Martial Arts Master

Friday night, on the streets of Zhaofeng.

Wearing black-rimmed glasses and controlling the slight changes in the muscles on his face, Lou Cheng walked among the bustling passers-by, as if he was a different person, and no one could see through his disguise.

This is a true disguise technique completed in the realm of "there is a god three feet above the head". Although it cannot "change" to look like someone else due to the stereotype of the bones, etc., it can be clearly distinguished from itself.

"It's not the provincial capital, nor is it a big city, but it's quite lively here..." Lou Cheng muttered to himself, looking around, taking out his phone from time to time, taking photos, and sharing them with his wife, who had just arrived in the classroom.

In order to prepare for a powerful enemy and the distance between the two sides was really far, the Longhu Club and his party arrived in Zhaofeng City two days in advance, leaving ample time to adjust their status.

After dinner, Lou Cheng thought about the corresponding video and planned to relax his mind and body, so he went out for a walk and became an incompetent traveler.

"Hey, after all, I'm not a martial arts fanatic like Guo Jie. I still need to relax..." While silently mocking himself, he was surprised to find that there were many martial arts gyms on the streets of Zhaofeng. They were everywhere. There were even stickers on the telephone poles saying "Practice martial arts. The small advertisement "Look for such-and-such school" is indistinguishable from the old Chinese doctor's treatment of psoriasis and body odor.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Lou Cheng remembered an interview program he had watched, which jokingly called Zhaofeng the "City of Martial Arts Schools."

Daxing Temple is well-known, and there are many people who want to come and learn from it, but only a small part of them can be selected. Some of the rest go to Shangqing Sect, Shushanzhai, Longhu-related martial arts schools, etc. to try again, and some stay in the local area. , see if there is any other way.

There are also many lay disciples who leave Daxing Temple every year. They either return to their hometowns, go to big cities, or find business opportunities, stay in Zhaofeng, open martial arts schools and gyms, and recruit a large number of students in the name of authentic direct inheritance.

The early adopters made a lot of money, the scale of martial arts halls became larger and larger, and there were more and more imitators. In order to compete with the complete martial arts school system dominated by the state, Daxing Temple acquiesced to this behavior - if it is followed There are really talented people in martial arts schools like Feng who have accumulated a lot of experience and come from behind. Based on the relationship between lay disciples and masters, there is no doubt that they will recommend them to Daxing Temple. Even if they fail to see eye to eye in the end, the two sides will inevitably have a lingering affection for each other.

Being in the world, the more favors you have, the more protection you will get!

With such development year by year, the number of martial arts gyms and schools in Zhaofeng City is astonishing, and the large number of out-of-town students and their "accompanying" elders have driven local real estate transactions, rental market, retail and wholesale, Vegetable planting, livestock breeding, security personnel training, and film and television company fighting team building and other industries have contributed a large amount of GDP and tax revenue.

The Zhaofeng City Government initially resisted such changes, feeling that it was against the country's major policies. Later, it gradually turned a blind eye and even welcomed the changes.

In Huahai, Huacheng, Gaofen, and Moshang, there are many martial arts schools, but they are still relatively small "industries". In Zhaofeng, this is already a pillar industry!

It's quite interesting... They are really different cities with different characteristics... Lou Cheng glanced around and saw plaques such as "Dabei Martial Arts School", "Daci Martial Arts School", "Da Yuan Dojo", "Da Xing Temple Lower Courtyard", etc. I found that their business is pretty good, they train students during the day and focus on fitness at night.

Click! Click! Click! He took several photos in a row and was about to send them to Yan Zheke when he suddenly saw several city managers coming over. They stretched out their hands and said with serious faces:

"Delete the photo just now!"

...What is this and what... Lou Cheng was confused and his eyes were blank.

He lowered his head and browsed through the pictures he had just taken, and in the corner of one of them he spotted the city manager enforcing the law on street vendors.

This is so hurtful... They are afraid that I will post on Weibo and make big news... Lou Cheng suddenly laughed.

How come I can’t figure it out with the old lady with the red armband, the city manager and the like?

Either they want to delete my photos, or they want to fine me!

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and before the city manager could say anything else, he suddenly stepped back, his figure swaying, and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

"..." Several city managers were stunned for a moment, then chased after him.

"When I was in the martial arts school, I was known as flying on grass!" one of them said excitedly.

He had just followed a few steps when he suddenly stopped. Because of the huge crowd, he completely lost track of Lou Cheng.

"Forget it, we didn't do anything." His companion waved his hand and turned around, "The guy just now was an outstanding disciple of some martial arts school. His body skills, tsk tsk, I almost thought he disappeared out of thin air."

