The Old Daoist Came to Help You Polish the Script

Daoist Horizon felt he could offer some pointers to this young screenwriter.

"Ahem." The Daoist priest coughed and said, "Young friend, don't you think the Bronze, Silver, and Gold system is a bit too frivolous?"

Gao Moumou was startled. He had been standing under the shade of the trees at the villa for a long time and hadn't even noticed that there was someone standing next to him!

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a Daoist priest with white hair and a youthful face. Apart from a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, there were no traces of time on his face.

That Old Daoist priest is really well-preserved!

Moreover, this white-haired Daoist priest had a kind face and made a very good first impression. Just by looking at him, one would subconsciously feel that he was reliable and approachable.

This is the Affinity Aura that Daoist Horizon possesses, the ability to increase strangers' goodwill towards him by 50!

It is precisely because of this strange affinity that Daoist Horizon has been able to find young cultivators over the past three hundred years and gain their favor with him, ultimately successfully promoting his skills!

Now, because of this Affinity Aura, Gao Moumou felt immediately that this Daoist priest was very likable.

Since that's the case, there's no harm in listening to the Daoist priest's opinion!

"Greetings, Daoist Master," Gao Moumou said. -- Wouldn't it be a bit strange to set cultivators into three levels—Bronze, Silver, and Gold—in front of a Daoist? But he was making a movie, not educating people about cultivation. As long as the setting was interesting, nothing else mattered.

"Although I know you're writing a movie script, young friend... I'm sorry, young friend, I've been listening to you talking to yourself the whole time, so I only have a general idea of what you're saying." The white-haired Daoist priest cupped his hands in greeting to Gao Moumou and said.

"It's alright, Daoist Master. Besides, what I just wrote was just a setting." Gao Moumou chuckled lightly, then asked, "So, Daoist Master, how should I set the levels of cultivators?"

Daoist Horizon continued, "At least it can't be too casual. I feel that using levels one, two, three, and four in this way would be quite good!"

Gao Moumou: "..."

It's not even as good as my Bronze, Silver, and Gold, maybe with Platinum, Diamond, Master, and King added after that.

"Is it not acceptable?" From Gao Moumou's expression, Daoist Horizon could tell that his suggestion was terrible and completely unacceptable.

Gao Moumou nodded sincerely. "Level one and level two remind me of the elementary school system, first grade, second grade, and third grade, and so on."

Daoist Horizon: "..."

After a moment, the Daoist priest gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's change to finished products. First-Grade, Second-Grade, Third-Grade, is that alright?"

Gao Moumou priest silently. Couldn't this priest come up with a more unique concept of hierarchy besides numerical rankings?

But whatever, I'll write down the ranks of First-Grade, Second-Grade, and Third-Grade as well.

Then, let Shuhang and Yu Jiaojiao discuss whether they should go for the Metal System or the Numerical System.

Therefore, Gao Moumou recorded the 'grade' setting in his notebook.

Daoist Horizon was immediately satisfied. As long as he got the young man to change the cultivation level settings, his goal would be achieved.

Logically speaking, Daoist Horizon, having achieved his goal, should retire gracefully.

But for some reason... without realizing it, Daoist Horizon started discussing the plot of the story with Gao Moumou.

Looking back, even Horizon himself finds it incredible!

He had only intended to give the young man some pointers on his concept of 'cultivation levels'.

But for some reason, he felt that the young man in front of him was very talkative. As they chatted, they started talking about how to write the plot.

Horizon never wrote any fictional stories, but he had a wealth of life experiences!

Even a slight revelation of his rich life experiences could greatly inspire Gao.

For example...

Horizon said, "I just saw you writing the setting, and you said you wanted to write a touching story? And the protagonist must be very tragic, the kind that makes people feel sorry for him?"

"Indeed, does the Daoist priest have any suggestions on making the protagonist more miserable?" Gao Moumou asked. As he talked with the Daoist priest for longer, he had come to admire the white-haired priest immensely. The priest had rich life experience and unique insight, and each of his pointers gave him more inspiration.

"Actually, when I heard you mention the plot about the protagonist's 'first love senior sister marrying someone else', it reminded me of a fellow Daoist from a sect next to mine a long time ago. His experience was quite memorable." Horizon sighed deeply, recalling the events of that year.

As people get older, they especially like to reminisce about the old days.

"Back then, a fellow Daoist from the sect next to mine was very similar to the protagonist in your story. He had a junior sister he loved, and the two had been in love for over ten years. But suddenly one day, under the arrangement of their elders, the junior sister was to marry another man. And the wedding was to be held in just a few days."

"At that time, my junior sister said to that fellow Daoist: 'Come find me on my wedding day. If you come, I will give up everything and marry you.'"

