Hero Cultivation System

“Tickets are 100 yuan!”

I wipe it!

Liang Daxia came all the way to Shaolin to ask what the monks were doing. First, the monks took away 100rmb.

There were no stairs on the mountain path as expected, so my brother took him directly to the mountain gate with great force.

As a large number of tourists crowded into a small street full of merchants, the merchants were selling swords, weapons and Bodhisattva statues. Looking at the 100rmb ticket in his hand, Liang Gong seemed to have some idea of ​​what the Shaolin monks were doing.

Enter through the mountain gate, walk along the Pine and Cypress Corridor, pass by the Tianwang Hall, the Wei Tuo Hall and arrive at the Main Hall. Along the way, you only see a few gray-clad monks in a hurry, and the ones you see the most are security guards and cleaning staff.

Shaolin, which is famous for its martial arts, still has to hire these security guards who don't know any martial arts. Isn't it ridiculous? He sighed in his heart.

It was not deliberately looking for trouble, but he accidentally caught sight of the cleaner cleaning the courtyard. Liang Gong felt bitter in his heart. The old monk master had been sweeping the floor all his life. If he knew that the Shaolin monks hundreds of years later would not sweep the floor, he would not know what he was feeling.

What do you think?

The trees near the Main Hall were shady and cigarette smoke was lingering. The sound of monks chanting came from both sides. Liang Gong searched for a long time but there was no sign of the monks. Only then did he think that it was probably a recording of chanting played by a tape recorder.

Damn, can you cheat me a little more?

After he and Tang Qin broke up with the Ye family brothers and sisters, they flew directly to Zhongdu. Since a major case had been solved, Zhenzhen would definitely not be able to accompany him. The sad eyes and Tang Qin's frustrated expression formed a strong contrast.

However, Tang Qin did not win the victory for long. Since the mountain city Tang Sect also received an invitation from Shaolin, the Tang family will arrive in Zhongdu later today. As the heir to the Tang Sect, Tang Qin will of course have to wait for them, but Liang Gong and

Some Tang family members refused to deal with them and simply beat them up and came to Shaolin first. However, they did not expect that the real Shaolin was completely different from the Shaolin in the system where Guo Daxia took him to become a disciple.

"Huh? This is..." The introduction to Shaolin Temple in his hand aroused Liang Gong's interest.

Shaolin Bookstore, Shaolin Pharmacy, Shaolin Xiangtang, of course, and the Shaolin Monk Group established specifically to perform Shaolin Kungfu are not outrageous, but Shaolin Culture Communication Co., Ltd., Shaolin Intangible Assets Management Co., Ltd., and Shaolin Food Development Co., Ltd.

What's going on with the company?

Why does Liang Gong feel that he is looking at the profile of a certain group company? What does this mean?

How could the Shaolin Temple, the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, the holy land of Buddhism, one of the four major Zen temples, and the source of martial arts in the world, become like this?

Liang Gong shook his head and rubbed his eyes again, as if to try to wake himself up, but when he opened his eyes and looked again, he still came to the same conclusion. This Shaolin was not the Shaolin he imagined, nor was it the master in his mind.

Forget it, I was originally here to criticize the Wulin Alliance, so I will ask them all when the time comes. I will first ask where the public ceremony of the Wulin Alliance is.

After walking around the temple, I couldn't find the place where the ceremony was held. At this time, a middle-aged monk happened to pass by in a hurry. He had no choice but to grab the monk and asked: "Master, please stay."

This monk was interesting. He was talking on the phone with someone, but his Bluetooth headset was hanging on his right ear. Liang Gong didn't see it at first, but it was rude.

The monk was chatting happily when he was suddenly pulled over and became very angry: "What are you doing? It's okay, don't pull on me, just let go!"

"I'm sorry, master, I didn't see you talking on the phone." Although it was a bit strange that the master didn't say Amitabha, Liang Gong still apologized quickly.

Seeing Liang Gong in martial arts uniform, the middle-aged monk narrowed his eyes, suddenly grinned and said: "It's okay, it's okay." After saying a few words to the phone, he hung up, turned to Liang Gong and said: " Poor monk, Tongming, almsgiver, what can I do?"

The Shaolin monk’s face-changing skills are not bad, and the phone seems to be Ai Feng 4s? Liang Gong kept muttering in his heart, but still put a smile on his face and said: "Master Tongming, I wonder where the ceremony of your temple these two days is? hold?"

The middle-aged monk smiled even more when he heard this: "Donor, where is your invitation letter?"

Invitation letter? Liang Gong was embarrassed. He forgot to ask Tang Qin if Shaolin had sent him an invitation letter. However, he still said wisely in his haste: "Our sect leader will arrive in Zhongdu later, I came here to prepare it in advance." .”

The middle-aged monk smiled so happily that he stretched out his hand to hold Liang Gong and came to a remote corner and said: "Little donor, we Ming people don't tell secrets. Don't you have an invitation letter?"

Damn it! This ghost monk is so seductive! Liang Gong had no choice but to nod.

