On Friday night, Zhaofeng Street.
Wearing black-framed glasses, Lou Cheng, who controlled the slight changes in his facial muscles, walked among the bustling passers-by, as if he was a different person, and no one could see through his disguise.
This belongs to the real disguise technique completed in the realm of "there is a god three feet above the head". Although due to the stereotypes of the bones and so on, it is impossible to "change" like a certain person, but it can be clearly distinguished from itself.
"It's not a provincial capital, nor 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 pictures, and sharing them with his wife who just arrived in the classroom.
In order to prepare for a strong enemy, and the distance between the two sides is really far, the Dragon and Tiger Club and its party arrived in Zhaofeng City two days earlier, allowing plenty of time to adjust their status.
After dinner, Lou Cheng thought about the corresponding video, intending to relax, so he went out for a walk and became an incompetent traveler.
"Hey, after all, I'm not Guo Jie's kind of martial arts idiot, I still need to relax..." He laughed silently, and was surprised to find that there are many martial arts gyms on the streets of Zhaofeng, everywhere, and there are even stickers on the telephone poles that say "Practice martial arts, find The small ad for "So-and-so school" is on par with the old doctor of Chinese medicine who treats psoriasis and body odor.
After being dazed for a few seconds, Lou Cheng remembered an interview program he had watched, in which Zhaofeng was jokingly called "the city of martial arts".
Daxing Temple is well-known, and there are many people who want to come to learn from teachers, but only a small part of them can be selected. The rest go to Shangqingzong, Shushanzhai, Dragon and Tiger-related martial arts schools to try again, and some stay in the local area , to see if there is another way.
And there are also many lay disciples who leave Daxing Temple every year. They either return to their hometowns, or 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 personal teaching.
In the beginning, those who ate crabs made a lot of money, and the scale of martial arts 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 in this behavior—if Zhaofeng These martial arts halls really have talents who have accumulated a lot of knowledge and came from behind. With the relationship between lay disciples and masters, there is no doubt that they will be recommended to Daxing Temple.
In the rivers and lakes, the more favors, the more protection!
After such a year-by-year development, the number of martial arts schools and martial arts schools in Zhaofeng City is astonishing, and many foreign students, as well as their "accompanying" elders, have driven local real estate transactions, rental markets, retail and wholesale, Industries such as vegetable planting, livestock breeding, security personnel training, and film and television company fighting team building have contributed a lot of GD and tax revenue.
The Zhaofeng City Government originally resisted such a change, feeling that it was against the country's major policies, but then slowly turned a blind eye to it, and was even happy to see its success.
In Huahai, in Huacheng, in Gaofen, and in Moshang, there are many martial arts gyms, but they still belong to a small "industry", while in Zhaofeng, this is already a pillar industry!
It's quite interesting... It's really a different city, with different characteristics... Lou Cheng took a look and saw the plaques of "Dabei Martial Arts", "Daci Martial Arts School", "Dayuan Dojo", "Daxing Temple Lower Court", etc., and found that they His business is pretty good, he trains students during the day and keeps fit at night.
Click! Click! Click! He took a few photos in a row, and was about to send them to Yan Zheke, when he suddenly saw several city appearance managers approaching, and stretched out their hands with a serious face:
"Delete the photo just now!"
... What is this and what is it... Lou Cheng was confused and his eyes were blank.
He lowered his head, browsed through the pictures he took just now, and found the city appearance manager who was enforcing the law on street vendors in a corner of a certain picture.
This is simply splash damage... They are afraid that my post on Weibo will make big news... Lou Cheng suddenly laughed.
Why am I confused with the old lady with red armbands, the city appearance manager and the like
Not to delete my photos, but to fine me!
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and before the city manager could say anything, he backed away suddenly, his figure swaying, and disappeared into the crowd.
"..." Several city appearance managers were taken aback for a moment, then chased them out.
"I was in the martial arts school back then, but I was known as flying on the grass!" One of them said quite excitedly.
He had just chased for a few steps, when he stopped suddenly, because of the vast crowd, he completely lost track of Lou Cheng.
"Forget it, we didn't do anything." His companion waved his hands and turned around. "That guy just now looked like an excellent disciple of some martial arts school. With his agility, tsk tsk, I almost thought he disappeared out of thin air."