In Zhaofeng, the people selling skewers on the streets might be all Lianjiazi, and they might even be able to do things like Iron Sand Palm and Iron Head Kung Fu. They were already accustomed to this.

At the intersection in the distance, Lou Cheng sensed that they were not chasing him, so he couldn't help but smile proudly and said to himself:

"Fortunately, I can run faster than Western journalists."

He was not emotionally affected by the previous situation. If such trivial matters were taken seriously, it would be equivalent to losing.

"I almost got fined again!" Lou Cheng deliberately exaggerated and sent a message to Yan Zheke.

Why should I say it again...

The girl happened to be finishing get out of class and asked with a "sit still and laugh" expression:

"What bad thing did you do again? Did you step on someone's floor tiles? Damn the poor street tree? Break the chain blocking the bicycle?"

"It sounds like I'm just like a destructive maniac...I just took a few photos, you see..." Lou Cheng "helplessly spread his hands" and described what just happened, laughing and joking with classmate Ke Xiaoke for a while.

Waiting for the girl to focus on her studies again, he continued to move forward aimlessly. Suddenly he saw a very busy noodle shop, with so many diners that they almost blocked the walking path. There were even quite a few people squatting on the street with bowls in their hands and eating. !

It looked delicious... Lou Cheng walked over excitedly and checked the review website and found that this restaurant was indeed famous and everyone who had eaten there praised it.

Just when he was about to squeeze in and order food, he suddenly noticed a diner squatting on the roadside who looked very familiar.

Looking at it, he was startled.

Damn it, this is not Coach Lu Yanlu!

Although he also distorted his facial muscles and changed his appearance, that serious feeling and that unflattering arrogant temperament were still so distinct and outstanding.

He, he actually squatted on the roadside to eat noodles?

It is simply unimaginable that this is what Coach Lu would do!

Noticing the gaze, Lu Yan suddenly turned around and saw Lou Cheng.

His face suddenly darkened, and he immediately turned his head and looked at the big bowl, as if to say that you have recognized the wrong person.

The scene was a little awkward for a while... Lou Cheng twitched his lips, moved his steps, and followed the queue to the cashier. He paid first and waited for his meal later.

When he got the local specialty noodles and planned to squat next to Lu Yan, pretending that everyone was the same and there was no need to be embarrassed, he found that the coach had disappeared, leaving only a pair of chopsticks and a completely eaten meal with no trace left. The bowls are waiting for the waiter to collect them.

I seemed to hear Coach Lu roaring, who is almost as good as you! Lou Cheng laughed at himself and squatted down, looking across and sucking on the noodles.

Opposite is a row of shops selling Buddhist supplies, including so-called consecrated Buddha statues, various rosary beads, different ritual implements and scripture "relics", which are also the characteristics of Zhaofeng.

"The noodles are really good..." Lou Cheng praised inwardly, "It's a pity that I didn't meet the Living Buddha, otherwise I could have avenged the last treat..."

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Daxing Temple, in a certain Zen room.

Shishan rubbed his belly and looked out the window, his mind seemed to have gone straight to various late night snack stalls.

There was only one reason that finally stopped him:

No money!

As a senior executive of Daxing Temple, he responded to the abbot's call to "live in poverty and be self-sufficient" without any salary. Anyway, the sect was responsible for food, clothing, housing and transportation, and a monk had no other needs.

This is why he likes to participate in professional competitions and title battles. The bonuses are all real!

However, he only kept a small part of these bonuses, otherwise he would not be constantly out of money.

Sighing, Shishan rubbed the "thank you letter" in front of him, which was a gift he received for donating to children in need.

"I expect to be able to survive until next month, but I was greedy so many times during the Chinese New Year..." He shook his head and laughed, walked out of the room, and knocked on the door of "Ming Wang" Zhihai.

He has no mental barriers to borrowing money.

Dong-dong-dong, amidst the rhythmic knocking on the door, Zhihai walked out.

Just as Shishan was about to speak, his eyes suddenly froze because the other person held a letter of thanks similar to his own.

"What's the matter?" Zhihai asked.

"It's okay, it's okay." Shishan chuckled, turned around and left, "Go back to sleep, go back to sleep!"

"Yuzang Jifeng... is indeed the reincarnated living Buddha." "King Ming" Zhihai looked at his back with a serious expression on his face, pondering the deep meaning of Zen.

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On Sunday afternoon, the Longhu Club and his party set foot on the stone steps leading to Daxing Temple.