"However, two days before my junior sister's wedding, my fellow Daoist rushed to the wedding venue, prepared to risk everything to stop her wedding! But on the way, he encountered a rampaging... ferocious beast, and was severely injured by it, remaining unconscious for several days. When he finally recovered and went to find my junior sister, she had already married another man."

At this point, Horizon sighed deeply—if the 'monster' back then was a conspiracy, that would be one thing, but later when he went to check on that fellow Daoist, the appearance of that rampaging monster was truly just a coincidence.

It can only be said that fate is cruel.

After sighing, Daoist Horizon said, "I was thinking, you could modify this part and apply it to your senior sister in your script."

"Great, fantastic! In this way, when the male protagonist loses his senior sister due to an accident, the heart -Lushan Waterfall wrenching regret and the overwhelming sorrow will surely move many people to tears." Gao wrote furiously, quickly taking notes in his notebook.

Daoist Horizon nodded with a smile, then added, "Furthermore, there's one more point—I feel that if the goal is for the protagonist's grief to transform into a force for revenge, the death of his senior sister and her husband alone isn't enough to evoke sufficient sorrow. Moreover, the scope of grief and indignation stemming from personal love is too narrow. My friend, you could be more magnanimous and have the protagonist's entire sect wiped out by an 'evil, mysterious force.' This would maximize the protagonist's inner grief and indignation! It would also elevate the plot beyond petty personal love and hate, instantly transforming it into a grander scale encompassing family, country, and sect! The scope would be significantly broadened."

"The Daoist priest's explanation was wonderful." Gao Moumou felt he had met a mentor and friend; how could the death of a lover compare to the death of the whole family?

Daoist Horizon smiled slightly and continued, "Actually, we could also give the protagonist a condition where he coughs up blood. When he's at his lowest point, a light cough will produce bright red blood. That would evoke even more sympathy from the audience."

"Excellent! Excellent!" Gao Moumou quickly wrote it down.

And so, Gao Moumou and Daoist Horizon went further and further down the path of 'torture the master' and there was no turning back.

When Song Shuhang and Yu Jiaojiao returned to the villa, they saw the white-haired Daoist priest and Gao Moumou chatting happily under the scorching sun.

This scene is absolutely bizarre.

Yu Jiaojiao exclaimed in surprise, "Oh no! I thought the Transmission Maniac had let you go, but I didn't expect him to be so persistent, actually coming all the way to my house. He's waiting for me to come to him!"

As expected of the legendary "Transmission Maniac," he's not so easy to deal with. It's said that nine out of ten young cultivators who are chosen by the Transmission Maniac transfer."

Could it be that Song Shuhang will ultimately succumb to this fate as well?

"Should we Earth Escape back to the villa?" Song Shuhang asked.

But it was too late. The white-haired Daoist Horizon Tianya Zi had already sensed Song Shuhang and Yu Jiaojiao. He turned around and smiled slightly at the two of them.

That smile was absolutely breathtaking for Shuhang and Yu Jiaojiao, because everyone in the city and the country would be terrified by it...

After laughing, Horizon bowed to Song Shuhang and said, "Young brother, we meet again."

Song Shuhang smiled wryly and returned the greeting, "Daoist Master, you are so persistent."

"Ahem, actually, this Old Daoist isn't that persistent." Horizon blushed and explained, "Actually, this Old Daoist was entrusted by someone to find you, young friend... Huh?"

Halfway through the conversation, Horizon noticed the large bag Song Shuhang was carrying. It was filled with many roujiamo (Chinese hamburgers).

This smell is undoubtedly the aroma of 'Fairy Bie Xue's' roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

This young fellow cultivator actually went to that fish head shop to buy a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)?

Did he meet with Fairy Bie Xue?

Gao Moumou, standing to the side, asked in confusion, "Shuhang, do you know this Daoist priest?"

Song Shuhang nodded and sighed, "This morning, I went out to pick up a package and thought I'd buy you some food on the way. Then, I met this Daoist priest on the way."

Then, Shuhang asked Horizon, "Daoist Master, you just said you were entrusted by someone? Who wants to see me?"

Horizon looked at the large bag in Shuhang's hand and smiled mysteriously.

The person who asked me to find you has already met with you.

Just as Daoist Horizon was about to say that, suddenly, it seemed as if he had been hit by something, and he was suddenly sent flying, traveling a distance of nearly ten meters!

Along the way, they also knocked down a sapling.

The Daoist priest's painful groans could be heard.

What happened?

Song Shuhang blinked. Why was the Daoist priest suddenly knocked away? Who attacked him from the shadows?

Gao Moumou was completely bewildered. Was he thrown so dramatically by a ten-ton truck? But he didn't see anything hit the white-haired Daoist priest.