In Zhaofeng, the grilled skewers on the street might be Lianjiazi, and they might even be familiar with iron sand and iron tou skills. They have long been familiar with it.
At the intersection in the distance, Lou Cheng sensed that they hadn't come after him, so he couldn't help but smile triumphantly, and said to himself:
"Fortunately, I can run faster than Western reporters."
He didn't affect his emotions because of the previous situation. If such trivial things were serious, it would mean that he had lost.
"I almost got fined just now!" Lou Cheng sent a message to Yan Zheke deliberately exaggerating.
Why do I say again...
The girl happened to be out of class, and asked with a "sitting and laughing" expression:
"What bad thing did you do again! Did you step on someone's floor tiles? Damaged a poor street tree? Did you break the chains that stop your bicycle?"
"I'm like a saboteur... I just took a few photos, look..." Lou Cheng spread his hands helplessly, and described what happened just now, laughing and laughing with classmate Ke Xiaoke for a while.
When the girl refocused on her studies, he continued walking aimlessly. Suddenly, he saw a noodle shop that was very lively. There were so many diners that it almost blocked the walkway. Some people even squatted on the side of the street with bowls in their hands and started eating. There were quite a few of them. !
It looks delicious... Lou Cheng walked over excitedly, checked the review website, and found that this restaurant is indeed well-known, and everyone who has eaten there is full of praise.
Just when he was about to squeeze in to order food, he suddenly found a diner squatting on the side of the road who looked familiar.
Staring at it, he was startled.
Damn, this is not coach Lu Yan Lu!
Although he also distorted the muscles of his face and changed his appearance, that serious feeling, that unflattering arrogance, was still so vivid and outstanding.
He, he actually squatted on the side of the road to eat noodles
It's hard to imagine that this is something Coach Lu would do!
Sensing the staring eyes, Lu Yan suddenly turned his head and saw Lou Cheng.
His face turned black, and he turned his head to look at the big bowl, as if to say that you recognized the wrong person.
The scene was a bit embarrassing for a while... The corner of Lou Cheng's mouth twitched, he moved his footsteps, and followed the queue to the cashier, where he paid first and then waited for the meal.
When he got the local special noodles, he planned to squat next to Lu Yan, acting like everyone else, without embarrassment, but found that the coach had long since disappeared, leaving only a pair of chopsticks and a clean meal without any leftovers. The bowl is waiting for the waiter to collect it.
I seem to hear coach Lu roaring, who is almost like you! Lou Cheng laughed at himself, squatted down, looked at the opposite side, and sucked on the noodles.
On the opposite side is a row of shops selling Buddhist household items. There are so-called consecrated Buddha statues, various rosary beads, different ritual instruments and scripture "relics", which are also the characteristics of Zhaofeng.
"The noodles are really good..." Lou Cheng praised in his belly, "It's a pity that I didn't meet the living Buddha, otherwise I would have taken revenge for the last treat..."
...
Daxing Temple, inside a Zen room.
Shishan rubbed his belly and looked out the window, his mind seemed to go straight to various supper stalls.
Only one reason finally stopped him:
no money!
As a high-level executive of Daxing Temple, he responded to the call of the abbot, "poverty and self-sufficiency", without any salary, anyway, the school is responsible for basic necessities, food, housing and transportation, and a monk has no other needs.
This is also the reason 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 wouldn't be out of money all the time.
Sighing, Shishan stroked the "thank you letter" in front of him, which was a gift he received for donating to needy children.
"I expect to be able to last until next month. Who knows that during the Chinese New Year, I get hungry too many times..." He shook his head and laughed, walked out of the room, and knocked on the door of "King Ming" Zhihai.
He has no psychological barriers to borrowing money.
Dong dong dong, amidst the rhythmic knock on the door, Zhihai came out.
Shi Shan was about to speak, when his gaze suddenly froze, because the other party had a thank-you letter similar to his own.
"What's the matter?" Zhihai asked.
"It's all right." Shishan chuckled, turned around and left, "Go back to sleep, go back to sleep!"
"Yutang Jifeng... is worthy of being the reincarnated living Buddha." "King Ming" Zhihai looked at his back with serious emotion, pondering the deep meaning of Zen.
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On Sunday afternoon, the Dragon and Tiger Club and their party set foot on the stone steps leading to Daxing Temple.