Friday night, on the streets of Zhaofeng.
Lou Cheng controlled his facial muscles to change slightly as he walked among the bustling passersby. It was as though he was a different person, and no one could see through his disguise.
This was a real disguise technique completed by the realm of All Seeing God. Although he couldn't "transform" into someone else due to the bone structure, he could clearly distinguish himself.
"This isn't a provincial capital or a big city, but it's pretty lively here …" Lou Cheng muttered to himself. He looked around, occasionally taking out his phone to take pictures and share them with his wife, who had just arrived at the classroom.
In order to prepare for the upcoming battle, the Longhu Club had arrived in Zhaofeng City two days earlier than usual. This gave them ample time to adjust their condition.
After dinner, Lou Cheng pondered over the corresponding video and decided to relax. He decided to take a stroll and become an incompetent traveler.
"Sigh, after all, I'm not a martial arts fanatic like Guo Jie. I still need to relax …" He silently mocked himself. To his surprise, he found martial arts centers everywhere on the streets of Zhaofeng. There were even small advertisements on the telephone poles that read, "If you want to learn martial arts, go to a certain school." They were on par with the old Chinese doctor's treatment of psoriasis and body odor.
Lou Cheng was stunned for a few seconds. He recalled watching an interview program where Zhaofeng was jokingly referred to as the "City of Martial Arts Centers."
Daxing Temple's reputation spread far and wide. There were many who wanted to learn martial arts from them, but only a small portion of them were chosen. The rest went to Shangqing Sect, Shushan Study, Longhu Club, and other martial arts centers to try their luck. Some stayed in the area to see if there were any other avenues.
There were also many disciples who left Daxing Temple every year. They either returned to their hometowns, went to the big cities, or found business opportunities and stayed in Zhaofeng. They opened martial arts schools and centers, attracting large numbers of students in the name of orthodox disciples.
As the scale of the martial arts school grew, the number of imitators increased as well. In order to compete with the state-led martial arts school system, the Daxing Temple tacitly approved of this practice. If there were any well-prepared talents in Zhaofeng's martial arts school, then based on the relationship between the lay disciples and the school, they would undoubtedly recommend them to the Daxing Temple. Even if they didn't like each other in the end, it was inevitable that there would be some lingering feelings between the two sides.
In Jianghu, one more favor meant one more guarantee!
After years of development, the number of martial arts schools and dojos in Zhaofeng City was astounding. Many students from other cities, as well as their "study companions," had spurred the local real estate market, rental market, retail and wholesale, vegetable farming, livestock breeding, security personnel training, film and television companies, and other industries. They had contributed a lot to the city's GDP and tax revenue.
Initially, Zhaofeng City's government was against such a change. They felt that it was against the country's policy, but they slowly turned a blind eye to it. They were even happy to see it happen.
There were quite a few dojos in Huahai, Huacheng, Gaofen, and Moshang, but they were still considered small businesses. In Zhaofeng, however, it was a mainstay industry!
Interesting … Different cities have different characteristics … Lou Cheng glanced around and saw signs such as "Dabei Martial Arts School", "Daci Martial Arts School", "Dagui Martial Arts School", "Dagui Martial Arts School", "Dagui Martial Arts School", "Dagui Martial Arts School", and "Lower House of Daxing Temple". He found that their business was pretty good. They trained students during the day and worked out at night.
Crack! Crack! Crack! He took a few photos and was about to send them to Yan Zheke when he saw a few city management officers approaching. They stretched out their hands and said sternly,
"Delete the photos from just now!"
… What's going on … Lou Cheng was confused. His eyes were blank.
He lowered his head and browsed through the photos. In the corner of one of the photos, he saw a city management officer punishing a street vendor.
This is sputtering damage … They're afraid I'll post on Weibo and make a big news story … Lou Cheng laughed.
Why am I so confused with old ladies with red armbands and city management officers?
They don't want to delete my photos, they want to fine me!
The corner of his mouth twitched. Before the city management officer could say anything, he backed up and disappeared into the sea of people.
"…" The city management officers were stunned at first, but they quickly chased after him.
"Back in the day, I was called Flying on Grass in the martial arts center!" said one of them excitedly.
After a few steps, he suddenly stopped. He had completely lost track of Lou Cheng in the sea of people.
"Forget it, we didn't do anything." His companion waved his hand and turned back. "That guy must be an outstanding disciple from some martial arts center. That movement technique, tsk tsk, I almost thought he disappeared into thin air."
