Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Two days is enough for an online storm to grow from its inception to its outbreak.

Two days later, at noon, Qian Lang sat in a corner of the film crew, eating his boxed lunch while reading various newspapers.

[Shocking! The production team of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" has been accused of disrespecting Buddhism; an insider tearfully denounces the practice!]

Did Jin Yong have a grudge against religions? He targeted Shaolin Temple, Quanzhen Sect, Esoteric Buddhism… sparing none!

[The State Administration for Religious Affairs issues an urgent statement: Cultural creations must respect religious beliefs!]

This is really something... the TV series became a hit even before it started airing.

However, he heard that Zhang Jizhong is under a lot of pressure right now.

Of course, he had no sympathy for him whatsoever.

He originally planned to be a person who didn't compete with the world; he just wanted to earn some fate points and make some money along the way.

But... there are always treacherous subjects who want to harm me!

Meanwhile, in the film crew's office area.

Zhang Jizhong's office was filled with smoke.

There were already five or six cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him, and he still had one in his hand.

Old Zhang is worried!

He never expected something like this to happen.

"Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" was written by Jin Yong, so what does it have to do with him?

This turmoil is an undeserved disaster.

Moreover, he dares to blaspheme Buddhism!

What's more, last night the head of Shaolin Temple personally called him, and his words were both explicit and implicit, hinting that he should change the name of Shaolin Temple in the TV series.

But... can this be changed?

What is Shaolin?

The martial arts master... if we change it to Dalin Temple... well, Dalin Temple can't be changed either, because there really is a Dalin Temple in Jiujiang, Jiangxi.

"Producer Zhang, reporters are blocking the door. There are at least 20 of them, including two satellite TV stations."

The publicity director said anxiously.

Faced with this situation, even if he's a master of publicity, there's nothing he can do.

Religion... haha, who dares to mess with it!

Didn't you see that none of the people in the office were saying anything?

If he gives bad advice, he might end up being pushed out by Zhang Jizhong to take the blame.

"Damn it, if I find out who did this, I'll catch them and burn them alive!"

Zhang Jizhong spoke fiercely.

"Let's prepare for the press conference!"

"Director Zhang, I've heard a rumor, but I don't know if it's true or false."

At this moment, Hu Jun said something.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Lin Zhiying again.

"Yes, everyone on set is saying that Qian Lang posted this!"

Lin Zhiying echoed.

But the signature smile was no longer on his face.

"Money Wave?"

Zhang Jizhong frowned upon hearing this.

To be honest, he originally thought highly of Qian Lang, but since Lin Zhiying and Hu Jun didn't like him, he just let it be.

Compared to these two, Qian Lang was nothing.

"Is there any evidence?"

Zhang Jizhong asked a question.

He really wanted to find out the real culprit.

Because this person was on set, he couldn't sleep well.

Who knows what other unexpected troubles might arise later?

Lin Zhiying smiled.

"Producer Zhang, I know you want to find the real culprit, but that's going to be a bit difficult. Perhaps we should make an example of them."

Some things are better left unsaid; even if Qian Lang was wrongly accused, it's still worth it after being kicked out of the production crew and blacklisted by the entire industry!

ruthless!

That's really too cruel.

Everyone present felt a chill run down their spine after hearing Lin Zhiying's words.

What a deep grudge! He was completely intent on ruining Qian Lang's future.

But... what does this have to do with them?

Zhang Jizhong's mind raced as he listened to Lin Zhiying's words.

If he did that, he would definitely become mortal enemies with Qian Lang.

However, he also gained a deep friendship with Lin Zhiying.

Lin Chih-ying does not represent him personally.

Rather, it represents his circle and the Taiwanese market.

Ha ha!

How to choose? Do I even need to think about it?

"Old Zhou, call someone to bring Qian Lang over here. Oh, and also call a few security guards in!"

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Do you think this will have a big impact on the production team?

"Definitely. I heard that Dafosi Temple is already holding a meeting, and our film crew might have to move."

"Sigh, why is filming a movie so difficult? Qian Lang, what do you think?"

Qian Lang was chatting with several women in a corner of the film set at that moment.

"Who knows? Life's tough, Jiang Xin. How about we go for a stroll along the Cao'e River tonight?"

"Oh, if we finish filming early, we'll go together."

Jiang Xin spoke with a slightly flushed face.

Qian Lang is going too far with her; in the past few days, she's even lost control of her lower body.

If she hadn't stubbornly refused, Qian Lang would have already taken advantage of her.

Liu Tao, sitting next to her, unconsciously squeezed his legs together.

This was her secret code with Qian Lang. Whenever Qian Lang asked Jiang Xin out in front of her, it meant he actually wanted to ask her out too.

