oh, yes, his name.

"You're welcome." Song Futan turned his head to look at him, only to think that it should be said first, "My name is Song Futan."

"Sandal sandalwood? Song Futan... I remember." Lan He's heart moved slightly, yes, he was still in his waistcoat.

He actually wanted to take the initiative to say his real name to this new friend. Even he was taken aback. Since he was very young, he had never confessed to ghosts with outsiders. I never take the initiative to involve the yin and yang things together, and always wear a vest and be confused.

It was only after the part-time impermanence that he was given this special experience. The special friend was also the only one. There is no precedent for reference.

"I'm gone, come here, bye." Song Futan didn't know what he was thinking. This time it was easier for him, and he was determined to meet again.

"Well... Okay." Lan He tangled in his mind, think about it again, maybe now it's too awkward. Furthermore, it is very different to interact with people, with the strange monsters like Hu Qiujiu girl, and the **** like Lao Bai...

But don't say, the three characters of Song Futan are pretty good. It sounds like the smell of sandalwood.

When Lan He was full of sorrow, there was suddenly a voice whispering below: "Why do I tell your girl name, you can't avoid it. He told you the name, you are happy to listen."

Lan He was startled and turned to look.

I saw a fox face in the bushes, uttering words.

Lan He couldn't recognize his face, but recognized his voice before he thought of Hu 79. Who would know that she was right next to her, "Girl 79? Why are you here..."

He was a bit skeptical that Hu Seventy-nine followed him, how long it took to separate.

Hu Seventy-nine slowly limped out of the bushes, and Lan He realized that she looked terrible. There was no meat on her legs, her tail was also broken, her blood was dripping, and her face suddenly changed, "You What's wrong?"

"Hey..." Hu Qijujue said weakly, "Has been robbed, and happened to meet you."

Lan He reached out to help her hit one of the wounds, "Robbed?"

"I live in the nearby Shangqiu Mountain. I wanted to send money and food to Miaogan Mountain. By the way, I saw the elder girl to see if I could find an errand." Hu Qijuu took a breath in his breath and gritted his teeth. Tao said, "You don't know. The money and grains from our four gate altars should be cleared every day and reported to the lady. Then uniformly distributed to the fairy families.

"I was a writer immortal. I just sent a part of Yang's family to Qianliang. I left Yang's house this time, and I still sent the money to me. My money and grains were all posted with Miaoganshan's number. It’s known to all, who knows that in the middle of the world, a yellow knife with a thousand knives hides her body, but I sniffed it out, it’s the Huang family! This fellow not only dared to steal the money presented to the mother, even wanted to dig My Nedan, if I didn’t escape fast..."

Huang Pizi refers to Huang Xian, Weasel, and count the most evil in the four gates. The capital is so big, the four gates of the fairy family know each other's roots and no one knows. No wonder the robbery has to hide its shape. Unfortunately, Hu 79 is also very sophisticated, and he still sees the other party's future.

Besides Neidan, the four gates have different methods of spiritual practice. Some worship the moon and some close. Many of the Humen will practice alchemy. This is the body's vitality and the way of doing things. The generation, you can think of its importance.

Miaoganshan is too far away. Hu 79 knew that there was a monk here in Juehui Temple recently, so he fled over and wanted to borrow blessings, but also feared not to be too close, and did not want to encounter Lan He-she still I thought that Lan He said that the people of Juehui Temple were old and fake, but I didn't expect to have a good relationship. I'm here to say goodbye.

Although Lan He didn't know the key points, he could see the original bright Hu 79, which was beaten like this, "This robbery is too ruthless, and your tail is broken."

"He hurt his leg and organs." Hu Qijuan stared at his tail. "I cut this tail myself."

Lan He was shocked, what operation was he to cut off half of his tail, "What?"

Hu Seventy-nine hated and said: "Our Hu family has Qiu Biqian. Although we don't know his identity, we swear today. As long as I find out who he is, I will definitely take revenge!!"

Lan He inhaled secretly, no wonder that Hu Huang was very evil, and Hu 79 was so fierce.

Lan He missed her nails before saving herself, and said, "Is that guy still following you? Or I will take you to the temple to rent it. My friend is there and I can take you in. Or, I will take you up to Miaoganshan ?"

Hu Qijujuan turned his face, whining, "I still owe the money of Miaoganshan. If I lose it like this, my tail will be cut off. How can I have a face before taking revenge. If there is a good incense at this time, It must be easier to use than any false care."

Lan He: "..."

false? Does your family know? ?

Hu Qijuan's eyes secretly glanced at him, and said: "I only have to rest and rest, and I will go to seek revenge as soon as I recover, and I don't know if I have a life and come back, if there is a beloved support, I might be a little relieved. I will die in the future."

Lan He: "...Is it so miserable? I know, I will take you to incense."

