Volume 658 Donor, Please Advise!

‘Is this benefactor justified? '

‘Master, hello, I’m Qin Guan who called here two days ago, and I’ve already made an appointment with Master Guolin. '

Hearing Qin Guan's response, the little master couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then he began to look up and down carefully at the young benefactor opposite him.

A few days earlier, my master became inexplicably excited, and shared the news with them during the daily morning class.

It is said that Qin Guan, who is also from China, wants to talk to him about the promotion of Chinese martial arts culture. From that day on, these monks who are deaf to the world and devote themselves to the Buddha, only learned about Qin Guan. What kind of person is he.

Now, what they heard and saw about Qin Guan is really true, just because of the figure and demeanor of the man in front of them, he is destined to become popular everywhere.

The little master withdrew his last scrutiny, saluted lightly, and replied: "Benefactor, please wait a moment."

Then he turned his back, changed the peaceful atmosphere just now, and ordered to the apprentices in the compound with considerable momentum: "Okay! The first stage of training is over, rest where you are for fifteen minutes, and wait for me to come back." After that, we will carry out today's post-teaching!"

'yes! master! '

Qi Shushu's weird accent is all shouted out in Chinese.

If you ignore more than 60% of the people inside, whose long hair is blond, red, and brown, at first glance, you really think this is the most ordinary martial arts gym in China.

Qin Guan, who followed behind this handsome young master, but walked more than ten meters, knew that his thoughts at the door just now were narrow-minded.

Behind the Yanwu compound used to teach apprentices, through the corridor is the scripture library, then the five hundred arhat hall and the Buddhist hall, and the last one is the Buddhist temple for these monks, which is used for daily life.

This nearly 1,000-square-meter site was planned very reasonably by Master Guolin, making full use of the ancient architecture of China's round sky, and miniaturized a version of the most important architectural structure of Shaolin Temple, and moved it to New York.

Before Qin Guan could recover from the admiration, the little master had already led Qin Guan to the meditation room hosted by them.

The young monk turned around and sang again, then knocked on the door of Master Guolin's room.

An announcement, and the people inside gave a muffled response.

'Please come in. '

After getting the approval, the little master pushed the door of the meditation room open from the left to the right, and then retreated one by one, followed by another bow, and retreated in a very orderly manner.

Because of the light, Qin Guan, who was standing at the door of the meditation room, couldn't help squinting his eyes, and after getting used to it, he could see the people in the room clearly.

'Please come in quickly, benefactor Qin. '

The person sitting cross-legged on the futon was wearing the most ordinary dark yellow monk's robe. The rosary in his hand was very ordinary, but it could be seen that it was often played by its owner.

'Please sit down. '

People who have faith in their hearts always have a kind of spirit that is different from ordinary people. Even Qin Guan, who claims to be well-informed, had to praise that the person in front of him deserves to be called a high-spirited monk.

Master Guolin's appearance is very ordinary, but he always gives people a calm and distant Buddha nature, as if he is not a direct disciple of Shaolin Temple, but an ascetic monk who has specialized in Buddhism for many years, with profound Buddha nature.

Although he was only wearing the most common monk's robes, it was as if he was wearing an exquisite cassock. He was solemn and solemn, making people yearn for him when they saw him.

"Thank you. Master Guolin, I'm here today to talk about some details about the activities I communicated with you on the phone that day."

"This is how I plan. We can use this association of police departments across the United States effectively for him. We can unite well-known martial arts founders from all over New York State and show off their talents at the party..."

like this, like this, like this, like this...

It is not difficult for Qin Guan to ask them, as long as they show their strongest collective project, and show the shocking and mysterious beauty of Chinese martial arts, this is very simple for the monks of Shaolin Temple who are masters of all schools .

Master Guo Lin on the opposite side has been quietly listening to Qin Guan's plan and the details of the performance. He only nodded slightly in agreement when he heard the highlights.

After only a few minutes of communication, Qin Guan made his request clear, and when he looked at Master Guolin's meditation, he saw the other party's nod.

Qin Guan's heart immediately fell into his stomach. As long as the Shaolin faction agrees, then other martial arts masters will be able to lobby better.

After the task was completed, Qin Guan, who was about to leave the gift in his hand, got up to leave, but heard the response from Master Guo Lin who had been listening but rarely spoke.

"Qin Shi mainly performs such events, so he must have practiced in China, right?"

Qin Guan turned his head in surprise, and returned with a little embarrassment: "Yes, I have learned it. The direct disciple of Baguazhang once taught me for two days."

"Benefactor Qin, be humble. We need to get acquainted with each other's skills during the performance that day. I wonder if I can see what Benefactor Qin has learned?"

"Uh, no problem."

Fortunately, for this program these days, I also prepared in advance, and picked up the martial arts routines that I hadn't practiced for a long time.

"The place in front of the Chan martial arts field is quite spacious, and the benefactor Qin can naturally use it. Please come with me..."

Quite solemnly, Qin Guan followed Master Guolin calmly, and returned to the front yard. The courtyard with the open door turned out to be the Zen martial arts field in the temple.

Master Guolin, who was leading the way, had just arrived in the courtyard, and the students and apprentices who were still resting at the side stood up and saluted after seeing the master.

And the little master who led the way, after receiving the order from his host, directed his apprentices to give way to the center of the empty field.

To be honest, the venue here is much simpler than Qin Guan's usual work and performance venues, but he feels the pressure he has never felt before from these students who are inexplicably admired, or the masters who are full of momentum.

As long as I have no real ability, here, no, in the American martial arts world, I will lose my lord.

The current Qin Guan can only hope that what Master Mou Xiaoliu taught is the real thing.

Actual martial arts are different from martial arts performances. When they are displayed, they are naturally not as shocking as martial arts performances.

Besides, to these practitioners, no matter how good Qin Guan's fight is, in their eyes, he is nothing but flamboyance. (To be continued.)