Romance of Dragons and Snakes

Shaolin Temple has a branch in Hong Kong, and recently established the Hong Kong Shaolin Martial Arts Exchange Center, which recruits more than 3,000 apprentices each year, arranges for martial arts monks and coaches to teach martial arts and martial arts. The momentum is considerable.

But Abbot Shaolin, Master Yongxin, did not live in a branch office, nor in an exchange centre, but in Hong Kong's most luxurious hotel, the Peninsula Hotel.

Opposite the Peninsula Hotel is Port Victoria, with a beautiful view of the sea from the middle and upper floors, where even Queen Elizabeth II of England has lived.

Abbot Yongxin and many of the main characters in the temple came to Hong Kong this time, with a lot of rich people, large families, celebrities, to increase the atmosphere, naturally to prepare for the market, how can not lose face, in order to enhance the modern atmosphere, reflecting Shaolin temple and the style of the times, a sip of breath underwent a dozen large rooms on the upper level of Peninsula Hotel.

“Is Abbot up?” At this point, an old monk in a grey yellow coat walked in the hotel's empty corridor with slightly white eyebrows and then stopped at the door of a room.

The door of the room stood two young monks, tied their legs, yellow coat, musculoskeletal prominence, temple slightly raised, eyes glistening, a strong look, obviously good martial arts practice, just the two monks, the mouth was bright and greasy, the clothing coat reflected alcohol, obviously a beef monk.

Seeing this old monk, these two young monks even stood up straight. "Master Dejian, Abbot attended the Lin jewellery group's liquor party last night. He didn't sleep all night. By morning, he called Yan Jing again to take care of some things. He was too busy with his rough head. He had just had lunch and was already asleep. ”

“Well, in that case, I won't bother you, but wait till you wake up.” The old monk Jian sighed slightly, turning one step at a time and walking to the stairwell.

“Uncle Dejian.” Just at the door, another middle-aged monk in a yellow coat called Dejian.

“Deep down. You came to see Abbot, too? Abbot didn't sleep all night yesterday. He didn't sleep till noon today. He doesn't know martial arts and is weak. You still don't want to disturb him. ”

“No, I just got word! Just this morning, Guochao, Guochao competed with the director of Shandong Luoshannai's boxing studio, was, was...” The middle-aged monk's face was pulled together, and his nostrils made a roaring sound, his fists gripped vigorously, and he made a grunting noise.

“What happened to Kunikawa?” The old monk of Dejian asked hastily.

“I just got word from the Ministry of National Security that Guochang was killed in battle in the morning, and was kicked in the neck and throat, already dead.” The middle-aged monk was crying like a dead son.

“What, how is that possible? Impossible, the country's superb martial arts are almost one of the best. How could someone have killed you, Murphy?” Dejian was also greatly surprised, with his old monk cultivation, many years of meditation, and his heart could not calm down.

“Without guns, the Dynasty belongs to the security department, and the other party belongs to the political axe department. The news I just received was pure bickering.” Take a deep, hard breath and calm down. “Guochao is my mortar heir. He actually killed me. I have to go to him to get revenge. ”

“Wait, talk to Abbot about this first!” Dejian drank: “Deep down, you now have more than 50 years. Your strength is no longer at its peak. This child's kung fu is no better than yours. Since he is not an opponent of others, what cheap price can you take if you go to fight for vengeance? They'll kill you! Besides, people are inside the political axe. Can you get in there? ”

"That's enough?" You know, I put a lot of effort into the country. I'm more heartbroken now than my dead son. ”

“It's Yonghe and Yongleopard... China Super………. Hey!!! Let's find Abbot first and see what Abbot arranges.” Dejian Road.

The two martial monks at the door saw Dejian and came deeper. Instead of stopping him, they were somewhat afraid of going deeper. Get out of the way now.

Deep eyebrows are thick, face is narrow, eyes are big as bull's eye, mouth is wide, a fierce evil, Ashuro's look.

As soon as they entered the room and turned several doors, they saw a soft queen bed and slept in a fat Maitreya Buddhist-like monk, who was Abbot Shaolin.

“Abbot, Abbot.” Row shouted deeply, Abbot finally woke up and rubbed his sparse eyes.

