I don't know how long it took, but one of the monks at the ticket gate shouted: "Hurry up if you want to buy tickets, the show is about to start!" ”

The men, women, and children who were wandering outside the door to watch the excitement and hesitate to buy tickets to go in to watch the performance suddenly let out a commotion, and they seemed to be doing the final psychological struggle.

This group of monks, who claim to be from the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, built a spacious greenhouse with steel bars and red cloth this afternoon, and the space in the shed is large enough to accommodate the four or five hundred spectators from the village who bought tickets to watch the performance.

In the warm-up before the opening, the flickering lights in the studio suddenly went out, and it was instantly pitch black in front of them, many viewers shouted like mountain spirits, and those who had never seen the world thought it was a power outage, and the dark and black around were full of figures, and the short Lin Yang and Li Yi were holding Zhou Huiwen's left and right hands respectively, and they felt a sense of security.

"You two don't move, stay there for me."

The scene environment is too crowded, mixed with fish and dragons, plus the lights in the shed are all out, and his son Li Yi is the naughty master, Zhou Huiwen is afraid that they will not be able to sit still and run around, as a parent, Zhou Huiwen is inevitably a little worried, so she can only tell them in advance.

With a "bang", the lights in the studio were turned on again, and after a long wait, the audience's long-accumulated love was completely ignited by the lights.

"! After waiting for a long time, the show finally began! ”

"Look away, you're too tall to block my view."

"Dwarf winter melon, you can't see it, it's my business! Who told you to be so short? ”

“……”

In order to let the audience in the back row see the performance in front, the staff of the martial arts troupe carefully instructed the audience in the front row to squat or sit, even so, but not everyone was satisfied.

"Shaolin, Shaolin

How many heroes and heroes have come to admire you Shaolin, Shaolin

How many magical stories are telling you everywhere

Superb martial arts

Unique

The Shaolin Temple is powerful in all directions

A long history

A long history

Shaolin Temple has a brilliant reputation

A thousand-year-old temple

……”

The giant loudspeaker in the studio played the theme song "Shaolin Shaolin" of the movie "Shaolin Temple" starring Jet Li, which brought the audience to the strong martial arts atmosphere of Shaolin Temple.

Accompanied by the familiar music, the first to come up is the "Southern Boxing" performance of seven or eight monks, the monks' hands are like claws, punching like a tiger descending the mountain to the audience, the sound of neat and energetic chopping feet echoes in the playground, like a bronze man standing in the playground, won the applause and shouts of the audience.

Next on the scene was a sturdy young monk, who performed the "nunchucks" performance on the carpet alone, and it has to be said that he did throw the nunchucks vigorously.

"Hum Ha Xi ......" The little monk who used the nunchuck had a cold face, showing super and dazzling stick throwing skills in his hands, and he still had words on his lips.

Fast, swift and gorgeous, these three words are not enough to describe his wonderful nunchucks performance.

In his previous life, Lin Yang, who had seen a lot of the world, also watched the little monk's nunchuck performance with relish.

After the performance, a middle-aged monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, lifted a black microphone in his right hand, twisted a small notebook in his left hand, and walked to the middle of the carpet.

"All the donors present, do you think my junior brother's nunchuck performance just now was wonderful?"

"Wonderful!" Everyone spoke in unison.

The monk waved his hand with satisfaction, and said, "The nunchuck is a weapon that you can carry with you. It's soft and hard, soft and rigid! It can be collected and released, short and concise!

It's easy to carry and powerful! It can not only defend itself, but also strengthen the body!

Although, it was spread to the world by the Chinese grandmaster Bruce Lee.

But! I believe that all the donors should have heard a sentence, the world's martial arts out of Shaolin! That's right, the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, and the nunchucks are also from our Songshan Shaolin......"

"If there is a donor, sincerely want to learn the most practical and authentic nunchuck, we Songshan Shaolin Temple, willing to sell it cheaply for ten yuan, and come with a copy of our Shaolin Temple's own unique nunchuck method, please believe that this temple is not to make money, but to promote Shaolin martial arts......"

The monk said as he raised the small book in his hand to the audience.

Seeing this, Lin Yang couldn't help but laugh.

"Ten dollars a piece, ten dollars a piece...... Comes with a copy of my temple's unique stick method...... Limited number and limited number of places......"

The monk continued to sell, and in the crowd, some people exchanged heads and ears, and some began to waver.

"Bring me one!" A high-spirited young man suddenly roared in the crowd and groped out a ten-yuan bill from his trouser pocket, which successfully attracted the attention of the audience.

The monk walked quickly, walked towards the pile, paid the money with one hand, delivered the goods with the other, and said: "Ani Buddha Buddha, this donor has a heart."

"I want it too!"

