"Bang bang bang!"

In the Futu Tower, the crazy old monk held a Zen staff, turned into a gray dragon, and danced around Guo Dalu, and the Zen staff in his hand turned into a cane shadow in the sky, like a multi-petal lotus, surrounded Guo Dalu in layers, and the sound of energy was non-stop. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Guo Dalu laughed endlessly in the shadow of the cane, "Crazy monk, your killing bodhi fruit hasn't borne fruit yet?" Tsk, you said that you are an old guy who is more than 100 years old, why are you still so obsessed? Haven't you heard of it, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot? As long as you put down the Zen stick and be hit by me a few times, you can become a Buddha immediately!, this trick is ...... powerful."

This crazy monk is actually the mad monk Pu Yuan, a martial arts master who shocked overseas and killed all over the Western world that no one dared to stop.

Since he was persuaded to return to the Shaolin Temple from overseas by the Pudu Zen master of the previous generation of Shaolin masters, he has been guarding the scriptures and documents of Shaolin for thousands of years in the Futu Tower. Seven years ago, Guo Dalu had a meeting with him, and when he was beaten by him, the was about to be beaten, and he ran out of the Shaolin Temple in a gray manner, leaving cruel words in order to save face.

Now seeing Pu Yuan again, Guo Dalu has become a master of a realm with him, naturally no longer worried, after fighting with Pu Yuan, Guo Dalu feels extremely happy, with his current realm desire to defeat and can not get, now to have a martial arts master to compete with himself, it is really a lifelong blessing, but it is a pity that Puyun in this is mentally damaged, and his spirit is not normal, otherwise he will talk about martial arts with each other, then it is called a comfort.

Pu Yuan turned a deaf ear to Guo Dalu's words, kept the Zen staff in his hand, and muttered in his mouth: "Kill the Luo Han Fruit, kill the Red Lotus! Kill the nameless fire, kill the Futu Tower! Kill the hell empty, and kill the immortals are afraid of ......."

Wang Yingying, who had been standing under the Futu Pagoda and had not left, looked at the Fangzheng monk beside him, "Master, it's been almost half an hour, why are these two people still fighting? Nothing will happen, right?"

Monk Fang Zheng smiled and said, "What can happen? Seven years ago, Mr. Guo was able to escape from my uncle's hands, and seven years later, he has become a martial arts master, can he still be injured?"

He sighed, "My uncle is a little crazy, and he doesn't know the severity of his shot, but Mr. Guo is a person who understands, if he finds that something is wrong, he will naturally retreat, and it is impossible to resist a madman." ”

Wang Yingying thought about it, with Guo Dalu's skills, it was impossible to get injured, and it was estimated that there was no one in the world who could hurt him. However, this uncle of Master Fangzheng has been able to fight Guo Dalu so far, which is terrifying to think about.

Monk Fangzheng is at least over 90 years old, isn't his uncle about to be over 100 years old? The old monk who is over 100 years old is still so powerful, it is hard to imagine how powerful he was when he was young!

Shaolin Temple still has such a master!

Wang Yingying thought that he had contempt for Monk Fang Zheng when he first entered the temple gate, and he couldn't help sweating on his forehead at this time, "Not to mention the master on the Futu Tower, even the Master Fangzheng in front of me is also a great master, counting more than 30 people in my Qingliang Mountain, no one can compare to Master Fangzheng, even my master Wu Kun is not enough." ”

Wang Yingying and the monk Fangzheng waited under the Futu Pagoda for a long time, and saw that the tower body of the Futu Pagoda shook suddenly, and the copper bell hanging on the eaves of the octagonal pagoda made a rapid sound, and it was a long time to rest.

After this earthquake, there was no movement in the Futu Pagoda.

A group of monks under the tower looked at each other, not knowing what was going on above, Wang Yingying also felt a tingling in his scalp, "Master, nothing will happen to them, right?"

Fang Zheng raised his head and shouted loudly above the Futu Tower: "Mr. Guo, are you okay?"

When he shouted, the sound didn't sound very loud, but the copper bell on the Futu Tower jingled again, and the nearby birds flew in fright and couldn't stop chirping.

