Shaolin Temple has a branch in Hong Kong, and recently established the Hong Kong Shaolin Martial Arts Exchange Center, recruiting more than 3,000 disciples and apprentices every year, arranging warrior monks and coaches to teach martial arts boxing, which is quite immense.
But the Shaolin abbot Master Yongxin did not live in the branch or in the exchange center, but in the most luxurious hotel in Hong Kong, the Peninsula Hotel.
The Peninsula Hotel is opposite Victoria Harbour, with beautiful scenery and a panoramic sea view from the middle and upper floors, even Queen Elizabeth II has stayed here.
Yongxin abbot and many main figures in the temple went to Hong Kong this time, and many rich people, big families, celebrities gathered, to increase the atmosphere, naturally to prepare for the listing, how can not lose face, in order to enhance the modern atmosphere, reflect the demeanor of Shaolin Temple with the times, in one breath chartered more than a dozen large rooms on the high-rise of the Peninsula Hotel.
"Is the abbot up?"
At this moment, an old monk with a beard and eyebrows, slightly gray, and dressed in a gray-and-yellow robe, walked through the empty corridor of the hotel, and then stopped at the door of a room.
There were two young monks standing at the door of the room, leggings, yellow coats, obvious bulges of musculoskeletal bulges, temples slightly raised, eyes blazing, a strong and strong appearance, obviously good martial arts practice, but these two monks, their mouths were shiny, and the smell of wine was reflected on their clothes and gowns, obviously they were wine and meat monks.
Seeing this old monk, the two young monks hurriedly stood up straight, "Master Dejian, the abbot attended the drinking party of the Lin Jewelry Group last night, and he didn't sleep all night, and in the morning, he called Yanjing again to deal with some things, and he was so busy that he had lunch just now and had gone to bed." ” "Well, in that case, I won't bother, let's wait for the abbot to wake up."
The old monk Dejian sighed slightly, turned around and walked to the staircase step by step.
"Uncle Dejian."
At the door, another middle-aged monk in a yellow coat stopped Dejian.
"It's deep.
You are also here to find the abbot The abbot didn't sleep last night, and he didn't sleep until noon today, he doesn't know martial arts, and his physique is weak, so you still don't bother him. ” "No, I just got the news this morning, Guochao, Guochao and the director of the Shandong Laoshan Neijia Boxing Gym competed, was, was" The middle-aged monk's face was twisted, his nostrils made a sound like a roar, and the fists of his hands were clenched, making a cooing and crumbling sound.
"What's going on?"
the old monk Dejian hurriedly asked.
"Just now, the Ministry of State Security informed me that the National Super League was killed in the morning, and he was kicked and broke his neck bone and Adam's apple, and he was already dead."
As he spoke, the middle-aged monk burst into tears, as if he had died of his son.
"What, how can it be impossible, Guochao's martial arts are outstanding, almost one of the best figures.
How could he be killed, Mo Fei, Mo Fei used a gun" De Jian was also taken aback, with his old monk's cultivation, he had participated in Zen for many years, and his heart could not be calm.
"There are no guns, the national dynasty is from the national security department, and the other party is also from the political axe department.
The news I just received is pure martial arts.
Xingshen took a hard breath and calmed down.
Guochao is my heir to the mantle, and he was actually killed by that person, I have to go to him for revenge. ” "Slow, discuss this matter with the abbot first" Dejian shouted: "Xingshen, you are now in your fifties, your physical strength is no longer at the peak, Guochao's martial arts are already on par with yours, since he is not someone's opponent, you go to take revenge and compete in martial arts, and what advantage can you take advantage of, you will still be killed by others, and people are internal to the political axe."
You can get it in."
Xingshen was heartbroken: "Then forget it, you know, how much effort I spent on Guochao."
My heart hurts now more than my dead son. ” "It's Yonghe, Yongbao, these two national superpowers, let's talk to the abbot first, and see how the abbot arranges."
Tak Jian Road.
The two warrior monks at the door saw Dejian and came over, but they didn't stop it, but they were a little afraid of it.
Immediately get out of the way.
Xingshen has thick eyebrows, a long and narrow face, eyes that are as big as bull's eyes, and a wide mouth.
As soon as the two entered the room, they turned a few doors, and saw a chubby Maitreya Buddha-like monk sleeping on the soft big bed, which was the abbot of Shaolin.
"Abbot, abbot."
Xingshen shouted a few times, and the abbot finally woke up and rubbed his sparse eyes.
"You" the abbot sat up, "The matter of Yongbao Yonghe has been dealt with, I talked to an acquaintance yesterday and mentioned the interrogation of the national security department, it should be more lenient."