"Master, look at me! I'll buy one too. ”

“……”

With the beginning of the buying and selling of nunchucks, the atmosphere of the scene suddenly warmed up, this so-called martial arts performance, has gradually changed its taste, it is not like a martial arts performance at all, but like a show of the rivers and lakes under the overpass, these "monks" in the name of selling art do not sell themselves, do a trick of money sales.

"Mom, buy me a nunchuck, okay? I promise you that I will study hard in the future, okay? Mom......"

The innocent Li Yi pursed her lips and looked at her mother Zhou Huiwen with a pleading face.

Zhou Huiwen didn't say a word, lowered her head, and glared at Li Yi fiercely with her eyes as a warning.

Relying on the public place, there were many people around, and his mother categorically didn't dare to beat him, Li Yi was fearless, so he naturally refused to give up, and was still unyielding, grabbing Zhou Huiwen's sleeves with both hands and shaking them around, and continued to say pitifully: "Woo...... Mom, buy me a nunchuck, I'll ask for a nunchuck from Shaolin Temple, Mom ......"

Zhou Huiwen suddenly, her face plummeted, and she raised a hand, but the slap did not fall.

Lin Yang on the side couldn't stand it anymore, he coughed lightly, and persuaded: "Ah Yi, don't make trouble, after selling nunchucks, they will sell other weapons later!" To tell you the truth, these are all tricks to cheat money! They are not Shaolin Temple monks at all. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Huiwen stared at Lin Yang with an almost surprised gaze.

"Cheating money? How do you know? How do you know they're not monks from Shaolin Temple? Li Yi didn't think so, obviously unwilling to give up, he didn't want to miss the opportunity to practice the famous Shaolin Temple martial arts secrets.

Lin Yang said lightly: "If you don't believe it, we'll see, they will buy other things later."

After buying nunchucks, they continued to perform martial arts.

Frankly speaking, it is impossible to walk the rivers and lakes without a skill.

Go to the knife mountain, sleep on the nail bed, stab the throat with a silver gun, lie on the abdomen with a steel fork, sashimi with five guns, break the steel plate at the head, break the wooden stick on the body, suck the bowl in the dantian, pierce the glass with a flying needle, and kung fu boxing......

Regardless of whether they are real Shaolin Temple monks or not, these performances are indeed real hard kung fu, and Lin Yang is convinced.

Shaolin Temple, a familiar, but distant and unfamiliar ancient temple.

In his previous life, Lin Yang, who was young, also longed for it, but due to various reasons, he never moved forward.

Sure enough, as Lin Yang expected, after selling nunchucks, after a few shows, they began to sell three-section sticks again, and after selling three-section sticks, they began to sell other cold weapons, as well as medicinal herbs and medicinal wine for treating bruises, and finally the finale was to sell Buddha beads, jade pendants, Buddha statues, and Guanyin......

It can be described as varied, and there is everything. This group of unknown monks, in Zhushi Village, made a lot of money by coaxing and deception.

The show is coming to an end.

The lights went out again, leaving only a looming light on the stage, and the final performance was finalized by the "abbot of Shaolin Temple" who had never appeared all night, Master Miao Rong.

At first glance, Master Miao Rong stood in the middle of the stage wearing a red robe, his face was old, and he had a long beard under his cheeks, and the whole person looked like an indescribable fairy wind and bones.

Not to mention the rest, his dignity and aura are presentable, and it is no problem to calm the audience.

At this time, on the table five meters away from Master Miao Rong, there was a black transparent empty beer bottle.

Looking at Master Miao Rong's windy formation, the audience at the scene fell silent, and they all held their breath and waited to see what would happen next.

"Roaring ......"

From a distance of five meters, Master Miao Rong let out a loud shout and slapped his empty palm, and the beer bottles on the table did not move at all.

The bottle was not broken, but Master Miao Rong's body was shaking, and his old body seemed to be sick, crumbling, and worrying.

"Master, master......" Several young monks hurriedly surrounded him and supported Master Miaorong with concern.

"Disciples, get out of the way!" Master Miao Rong settled down, staggered to his feet again, and seemed to refuse to accept the old age.

Several young monks hurriedly and obediently flashed to the side.

Lin Yang faintly felt that Master Miao Rong was about to make a big move.

Really!

Master Miao Rong suddenly held his breath and stared.

In an instant, only he could hear a loud shout, as if a thunderclap sounded from above the nine heavens, and no one could see how he did it, all everyone saw was his earth-shattering palm.

"Bang" a glass sound!

In the dim light, the beer bottles on the table shattered instantly.

The crowd had not yet had time to applaud.

I saw that Master Miao Rong's face was pale, and with a "poof" in his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of blood and fell on the carpet.

"Master, master, are you alright? ......" More than a dozen monks rushed up and gathered around Master Miao Rong.

Almost everyone at the scene was impressed by Master Miaorong's profound internal skills, only Lin Yang, a kid, was amused by Master Miaorong in the noisy and noisy crowd.

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