Wang Yingying was dumbfounded, and he was a little scared in his heart, "How deep is this Fang Zheng Master's internal strength? Just now I thought he was already very powerful, but now it seems that he is even more powerful than I thought just now!"

After Monk Fangzheng shouted, Guo Dalu's voice sounded from the tower, "It's okay, I can't die for a while!"

There was a sense of joy in his voice, "Shu Shuang!

Monk Fangzheng listened to his internal qi and knew that he had nothing to do, but he was worried about his uncle, "Mr. Guo, is my uncle okay?"

Guo Dalu said: "It's okay! This crazy monk can still breathe!"

As soon as he said this, Monk Fangzheng was even more worried, "Mr. Guo, don't hurt him! My uncle is old now, and he doesn't use his muscles and bones as his ability, and besides, he is delirious, don't hurt him!"

Guo Dalu said: "Hurt a fart, do you think he is an ordinary person?"

The two of them asked and answered, just like two normal people talking and communicating normally, if you close your eyes, it is impossible to hear that the two of them are actually in a tower dozens of meters away, and the other is in the temple below the tower.

Guo Dalu in the tower was sitting cross-legged on the ground at this time, staring at the Puyuan monk opposite.

Monk Puyuan also sat cross-legged on the ground, his Zen staff resting horizontally on his legs, and muttered to himself, "It's still a little short! It's still a little short! Where is the opportunity? Where is the opportunity?"

He is no longer crazy, but his eyes are blank, although he is face to face with Guo Dalu, he is blind to Guo Dalu.

Guo Dalu already knew at this time that after this crazy monk tried to compete with himself, he should have reached a critical juncture in his cultivation, but he seemed to lack a little chance or a little spiritual light, so he could not complete his cultivation.

However, Guo Dalu can't help with this kind of thing at all, if he can become a Buddha and borrow the hands of others, then the Buddha is too easy to cultivate.

After resting cross-legged for a while, Guo Dalu stood up and continued to walk towards the top of the tower, but Pu Yuan no longer intercepted him, but still muttered in his mouth: "It's still a little worse, it's still a little worse, what about the chance, what about my chance?"

He seems to be stuck at a juncture of becoming a Buddha and an ancestor, but he just can't take the last step.

Guo Dalu glanced at the old monk, then shook his head and walked towards the fifth floor.

Starting from the fifth floor, this floating tower is the place where the scriptures are stored, which are placed on the shelves one by one, and the scriptures here are divided into two kinds of Buddhist scriptures and martial scriptures.

Because for the monks, the Buddhist scriptures are the original, and the martial scriptures are the end, so when placing the scriptures, the Shaolin monks put the martial scriptures on the fifth and sixth layers, and the Buddhist scriptures are placed on the seventh to ninth layers.

Guo Dalu is only interested in the martial scriptures, as for the Buddhist scriptures, he is too lazy to watch them, and he doesn't want to be a monk, what is he doing when he reads the Buddhist scriptures?

Besides, in his vague memory, there are so many such orthodox Buddhist scriptures that there is no need to look at them at all.

There are really a lot of martial arts scriptures in the Futu Tower, and the seventy-two stunts are a bit exaggerated, but there are thirty or forty stunts, and the power is not trivial, and I don't know what these monks are doing with so many killing techniques.

Guo Dalu watched these martial arts scriptures, and he couldn't finish them for a while, so he stayed in this Shaolin Temple, meditating and practicing qi every day, figuring out the scriptures, eating and drinking his own Shaolin supply.

Just when he was looking through these Shaolin secret techniques, the movie "First Blood" began to be released in major film and television cities.

In the cinema chain in China, the cinemas of Tianxi Group occupy almost half of the entire cinema chain, and the rest of the market is divided by several other large companies and a number of small companies.

For the movies shot by their own company, the staff of Tianxi Cinema Line naturally have to give the greatest care.

A week before the release of "First Blood", large posters were already pasted in a conspicuous place at the entrance of the theater, and the advertising screen near the entrance of the theater was continuously playing the promotional footage of "First Blood".

In these promotional videos, Guo Dalu's red striped upper body full of strength has become the biggest highlight, and the shot of Guo Dalu holding a machine gun with a red cloth wrapped around his head in the heavy snow has also caught the attention of many people.

By the time the movie was released, the theater had sold out all the tickets within three days.