"Nice to meet you, benefactor."
"Hello, master. I called you two days ago. I have an appointment with Master Guolin."
The young master was stunned by Qin Guan's response. Then he looked the young benefactor up and down carefully.
A few days ago, their master had been inexplicably excited and had shared this news with them during their daily morning lesson.
He had told them that Qin Guan, who was also from China, had wanted to discuss the promotion of martial arts in China. From that day on, the monks, who paid no attention to worldly affairs, had realized what kind of person Qin Guan was.
The rumors they had heard and read about him were true. His figure and temperament were enough to make him popular wherever he went.
The young master withdrew his gaze and bowed to Qin Guan. "Please wait a moment, benefactor."
Then, he turned around and changed the peaceful atmosphere just now. He ordered the disciples in the courtyard in an imposing manner, "Good! The first stage of training is over. Take a 15-minute break. We will continue with the second part of the training when I come back. "
"Yes! Master! "
All of them had a strange accent, and they were all shouting in Chinese.
If you ignored the fact that more than 60% of the people inside had blonde, red, and brown hair, at first glance, you would really think that this was just one of the most ordinary martial arts dojos in China.
Qin Guan followed the young master. After walking a dozen meters, he realized that he had been too narrow-minded.
Behind the martial arts training courtyard, across the corridor was the Sutra Depository, followed by the Five Hundred Arhat Hall and the Buddhist Hall. At the very back was the monks' Zen Hall, which was used for daily living.
Master Guolin had planned the thousand-square-meter area very well. He had made full use of the ancient Chinese architectural principles, and had shrunk the most important architectural structure of the Shaolin Temple and moved it to New York.
Before Qin Guan could come back to his senses, the young master had already led him to the meditation room where they presided over the Buddhist temple.
The young monk turned around and knocked on Master Guolin's door.
As soon as the announcement was made, the person inside responded in a low voice.
"Come in."
After getting permission, the young master pushed open the door of the meditation room, one on the left and one on the right. Then he stepped back, bowed, and retreated in a well-behaved manner.
Standing at the door of the meditation room, Qin Guan couldn't help but squint. After adapting to the light, he saw the person in the room clearly.
"Come in, benefactor Qin."
The man sitting on the futon was wearing an ordinary yellow monk's robe. The prayer beads in his hand looked ordinary, but it was obvious that the beads had been played with a lot.
"Please take a seat."
People with faith always had a different spirit, Qi, and spirit than ordinary people. Even Qin Guan, who thought he was experienced and knowledgeable, had to admit that the monk in front of him deserved to be called an eminent monk.
Master Guolin looked ordinary, but he gave off a tranquil and distant Buddhist aura. It was as if he was not a direct disciple of the Shaolin Temple, but an ascetic monk who had been studying Buddhism for many years.
Although he was wearing an ordinary monk's robe, he looked like an exquisite kasaya. He looked solemn and dignified, which made people yearn for him.
"Thank you, Master Guolin. Master Guolin, I'm here today to discuss the details of the event that I discussed with you on the phone the other day. "
"This is my plan. We can make effective use of this association of police departments in the United States. We can unite the founders of famous martial arts schools from all over New York State and show off their skills at the party …"
And so on, and so on, and so on...
Qin Guan didn't ask them to do anything difficult. All they needed to do was to show off their best collective skills and the mysterious beauty of Chinese martial arts. It was a piece of cake for the monks of the Shaolin Temple, who were experts in all kinds of martial arts.
Master Guolin was quietly listening to Qin Guan's plan and the details of his performance. He only nodded slightly in agreement when he heard some interesting parts. Master Guolin was really good at calmness and calmness.
After a few minutes of communication, Qin Guan made his request clear. He looked at Master Guolin, who was meditating, and he nodded at him.
Qin Guan's heart was at ease. As long as the Shaolin School agreed, it would be easier for the other masters to persuade them.
As he was about to leave the gift and leave, he heard a reply from Master Guolin, who had been listening to him the whole time.
"Since Patron Qin wants to perform such an event, you must have practiced it in China, right?"
Qin Guan turned around in surprise and answered shyly, "Yes, I have. A direct disciple of Ba Gua Zhang taught me for two days."
"You are too modest, Benefactor Qin. We had to get familiar with each other's skills during the performance. May I have a look at what you have learned?"
"No problem."
Fortunately, he had prepared for the program and picked up the martial arts routines he hadn't practiced for a long time.
"The Zen Martial Field in front is rather spacious. Benefactor Qin will naturally be able to display his skills. Please follow me …"
Qin Guan followed Master Guolin leisurely and returned to the front yard. It turned out to be the Zen field of the temple.
As soon as Master Guolin arrived at the courtyard, the students and apprentices who were resting off to the side stood up and saluted when they saw Master Guolin.
After receiving his master's instructions, the young master who led the way instructed his disciples to make way for the center of the empty space.
To be honest, the venue was much shabbier than the one he usually worked in, but he felt an unprecedented pressure from the students and teachers who looked up to him.
If he didn't have some real ability, he would lose face here, no, in the martial arts world of the United States.
He could only hope that Mou Xiaoliu was teaching him the real thing.
Practical martial arts were different from martial arts performances. Martial arts performances were not as impressive as martial arts performances.
Besides, no matter how good Qin Guan was, he was just a show-off in the eyes of those martial artists.
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