Sure enough, Qian Lang glanced at her for a fleeting moment.

She understood the meaning behind it perfectly.

"Qian Lang, Jiang Xin, I'm bored too, why don't you take me with you?"

Chen Hao said jokingly.

"Haha, that's great, three people together is the best."

Qian Lang said with a smile.

"Get lost, you're dreaming."

Chen Hao was also speaking with a smile.

A group of people were joking around.

Only Liu Yifei didn't understand and just laughed foolishly on the side.

Just then, a voice came from not far away.

"Qian Lang, Producer Zhang is looking for you!"

This is Zhou Xiaowen's assistant.

Qian Lang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

Under these circumstances, why did Zhang Jizhong seek him out?

Could it be that something has happened?

impossible!

Qian Lang quickly dismissed the idea.

The internet isn't something you can easily trace. At most, they can find the hotel's IP address, but... the person who posted the message is from the film crew. There are over 300 people in the crew, how can they possibly trace that?

"They're here!"

Qian Lang stood up and shouted!

The other women continued chatting and ignored him.

"Brother Wang, what does Producer Zhang want with me about?"

Qian Lang asked as he walked over.

"I don't know, but they're having a high-level meeting, it seems to be a special meeting to discuss the post..."

Assistant Wang's words cast a shadow over Qian Lang's heart.

The post... looking for him?

He had a bad feeling!

However, I felt calmer afterward.

He didn't believe they could find any evidence... After the post went viral, he even deleted that alternate account!

There's absolutely no way to prove it since the person is dead!

So why did they look for him?

Amid Qian Lang's suspicion, he entered Zhang Jizhong's office.

Upon entering, one sees Zhang Jizhong with a furrowed brow, Lin Zhiying with a beaming smile, and Zhao Tong who looks slightly panicked!

As for the others, he didn't pay much attention.

However, at this moment, he vaguely sensed that the other party was about to do something!

"Producer Zhang, did you call me?"

Qian Lang asked calmly.

Zhang Jizhong looked up and glanced at him.

His eyes were full of coldness.

"Xiao Qian, I've treated you quite well, why would you do such a thing? Why would you want to hurt me?"

Qian Lang was secretly pleased.

He really did foresee it.

They're looking for a scapegoat.

"Producer Zhang, what... what are you talking about?"

Qian Lang pretended to be completely unaware as he spoke.

*Smack!*

Zhang Jizhong suddenly slammed his hand on the desk.

"Dare you say you didn't post that?"

this,,,,

If Qian Lang weren't a reincarnated person, but really that young man, he would have been intimidated by Zhang Jizhong.

"Producer Zhang, what did you say? You mean that post online? This... I really didn't do it."

Qian Lang spoke anxiously, his face filled with fear!

"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin! Zhao Tong, you say something!"

Okay, now we even have witnesses!

Qian Lang looked at Zhao Tong.

He treated Zhao Tong really well, providing her with cell phones, late-night snacks, and the two were even bunkmates.

But this is the time to test people's hearts.

He saw Zhao Tong's expression change faster than a face change, and he remained silent for five seconds.

only,,,,

"Producer Zhang, I... I didn't see Qian Lang post anything... it's just that... he's been going to Tianya Forum a lot lately..."

Zhao Tong spoke in a trembling voice.

Qian Lang sighed inwardly.

People's hearts

Okay, he doesn't blame Zhao Tong. It's normal that Zhao Tong couldn't withstand the pressure from Zhang Jizhong.

However, their journey together has come to an end.

"Zhao Tong, you're slandering me!"

Qian Lang called out to Zhao Tong, but Zhao Tong didn't even dare to look at him.

"Qian Lang, what do you have to say now!"

Lin Zhiying said with a smile.

"By the way, we've decided to fire you, and we'll announce it online!"

Ha ha!

Lin Zhiying was extremely pleased with himself at that moment.

A nobody like him dared to compete with him for a woman; this is what happened to him.

Qian Lang naturally understood what the other party was saying.

This is like trying to kill someone and then destroy their spirit!

Once the news is reported across the entire internet, he would probably have no choice but to go back to farming if he were still the same person.

Nobody will respect a person who betrays their own people!

Of course, he wasn't angry at the moment, since he was the one who originally did it.

only,,,

Without any evidence, they actually resorted to framing and false accusations.

Indeed, people's hearts are dark, and society is complex.

At this moment, Qian Lang felt the importance of status more than ever before.

If he had some connections, would they still dare to mess with him like this?

"Lin Zhiying, are you trying to frame me? How can you be so shameless?"

Qian Lang said excitedly.

His face was filled with grief and indignation.

