Main Text Volume 661 Performance or Complaint?

"Oh, excuse me, let me go, I'm sorry, everyone, let me go."

"Who are you? Why should 19 make room for you? I'm watching this wonderfully!"

"Ahem, I am that Master Qin!"

With Qin Guan's words, the policemen who were all looking at the martial arts personnel in the square turned their attention to him one by one.

But Qin Guan took advantage of everyone's stupefaction and squeezed out.

"Say hello to Master Qin!"

...deafening.

Oh my god, I was scared to death.

"Don't be dazed, the conference performance is about to start, follow me to the backstage to get ready?"

"yes!"

'Clang, clang, clang...'

Yep, it's on again!

When the people in the square followed Qin Guan's command, passed through the gate of the conference auditorium, and passed the trembling police officers, the masters of the martial arts gym still did not forget to greet them one by one with their hands clasped together.

'Concession! '

'please! '

When they walked into the backstage, the sheriffs, who were in a mess in the wind, thought that this 'shocking' performance was about to end, and when the dragon and lion dancers who were originally in the square also started to pack their things and prepare to evacuate, There was a burst of melodious Buddhist music from afar.

'Hey, Namorana, Darayaya...Yuhawarayaja...'

Six Shaolin monks headed by Master Guolin and their lay disciples, surrounded by a group of believers, walked slowly towards the conference hall of the New York Police Department.

The leader, Master Guolin, was wearing a gift that Qin Guan personally presented that day, a cassock made by local skilled craftsmen in China with brocade as the base material.

And those gold silk embroidery, hollow inlays and small jewels inlaid on every node, all reflect Qin Guan's generous and caring attitude towards the Shaolin Temple in New York.

donation.

Master Guolin, who was wearing a super luxurious cassock, looked even more solemn.

And the Shaolin Temple in New York was mobilized today. After seeing the presiding officer's attire today and knowing the reason why they went out, all the believers around them spontaneously followed them.

Serving the Dharma is as sweet as sugar...

The wide and deep Buddhist music playing behind it is the masterpiece of an audio shop owner.

The most interesting phenomenon is that this group of people is different from the 80% Asian faces of the performers in the martial arts gym just now. In the group of Shaolin Temple, Americans accounted for more than half of the country.

'Amitabha….'

"For alms, please go to the front desk of the police station, Civil Affairs Division..."

Director Henry's answer made Master Guolin take a high look, and he knew that Chinese culture was well edified.

"Goodness, goodness, I am here on purpose at the invitation of Lord Qin..."

"Oh, please come inside, Master. Have you seen the small door on the left? Open it to the backstage, and Master Qin is inside right now."

Master Guolin's innocence was as plain as water, and Sergeant Henry who answered him unconsciously used honorifics, and the Shaolin group who got the response saluted the sergeant in unison.

"It's time to work!"

The bald heads flashed in front of everyone's eyes, followed by a group of nondescript blondes, singing the same song together.

When the figure of this group of people completely disappeared in the conference hall, this group of policemen from all over the place was blown up!

"I'm going, Henry, what are they going to perform?"

"Are there any other actors? Don't be surprised, I'm not young, I thought I would explain it here today!"

"Are you kidding, our guns are for breathing?"

"No, you cannot understand the mysteries of these Orientals! Really, old friend, be on your guard!"

The gossiping Chief Henry lost his temper after being quarreled by these sheriffs with different personalities. He waved his hands helplessly: "Don't worry, there is a back door for actors in this conference hall. I don't think there should be one." The outlier appeared again, maybe, maybe, maybe..."

With Sergeant Henry's explanation, no one is even in the mood to drink the delicious cocktails on the waiter's tray.

After all, not many people appeared on the stage in an exaggerated way, and those police officers who were looking forward to it did not welcome the arrival of the third wave of performers in the end lying beside the door.

Instead, the hot buffet in the venue began to be served.

At this time, it was the time when everyone was chatting about the topic, drinking wine, eating side dishes, watching the wonderful performance on stage, and imagining the bright future. Director Henry gave the order to Qin Guan who was waiting in the background to start the performance. instructions.

Entrusted by others, it is a matter of being loyal to others, how about saying that the Chinese are sincere.

This Qin Guan racked his brains, and the performance of the annual meeting, which was running around in many ways, finally kicked off in this large auditorium.

At the bottom of the venue, there were lively conversations, and the food that was served first made the people in the venue relax all their minds.

Suddenly, a melodious silk and bamboo sound sounded from the backstage, followed by the lights of the closed auditorium being turned off one by one.

The lights in the entire arena became gloomy and dimmed. Only the stage where the melodious music was coming from, on the contrary, several high-frequency headlights were lit up by 'Pa Pa Pa Pa'. This dark place is illuminated extraordinarily brightly.

The curtain at the edge of the stage began to be slowly pulled up, and four or five bands made up of Chinese classical instruments slowly appeared in front of everyone.

Some of the audience below had never seen the instrumental music on stage, but it still didn't affect their admiration for these unique musical instruments.

It looks so beautiful for no reason, tall and tall like historical precipitation.

A young pipa player in the middle alone started the heavenly sonorous sound.

‘Dang lang lang lang… ding lang lang lang’

The murderous air like an iron horse rushed towards the face, and with the accompaniment of these music, today's performers who are the main performers began to step up to the stage one by one.

No, it can't be said to be walking, but the word "jump" is more appropriate.

These university cheerleaders can also do somersaults and jumps, but inexplicably added bravery to these warriors.

A group of people headed by everyone in the martial arts hall, dressed in uniform black bunt Chinese-style clothes, lined up in several columns, and then let out the most orderly shouts.

'ha! Hey! '

Throwing punches, closing punches, horse steps, high kicks, all done in an orderly and mighty manner.

A group of elders who passed by under the hail of bullets in the audience were stunned.

Is this for a show? Are you sure you didn't come to challenge? (To be continued.)