There is a certain amount for every drink and peck. He took Hu 79's nails and saved himself once with his nails, and it was his turn to repay his gratitude.

Hu Seventy-nine is a bit exaggerated, but for these immortal families, it is really important to eat and worship. The usual merits are to change this, so-called gods rely on human spirits.

...

Lan He took Hu Qijuu back to his apartment. "Wait, I'll find it... I remember I still hung the incense, I don't know if it's okay."

Fortunately, it has been hung out, Lan He took a small Xiangshan to Hu Hujiu to eat.

Hu seventy-nine swallowed, bulging and said: "Can you build a Fortuna Tower for me, just to the right of your door, it is the white tiger. Although we Hu Xian doesn't love the Fortuna Tower, the repair is still To repair, this is a respect for Hu Xian, Yang Family’s Caishen Building was built especially large, with brick and tile structure, but unfortunately you didn’t see it in another house. Hum, some people played poorly, just one Broken wooden box, what do we do, dog?"

"I'm just leaving you for the healing of the incense for a while. I didn't say that I would like to top the fairy. You can't be found in my house." Lan He ruthlessly broke Hu Qiujuan's fantasy about the magnificent wealth building, "and this house is not mine It is rented by the company, and the Fortuna Tower cannot be repaired on the right side of the door, which will block the fire escape and pose a safety hazard."

Hu Seventy-nine: "............"

Hu Seventy-nine Committee complained agrily: "There must still be an incense burner..."

Incense is rice and elixir. The incense burner is not just a rice bowl, but also has a sacred meaning. She can't let her eat it empty-handed every time. Furthermore, for the Xian family, the incense ash in the incense burner, but it is called furnace medicine, is very useful.

"The incense burner can be bought, but my family can't put it on." Lan He played for so many years and made it very clear. "I'll get you a stainless steel rice bowl, you will just have a look."

I thought I was going to take advantage of it. Unexpectedly, I only got a stainless steel basin. Hu Qijiu sighed a long time: "Ah... alright."

Lan He looked down for a while, and suddenly asked: "Are you a canine, can you use deworming inside and outside Flynn?"

"?" Hu Qijujuan: "What is the difference between you and the person who uses the box as the Fortuna Tower?!"

"It doesn't make any difference," Lan He said frankly: "What else do you need, I will prepare it for you together, lest I be absent, what you lack."

"Ah? Where are you going?" Hu Seventy-nine said nervously, wouldn't he chisel paper money at home every day and rub the incense? Shouldn't the little transparent actor just take a long break after shooting a scene?

"I'm going to join the group again in a few days." Lan He said. "This room will be left for you. I will be back for more than a month. You shouldn't lose hair in my house. If it falls, use a cleaning robot to clean it up. , Would you use it?"

"Qingmeng Geometry" has been turned on long ago, and his plays are all piled up.

Hu Seventy-nine: "............Oh, it will work."

Ok? Lan He asked again: "My kitchen pipes seem to be blocked. Will you get through?"

Hu Seventy-nine: "............"

...

In the past, Lan He was about to go to Chen Xingyu's home for an appointment. Hu 79 was arrogant to go with him. "Ben Xiangu has seen Chen Xingyu's play and hasn't seen her deity yet! Ben Xiangu wants to see a beautiful sister!!"

Lan He: "..."

Suddenly he thought of it. The eldest girl said that her mother felt that Chen Xingyu was beautiful, and she gave Miaomiao to her.

Lan He showed her nails of girl Hu: "Is it possible to see the nails of a pretty sister?"

Hu Qiujiu Ping paralyzed on the clean floor: "I'm not too happy."

Lan He was unimpressed: "How old are you, call her sister. They are all crippled, with only half a tail left, don't think about running around."

It takes hundreds of years to cultivate what you do before you can become Hu 79.

Hu Qijuu originally thought he was taking advantage of the situation, but now he was stabbed one by one, and wept. She should have known that since the roast of chickens, she can’t take advantage of this impermanence, “I beg you, Ben Xiangu will not come out, so she hides in the matchbox and looks at the beautiful... beautiful grandchildren.”

Lan He barely agreed.

Hu Qijuan went to the matchbox and Lan He took her to Chen Xingyu's community. The environment here is very good. It is said that there are many people in the entertainment industry.

Lan He also saw free-range peacocks in the community. Even if the peacock ran when he saw Lan He, he did not know that he was simply afraid of strangers, or too spiritual, afraid of the taste of Hu 79.

If there is anything bad about this, it is that the building is too difficult to find, and I don’t know how to design it. The distribution is very confused. It’s not that the residents came in and blinded them. Lan He had to call Chen Xingyu and call Lao Lin down. Pick him up.

"Come, oops, our house is ringing your singing every day now, and I must be more happy to see you Miaomiao." Lao Lin hugged him, patted his shoulders, and walked home together.

Lan He smiled and asked a few words about Miao Miao's current situation. He was chatting. Lao Lin saw a man who made an eyebrow at Lan He and then shouted, "Song Dao, come back?"

——Director Song Qiyun and Song also have a house in their community. Chen Xingyang’s upper play is his. Lao Lin is also the joint agent of Chen Xingyang and Chen Xingyu. Everyone is an acquaintance.

"Oh, Xiaolin." Song Qiyun nodded. "Just came back."

"Song Dao, let me introduce you, Lan He." Lao Lin pulled Lan He closer, "My brother, a very good actor, just finished shooting "Chase" directed by Liu Yanyang, male second, you Have you heard of it? Liu Dao ordered it, according to the star he chose."

Lan He had some exposure before, but he hadn't burst into Song Qiyun's field of vision. He only knew that after ending his drama, Chen Xingyang went to shoot Liu Liuyang's male one again. And a few days ago, the crew was still playing Hu Xian, Liu Liuyang asked him to recommend a monk.

All day long, someone wants to recommend Song Qiyun to an actor or self-recommendation. He has watched too much, and never listens to others blowing, only trusting his own eyes. Seeing Lan He's first glance, he felt, um, good temperament, good bone appearance, suitable for the screen.

And he knows Liu Yanyang's vision, can participate in acting, and his acting skills must pass. It was Lao Lin who was so enthusiastic and even said that Xingyang was selected according to Lan He, making him think that these two people are really related. "Yeah, I haven't heard of you talking about this younger brother before."

"Yeah, no, Xingyu asked him to be a guest at home." Lao Lin generously said, "Song Dao, add a WeChat. In the future, I will take my brother to the audition for a suitable role."

Lao Lin and Chen Xingyu were really grateful to Lan He, and it was mainly for Miao Miao that Lan He accepted their harassment before, so when she saw Song Qiyun, she kept busy introducing to Lan He.

"Haha, success." Song Qiyun added indifferently, anyway, it looks good, this face is still given to one, and it is not necessary to use it in the future.

"Thank you Song Director." Lan He smiled politely.

Song Qiyun discovered that he had a pear vortex in his mouth when he smiled. It is said that the boy has a pear vortex on his cheek. It is smart to know that Lan Hecong is not smart. He doesn't know yet, but this smile is very affinity. Anyway, there is the same way. Asked smoothly: "Where are you from?"

"Western Hunan Province." Lan He said.

Song Qiyun: "I heard that people there will raise Gu."

Come again, come again, Lan He can often hear such words, Chen Xingyang also said the same, he touched the matchbox in his pocket, and used to answer with habit: "There is this legend, but I don't like bugs, I will not raise it."

——Later, when Song Qiyun questioned "Lan He, you said you don't raise Gu", Lan He was also very straightforward. I said I wouldn't raise Gu, I didn't say that my family didn't have Hu Xian, and I wouldn't go impermanent. !

"That's what a guts and worms. When he saw Lan He's righteousness, he also avoided it. He didn't believe anything. He didn't believe it. He didn't blame it. He blamed himself for failing. Our family Miaomiao was supposed to see something bad before. , And stay away with Lan He." Lao Lin boasted.

"Then you stayed well in Liujuanyang crew?" Song Qiyun smiled.

Lao Lin also popularized Lan He's operation, and helped Liu Liuyang draw the pig's head fearlessly. Hearing that Liu Liuyang was afraid in the middle of the night, he brought Chen Xingyang to sleep with him, and so on, amused Song Qiyun.

Lan He said: "Everything else is good, Liu Dao loves to eat. This makes us very upset. I always suspected that Hu Xian was Xingyang's outfit for Liu Liu's guide. After all, only he slept beside him for those two nights.

Both Song Qiyun and Lao Lindeng laughed, and even if Song Qiyun knew the truth, they thought it sounded reasonable.

"Success, I went up." At his house, Song Qiyun and the two said goodbye.

As soon as he turned around, Song Qiyun wondered, this actor named Lan He, just chatted down a bit, but it reminded him a little of the protagonist in his son's new script. Of course, it was an idea.

Moreover, he found that his son was not particularly willing to talk to him about this script. This role, especially every time he talked about the meaning of a certain actor, the son would be more annoyed and taunted him. Jin'er.

But Song Qiyun liked the book quite a bit. He took the word and used it to send his son a WeChat message: "I saw a little actor again today. It really has the smell of "Xiao Lai". He smiles very cute and has eyes. It’s very warm, and there are pear vortex... So, how about pear vortex? What do you think of pear vortex?"

Lanhe Nali vortex is quite characteristic and sweet, but because of its characteristics, I don't know that the character does not meet Song Futan's imagination.

Song Futan returned quickly, but was ruthless: not very good.