The middle-aged monk smiled like the fox who stole the chicken: "It's okay, little benefactor, there are many martial arts people who want to participate in the event these two days, and they don't have invitations. Your situation is not uncommon."

Liang Gong's heart moved, and he made an understanding expression: "Master Tongming, do you have any workarounds?"

Monk Tongming laughed loudly and said: "Although I, the Buddha, am compassionate and open the door to convenience, the poor monk has no workaround."

Liang Gong was stunned. Could it be that he had misunderstood Monk Tongming?

Tongming knew that Liang Gong had misunderstood as soon as he saw Liang Gong's face, and said quickly: "Little donor, you have misunderstood. The poor monk said that there is no workaround because the senior brother guarding the door is very conscientious and does not know how to work around. But the poor monk has this ..." Then he took out a piece of cardboard from his sleeve.

"What is this?" Liang Gong glanced at it and saw that there seemed to be some words on the paper, but Monk Tongming was so precious that he held it in his hand and covered half of it with his sleeve.

Tongming waved for him to come closer, and then whispered: "This is the invitation letter for the ceremony. It is blank. You can just take it and fill in your name."

Liang Gong was overjoyed. He had indeed misunderstood this Master Tongming. What a good man! Knowing that he did not have an invitation letter, he took out a blank invitation letter and said quickly: "Thank you, Master!" He stretched out his hand to take it.

Tong Ming shrank his hand and immediately changed his expression. The young man didn't know whether it was because he was unskilled or because he was too young and inexperienced. He didn't come up with what he wanted. Seeing no one around, he simply said: "Wait a minute." , little donor, the invitation is 10,000 yuan."

"Holy crap! Is this Shaolin Temple or Liangshan Park? I think you might as well rob a bank faster." Liang Gong was shocked that Tongming actually wanted to do business.

"Hey hey hey! Is robbing a bank now better than opening a temple? Put a sign at the entrance of the temple to collect tickets, and the money will be delivered to your door automatically." Tongming didn't feel dissatisfied.

Liang Gong was stunned. This is the pure land of Buddhism. Can you please restrain yourself and hide it?

Tongming saw that he had nothing to say and thought he didn't understand yet, so he continued to teach Liang Gong: "Monks also need to eat, right? Is it easy for a poor monk to get a blank invitation letter? It's not an exaggeration to charge a little money. You Say so?"

Liang Gong nodded involuntarily, his words sounded a bit unreasonable.

Seeing him nodding, Tongming became more enthusiastic: "Little donor, have you seen the big incense burner over there?" He pointed with his hand, and there was a big incense burner in the middle of the courtyard that three or four people could hug, with several incense sticks of different sizes inserted in it. .

Liang Gong nodded again. Such a large incense burner was rare. He noticed it as soon as he came in.

"Look at the incense inside. The one as thick as an arm costs 6,000 yuan each. The largest one is almost as thick as a human body. Do you know how much it costs to order one?" Liang Gong was already frightened by these fantasy stories. Hearing this, Just shook his head.

Tongming cleared his throat, hesitated, and said in Liang Gong's hopeful eyes: "100,000 yuan! Do you think this invitation is expensive? Think about it, if you can go to the Century Ceremony, it will definitely be for a young man like you. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Maybe you are lucky enough to be spotted by that grandmaster and accept you as his disciple. Is it worth spending the ten thousand yuan?"

Liang Gong was already dizzy after being surrounded by him for a long time. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "It's worth it!"

"Hey! Isn't that right? Pay for it!" He looked around with clear eyes and ears to make sure no one was around. Then he stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers, which made Jiang Taigong's fishermen take the bait.

Liang Gong was stunned and said: "I don't have that much money."

Tongming immediately changed his face. After talking for a long time, his mouth was very dry. He knew that this silly boy was actually a poor man, but he still refused to give up and said: "Not enough? Well, the monks are merciful, and the poor monks will suffer a little loss." Come on, the price is 8,000."

Liang Gong still shook his head.

"6000?"

Shake your head!

"At least 5,000, no more."

Still shaking his head.

Tong Mingqi smiled. In business, there must always be comings and goings. He can't always be the only one who sets the price: "Young man, tell the truth, how much money do you have?"

Liang Gong smiled and looked around. No one was nearby: "Master, I don't have a dime."

"Shit! You poor guy, just go away and die. I've wasted all my words in vain." Tongming's face was ferocious, and he pushed Liang Gong and was about to walk away.

Liang Gong pulled Tongming's sleeves: "Master, please stay."

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Stop it. What do you want to do?" Tong Ming's face was full of impatience.

Liang Gong smiled and showed his white teeth: "Master, I don't want to do anything. I want the invitation letter and also want you to have a good sleep."

"You..." Tongming was shocked. Just as he was about to call for help, he was suddenly hit hard on the back of his head and immediately lost consciousness.

"Nima, if all Shaolin monks look like this, then it's natural to become the leader of the martial arts alliance. Maybe they are overqualified."

Liang Gong placed the monk Tongming under the shade of a tree, took his blank invitation and flashed it away.