In Zhaofeng, the people selling barbecued skewers on the streets were all martial artists. They might even know things like Iron Sand Palm or Iron Head. They were already used to it.
At the intersection in the distance, Lou Cheng sensed that they didn't chase after him. He couldn't help but smile.
He thought to himself, Luckily I ran faster than the Western reporters.
He wasn't affected by the previous situation. If he took it seriously, he would have lost.
"I was almost fined again!" Lou Cheng sent a message to Yan Zheke, exaggerating.
Why did I say 'again' …
Yan Zheke had just finished her class. She asked him with an emoji,
"What bad things did you do again? Did you break someone's floor tile? Did you break a pitiful tree? Did you break a bicycle's chain? "
"Why do you make it sound like I'm a destructive maniac … All I did was take a few photos. Look …" Lou Cheng explained what had just happened and laughed with Ke for a while.
When Yan Zheke returned to her studies, he continued to walk aimlessly. Suddenly, he saw a noodle shop that was very crowded. There were so many customers that they almost blocked the walkway. There were even people holding bowls and squatting by the roadside to eat. There were quite a few of them!
Looks delicious … Lou Cheng walked over excitedly. He checked the reviews on the website and found that this shop was indeed famous. Those who had eaten there couldn't stop praising it.
Just as he was about to squeeze in to order, he suddenly saw a customer squatting by the roadside. He looked familiar.
When he looked over, he was shocked.
F * ck, this isn't Coach Lu!
Although he had also distorted his facial muscles and changed his appearance, that serious feeling, that arrogant temperament that was not pleasing to the eyes, was still so distinct and outstanding.
He, he's actually squatting by the roadside to eat noodles?
It's hard to imagine that Coach Lu would do something like this!
Sensing someone's gaze, Lu Yan turned around abruptly and saw Lou Cheng.
His face darkened. He turned his head and looked at the big bowl as if to say, You've got the wrong person.
The situation is a little awkward … Lou Cheng's mouth twitched. He followed the line to the cashier and paid first before waiting for his food.
When he received the local specialty noodles, he was about to squat beside Lu Yan and pretend that they were the same. However, he realized that Coach Lu was nowhere to be found. All that was left was a pair of chopsticks and a clean bowl waiting for the waiter to take it away.
I can almost hear Coach Lu roaring, Who's the same as you! Lou Cheng laughed self-deprecatingly. He squatted down and looked across while sucking on the noodles.
Opposite was a row of shops selling Buddhist items. There were so-called consecrated Buddha statues, all kinds of prayer beads, Dharma weapons, and Buddhist scriptures. This was also the specialty of Zhaofeng.
"The noodles are really good …" Lou Cheng praised in his heart. "Too bad I didn't meet the Living Buddha. Otherwise, I could have taken revenge for the treat last time …"
…
Daxing Temple, in a certain meditation room.
Shi Shan rubbed his stomach and looked out the window. His mind was already wandering to the various snack stalls.
In the end, there was only one reason that stopped him.
No money!
As one of the higher-ups of Daxing Temple, he responded to the abbot's call to live a simple and honest life. He didn't receive a salary. After all, his basic necessities were taken care of by the temple. As a monk, he had no other needs.
This was also the reason why he liked to participate in professional matches and title matches. The prize money was always in his hands!
However, he only kept a small portion of the prize money. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so short of money.
Sighing, Shi Shan rubbed the "thank you letter" in front of him. It was a gift he received for donating to needy children.
"I expected to last until next month. Who knew that I would be so greedy during the new year …" He shook his head and laughed. He walked out of the room and knocked on Wisdom King Zhi Hai's door.
He had no qualms about borrowing money.
Knock, knock, knock. Zhi Hai walked out after the rhythmic knocks.
Shi Shan was about to open his mouth when his gaze froze. Zhi Hai was holding a similar thank you letter.
"What's the matter?" asked Zhi Hai.
"Nothing, nothing." Shi Shan chuckled and turned to leave. "Go back to sleep, go back to sleep!"
"A hidden meaning in his words … As expected of the reincarnated Living Buddha," Zhi Hai looked at Shi Shan's back with a serious expression, pondering the deep meaning of Zen.
…
On Sunday afternoon, the Longhu Club members stepped onto the stone steps leading to Daxing Temple.
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