But deep down, he was filled with grief and indignation.

Do people at the bottom of society not even have any human rights?

Let alone the original owner of this body, even he in his current state would be helpless in the face of such a situation.

But have you ever heard of a common man getting angry?

Qian Lang was truly furious.

"Exchange for True Bajiquan!"

Qian Lang silently recited this in his heart.

"With Tai Chi as its guiding principle, the world is at peace; with Bajiquan as its martial art, the universe is stabilized!"

So he chose Bajiquan!

Since the other party is determined to ruin him, he'll kick them out of the film crew today.

Truth lies only within the range of cannons.

If the other party isn't being reasonable with him, why should he be?

The moment Qian Lang had that thought, the world changed.

This isn't a metaphor; things have really changed.

Everything before their eyes—Zhang Jizhong's furrowed brows, Lin Zhiying's smug smile, Zhao Tong's evasive gaze, the blinding sunlight outside the window—all froze.

wrong.

It is not static.

His way of perceiving the world has completely changed.

A surge of heat burst forth from the base of his spine, as if a fire dragon were awakening within him.

The heat flowed up the spine, through the waist, back, shoulders, and neck, and finally exploded into a golden light in the skull.

Does it hurt?

It doesn't hurt.

It's bloating.

It's that feeling of swelling, like something suddenly appearing inside your body.

It's like blood vessels being stretched, muscles being restructured, and bones being broken and then growing back.

Qian Lang could hear his own heartbeat.

It wasn't that he heard it, but that he felt it—each beat was like a war drum, making his scalp tingle.

He heard the sound of blood flowing.

He heard the sound of leaves falling outside the window.

He could even hear the sound of someone's Adam's apple bobbing as they drank water in the next room.

Then, the screen appeared.

Not in front of my eyes, but in my mind.

An old man with white hair stood in a state of chaos.

He was wearing a long gown from the Republican era, his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as lightning.

"Eight Extremes!"

The old man spoke, his voice sounding as if it came from a very distant place.

"It's not just for show."

He moved.

It was just a movement—taking a step forward, his shoulders slumping slightly.

But at this step, Qian Lang felt like the sky had fallen.

It's not a metaphor.

He truly felt like the sky had fallen.

When the old man's shoulder bumped into him, Qian Lang didn't see an old man, but a mountain.

It wasn't a landslide; the mountain itself was pressing down on him.

But strangely, he felt no fear.

Because he knew that it wasn't about hitting him, but about teaching him a lesson.

The screen flashed.

The old man changed his posture—his arms were outstretched, as if he were trying to hug something.

"Support the hammer." The old man's voice rang out again.

The screen flickered again.

Facing Palm, Horizontal Slash, Dragon Subduing, Tiger Taming...

One move after another exploded in Qian Lang's mind.

Every movement was so slow that you could see the contraction of every muscle, and every point of force was so clear it was as if it had been carved into his bones with a knife.

But he knew that wasn't enough.

Techniques are static, but people are dynamic.

True Bajiquan is not about learning the moves, but about making them instinctive.

Then, the scene changed.

It was no longer an old man demonstrating, but his personal experience.

He stood on an old street, facing a group of people.

He couldn't see their faces, but he could feel their hostility—that overwhelming malice that seemed to want to tear him apart.

A person rushed up.

Qian Lang didn't expect that his body would move on its own.

Iron Mountain Lean.

The man flew away.

Another person.

Support hammer.

Fly away.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

His body was like an automatically operating machine, every move was perfectly timed, and every exertion of force was precise to the millimeter.

Those moves weren't his idea; they were just techniques he knew.

I don't know how long we fought, but then there was no one left in front of us.

He stood amidst the chaos, covered in sweat, but not tired at all.

It's not that I'm not tired, it's that I don't have time to be tired.

Because there are many more people waiting for him.

The screen flickered again.

He stood on a mountain, facing dozens of armed men.

Flash again.

He stood in an alley, surrounded by people.

Flash again.

He was standing in a room with walls on all four sides and only one exit. At the exit stood a burly man who was two heads taller than him.

Time and time again, match after match.

He didn't know how long he fought, how many people he hit, or how many blows he took.

But he knew one thing.

Every time he fell, he got back up.

With each step he took off, he became a little stronger.

Finally, the video stopped.

The old man reappeared before him.

"Bajiquan is not just for show; it's a killing technique."

Qian Lang wanted to speak but couldn't open his mouth, and at that moment the screen shattered.

In reality, it felt like not a single second had passed.

Zhang Jizhong was still slamming his fist on the table, Lin Zhiying still had a smile on his face, and Zhao Tong was still avoiding his gaze.

And at this moment, money is flowing!

He wants to take on ten!