After Qiao Moyu finished speaking, she pulled over a table and propped up the candlestick she had brought with her. She then took out a bronze bowl and filled it with water before setting it next to several paper notes.
Luo Luo stood to one side and watched curiously as Qiao Moyu prepared. He dared not utter a word since he had promised her before they left that he wouldn’t make trouble at her work.
So even if his eyes were wide with curiosity, he dared not speak or move.
Next to him, the director couldn’t help but sigh as he stared at the Taoist child who looked only two or three years old.
He put his hopes on these two Taoist priests because his logic was muddled by his desperation. By the time Qiao Moyu lit up the candlestick, the director no longer felt like stopping them.
‘The sky was black, and the earth was pale. The universe was formed in a chaotic mess….” Qiao Moyu said as she began to open the light. In fact, she could achieve the same effects without doing such rituals, but in order to appear more professional in front of other, she simply recited the text she studied back then.
She leapt forward while chanting; one moment, she was reciting from the ‘Book of Changes’ and the next she chanted from ‘Tao Te Ching.’ Despite her growing headache, she kept a straight face, acting as if she was some respectable master.
(T/N: Book of Changes is an ancient Chinese divination text and the oldest of the Chinese classics; Tao Te Ching is a Chinese classic text traditionally credited to the 6th-century BC sage Laozi.)
As she recited, Qiao Moyu picked up her peach sword and began to wave it about. Due to her martial arts training, her sword dance was quite skillful, enough to startle the director and the actors from the audience.
Luo Luo ran to a corner in order not to bother her while he attempted to imitate his mother’s movements. The chubby little boy lacked a sense of balance; when he twirled around, he ended up falling on his butt and sitting on the ground.
The director and his companions laughed. Was this the so called ‘unique’ physique?
Qiao Moyu leapt onto the table and lit a paper note. When it had almost burnt out, she threw it directly onto the bronze bowl that was filled with water.
The blackened paper instantly melted into the liquid, causing the water to turn pitch black and cloudy.
“That’s it?” Qiao Moyu asked.
“Yes,” the director said with a nod. “It’s a prop that’s used from beginning to end within the film.”
Qiao Moyu didn’t say much. She sprinkled half of the water on the broken backpack and the other half on the director. After reciting a few more sentences, she waved her horsetail whisk and declared: “Open the light and succeed!”
The director felt remorseful about his damp shirt; it was actually worth more than a hundred shirts, and yet now it’s been stained black!
However, what he didn’t know was that after several days come to pass, he will eventually pick up this shirt and display it on his wall! He would call it his ‘baby’ without letting anyone touch it!
“So, Kai Guang Master, is it over yet?” The director had no hopes for Qiao Moyu in the end. After checking the time, he addressed the actors: “It’s time. Let’s go backstage.”
At this very moment, outside of the theatre.
“Hey, isn’t there a premier here? Let’s go and see it!”
“Why is nobody here for the premier? Now that’s sad, this babe decides to show her love and support then!”
“The director looks familiar, this Lady will give him a call!”
“The actor for this movie is so ugly. I, the Young Master, will go watch this movie to flaunt my superior looks.”
Outside the theatre, people kept coming for exotic reasons and bought movie tickets.