“You?” Abbot sat up. "The matter of Yongleopard Yonghe has been taken care of. I called an acquaintance yesterday and mentioned that the national security department's interrogation should be more relaxed. Stop being sympathetic. The two of them have committed a crime and will be sentenced to at least ten or eight years. There's nothing I can do about it. ”

“No, it was him, he arrived in Hong Kong this morning, competed with that Wang Chaowu, and he was killed. ”

“What?” The Abbot was shocked, his body almost jumped, and then his eyebrows locked, “You guys wait.” During the conversation, he grabbed the phone, dialed several numbers, didn't know who he was talking to, "did Guochao die this morning, what exactly happened? ”

There was a mosquito-like voice in the phone, and the more Abbot listened, the more he looked.

Click, he hung up the phone: “This isn't a good idea. Bring Yonglong, Yonghu back from Shaolin Temple in Germany, and the Russian branch. This is too much, I have to think about it. Also, Uncle Xing Shen, don't get excited, don't panic, let alone go to Shandong Qishan to seek revenge, by the way, I remember that Wang Chao, killed Zhang Wei, Zhang Wei has a brother, and a Xu Taoist of Wudang is a friend, go find them. Master Dejian, you and Xu Zhen have some affection. Go on to say that Wang Chao killed his apprentice, and there must be some connection. Besides, Xu Zhen and the Japanese martial arts world are connected. Wang Chao was in Shandong and killed Ye Xuan, which is also a vendetta. Let's take a look first. Shaolin is not involved in politics. It's best to look at it through the means of Jianghu Biwu. ”

Shaolin has a seventy-cross rank: Fu Ji Zi Zheng, has become enlightened. Zhou Hong Pu Guangzong, Dao Qing Tong Xuanzu. Clean as the sea, Zhanhui Junzhen. Deutsche Bank is everlasting, Miaoben is always sturdy. My heart is glowing deep, and my last name is Ming Zhuang Chongyi. Zhongzheng Xixiang Zhiyuan Jidu. As a mentor, Xueting leads you back to Yinglu.

This Dejian is the boxing master of the South Shaolin, but old. Under the communication of Yongxin, the North and South Shaolin have cooperated to develop the brand together and revitalize the economy. But in rank, Dejian is two generations higher than Yongxin. But seniority doesn't work. It's still up to Abbot.

Shenzhen is Taichamber Mountain, specializing in training the head of Wushu monks. He is very strong in martial arts and is also a master of Duan Guo Chao. However, he is now in his fifties, nearly sixty years old, and his fist skills are no longer at the peak of the year, so Jian De can see it very accurately. Since Duan Guo Chao was killed, this is certainly not an advantageous way to go as a master.

Shaolin's martial arts are elite, all abroad. Just now, Yonglong, Yonghu, a master of the German Shaolin temple support door, a master of the American Shaolin temple support door, and a master of the Russian Shaolin temple.

The situation abroad is no better than in the country. To open a martial arts hall abroad, it is inevitable that there will be frequent fights and battles between life and death. That is a routine meal.

When Li Xiaolong developed in the United States, he fought almost every day, fighting martial arts artists, boxers, judo players, gangsters, and so on. So Shaolin's elite powers are abroad.

Some people in the country can mix their meals if they brag, but there is no second way to go abroad except to prove themselves tough and powerful.

Yonghe, Yongbao was also born as an underground champion of the United States and left home halfway.

“Uncle Shenzhen, remember, don't mess things up through some of your relationships. We Shaolin, only develop economic and martial arts, don't touch anything else! Don't think about it! Besides, Yonghe, Yongbao and the two of them, I have already expelled them from Shaolin, that is, from the division door. For the matter of Duan Guo Chao, I will say that the matter of the vulgar family has nothing to do with us. We will deal with it as we please. You don't have to make a scene out of your family.” Though the depth is uncle, the Abbot's commands and admonitions are harsh.

“Hmm." Dejian and Shenzhen nodded their heads. The abbot had no martial arts, but up and down Shaolin, everyone had to look at his face, his authority was so great that he had raced the emperor. Because without him, monks up and down, eating or not eating is a big problem.

Shenzhen, although the martial arts are high, what he eats in his mouth, what he wears, his monthly wages, bonuses and benefits, are all meant to pass through the abbot.

Boxing skills are too high to be eaten as food.

And not to mention that Shaolin had some plans to get word that Ban Kuo had been killed. Wang Chao and Lin Yanan returned to the army, and early the next morning, comrades from the Central Investigation Group had arrived at Yang Zheng Commission's office.

“Colonel Lin Yanan, Lieutenant Colonel Wang Chao. Dong Ling, Chen Ke, Duan Guochao, private fights, serious violations of organizational discipline, all have to be taken away. Go to Yanjing and take it seriously. ”

(To be continued)