Don't intercede, the two of them have committed a crime, and they will be sentenced to at least ten years and eight years.
There's nothing I can do about it. ” "No, it's the national super, he rushed to Hong Kong this morning to compete with that Wang Chao, and as a result, he was killed."
"What" The abbot was taken aback, his body almost jumped, and then his eyebrows tightened, "You wait."
While talking, he grabbed the phone and dialed a few numbers, not knowing who he was talking to, "Did Guochao die this morning, what happened?"
There was a sound as thin as a mosquito on the phone, and the more the abbot listened, the more solemn his face became.
Click, he hung up the phone: "This matter is not good to deal with, you should transfer Yonglong and Yonghu back from the Shaolin Temple in the United States and Germany, and also transfer the line intention in the Russian branch."
There's so much involved in this matter, I have to think about it.
In addition, Uncle Xingshen, don't get excited, don't panic, and don't go to Laoshan in Shandong to find someone to take revenge, by the way, I remember that Wang Chao killed Zhang Wei, Zhang Wei has a senior brother, and he is also friends with a Xu Taoist in Wudang, you go to find them.
Master Dejian, you have some friendship with Xu Zhen, go and talk about it, Wang Chao killed his apprentice, there must be some connection, in addition, Xu Zhen has a connection with the martial arts world, Wang Chao is in Shandong, killed Ye Xuan, this is also a revenge.
Let's take a look first, let's talk about it, we Shaolin, don't get involved in politics, it's best to look at it from the means of the Jianghu competition. ” Shaolin has seven crosses: Fuhui Zhizijue, the original circle can be understood.
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This Dejian is the boxing master of Southern Shaolin, but he is old, and under the communication of Yongxin, Northern and Southern Shaolin has cooperated as a whole, jointly developing the brand and invigorating the economy.
However, in terms of seniority, Dejian is two generations higher than Yongxin.
But seniority is useless, and everything still has to be up to the abbot.
Xingshen is Taimur Mountain, the head of the sect who specializes in training warrior monks, his martial arts are very strong, and he is also Duan Guochao's master, but now he is more than fifty years old, close to sixty, and his boxing skills are no longer the peak of his heyday, so Jiande sees it very accurately, since Duan Guochao has been killed, this master will definitely not be able to get benefits.
The elite of Shaolin's martial arts are all abroad, just Yongxin said that Yonglong, Yonghu, one is the master of the German Shaolin Temple, the other is the master of the American Shaolin Temple, and the other is the host of the Russian Shaolin Temple.
The situation abroad is not as good as at home, and if you want to open a martial arts gym abroad, it is inevitable that you will often fight in martial arts, and fight to the death, which is simply commonplace.
When Bruce Lee developed in the United States, he had to fight almost every day, and martial artists, boxers, judokas, masters in the underworld and so on.
So the elite forces of Shaolin are all abroad.
Some people in China can mix rice as long as they blow their mouths, but when they go abroad, there is no second way except to prove that they are strong and powerful by fighting.
Yonghe, Yongbao was also born as an American underground boxing champion and became a monk halfway.
"Uncle Xingshen, remember, don't stir up trouble through some of your connections.
We Shaolin, only develop the economy and martial arts, other things, don't touch and don't think about it, Yonghe, Yongbao, I have opened them out of Shaolin, that is, expelled from the division.
Regarding the matter of Duan Guochao, I will state that the affairs of the lay family have nothing to do with us, and we will deal with it as such.
The monks don't ask about mundane things, and you don't make a fuss.
Although Xingshen is the uncle, the abbot admonishes and admonishes, and his tone is very harsh.
"Hmm."
Dejian and Xingshen both nodded, this abbot has no martial arts, but up and down Shaolin, everyone has to look at his face, the weight of authority, it is simply better than the emperor.
Because without him, the monks up and down have a big problem with whether they can eat or not.
Although Xingshen has high martial arts, what he eats in his mouth, what he wears on his body, monthly salary, bonuses, and benefits all have to pass through the abbot.
No matter how high the boxing skills are, they can't be eaten as food.
Not to mention that Shaolin got the news that Duan Guochao was killed, and had some plans.
Wang Chao and Lin Yanan returned to the unit, and early the next morning, the comrades of the Central Investigation Team had already arrived at Political Commissar Yang's office.
"Colonel Lin Yanan, Lieutenant Colonel Wang Chao.
Dong Ling, Chen Ke, Duan Guochao, fighting privately and seriously violating organizational discipline, must be taken away.
Go to Yanjing to deal with it seriously. ” To be continued: