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The third performance officially began.

Groups of trainees began to perform on stage one after another.

Because it was a stage without rules or propositions, the instructors were very strict about this performance.

Even if the trainees showed their best skills and chose the stages and songs they were best at, a team is still composed of five or six people.

It is impossible for a song to be the favorite of the whole team. They are just the choice of the minority obeying the majority.

It is inevitable that there is a comparison between them.

After the performances of the first few groups, some were praised and some were criticized, but overall, the instructors were basically satisfied.

After the previous performances, the most outstanding team was Mo Yunchen's team.

After all, more than half of the team were his teammates from the same company, and the other selected trainees were also strong.

They were also the only group that was not criticized by the instructor after the performance.

When it came to the group in front of Qiao Sheng, it was wonderful.

Perhaps inspired by the two previous performances of Qiao Sheng's team, they also thought they could design a different stage.

So they chose an ancient style song, and all wore ancient costumes and performed on the stage.

After watching it, all the audience had only one word in their minds, awkward!

What this group of trainees wanted was the effect of fluttering clothes and wonderful movements in the fairy drama.

But in the minds of the audience, it was as if they were watching a monkey show with awkward lines and no rules at all.

It was so awkward!

With Qiao Sheng's pearls and jade in front of them, they thought they could get high votes if they acted in this direction.

Unfortunately, the ugly man imitates the beautiful woman after all.

After watching it, Qiao Sheng and others who were waiting at the side of the stage could only say that this group of trainees was really brave.

After the mentors' ruthless criticism, it was finally Qiao Sheng's team's turn.

The stage lights dimmed, and the first thing that lit up was the big screen on the stage.

A solemn Buddhist temple appeared in the picture.

Three big characters "Jialan Temple" appeared above the main entrance of the Buddhist temple.

Then came the song information.

"Jialan Rain"

Lyrics: Qin Sheng

Music: Qin Sheng

The temple is deep and the bell sounds far away.

The lights came on and an old monk appeared on the stage.

The old monk was beating a wooden fish and moving the Buddhist beads in his hands.

A young monk came over, sitting next to the old monk, and asked him, "Master Abbot, I just read the scriptures and heard about the Three Refuges. What do these Three Refuges mean?"

The old abbot opened his eyes and explained to the young monk with a smile, "The Three Refuges are to take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the Dharma, and take refuge in the Sangha..."

Then his face froze, revealing a look of reminiscence, and he whispered, "The Three Refuges..."

"Master? Master?"

The lights dimmed and then lit up again, and the old monk and the young monk disappeared, replaced by a young and handsome monk on the big screen.

He wore a snow-white monk's robe and chanted with a rosary in his hand.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced deep Prajnaparamita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and he was able to overcome all suffering. Shariputra, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

"Little monk, little monk."

A clear girl's voice was calling softly.

The young monk ignored him and continued to chant: "Feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also like this. Shariputra, yes..."

"Little monk, I'm here to listen to your story!"

The door was pushed open and a woman in a pink dress pushed the door open and walked in.

"Alas." The young monk sighed and wanted to continue chanting, but the pink-dressed girl had already moved lightly and came to his side.

"Little monk, what are you doing? Chanting?"

The young monk opened his eyes and saw the smiling girl in front of him, her big eyes staring at him.

As soon as the young monk's eyes met the girl's, he quickly lowered his head.

"Miss Xiu, what story do you want to hear today?" The young monk did not look up.

"As long as it's your story, anything is fine!"

Miss Xiu blinked her eyes, her eyes never left the young monk.

"Then I'll tell you the story of the Three Refuges."

"Three Refuges?"

"Once upon a time, there was an old monk who was always visited by thieves. He couldn't stand it anymore. One day, the thief came again, and he said to the thief, please put your hand in through the crack of the door, and I will give you whatever you want."

The young monk told the story in a steady tone and slowly.

"That old monk is really something! Do you think that by doing this, thieves will not come again in the future! If it were me, I would..."

Halfway through, Miss Xiu stopped immediately under the gaze of the young monk, looking at the young monkHe stuck out his tongue and motioned him to continue.

The young monk looked at Qixiu helplessly and continued:

"The thief was very happy to hear that, so he put his hand in through the crack of the door. Unexpectedly, the old monk grabbed his hand, tied it to the pillar, and then beat him with a stick, shouting: Refuge in Buddha! Refuge in Dharma! Refuge in Sangha!"

"Hehe, well done!" Miss Xiu listened and danced with joy, as if she was the old monk and the thief she tied up was in front of her.

"Hehe."

The young monk couldn't help laughing, and his eyes revealed a tenderness that he couldn't detect.

"The thief was in great pain, and he shouted helplessly, Refuge in Buddha, Refuge in Dharma, Refuge in Sangha."

"This is the famous story of the Three Refuges in the Buddhist scriptures." The young monk finished speaking with a smile on his lips.

"Little monk, you are talking about the Three Refuges, but I have the Four Refuges here. Do you want to listen?" Miss Xiu looked at the young monk with expectant eyes.

"Four Refuges? Miss Xiu, which Buddhist scripture is this from?" the young monk asked in confusion.

Miss Xiu did not answer directly, but smiled and said, "You want to know? Then catch up with me and I will tell you!"

After that, Miss Xiu turned and left, and the young monk struggled a little at this time, but in the end, his curiosity about the "Four Refuges" made him chase after her.

The faint accompaniment music that originally lingered in the whole venue gradually became louder at this time.

Qiao Sheng's singing also sounded at this time:

"The sound of prosperity, escaping into the empty door,

It tortured the world.

The dream is cold, and I have been tossing around for a lifetime,

How many debts of love are there.

If you agree, life and death will wait,

Wait for a circle, and a circle of annual rings."

The two left the room where the young monk was, and walked and chased in the Buddhist temple.

The scene turned, and it was another day.

The young monk was chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha in the hall, while Xiu was lying on the windowsill, eating fruit and looking at him.

Miss Xiu seemed to be bored of waiting, and after eating the fruit, she quietly threw the fruit towards the young monk.

The fruit core hit the young monk's bald head, and the monk turned around in confusion, but did not see a single person.

Miss Xiu was already hiding under the window sill, covering her mouth and laughing.