Chapter 96 Martial School

"Please pay attention to the passengers going to Songshan. Please pay attention to the passengers going to Songshan. The train will enter the station in 15 minutes. Please bring your belongings..."

Pan Hongsheng held a black pen and put the "Deng Ziyang" on the list.

This symbol indicates that this person has no substantial threat, but an ordinary opponent.

After the correction, Pan Hongsheng took a look at the next name on the list: Xu Long, a layman of Songshan Shaolin.

Although there have been many ironic changes in Shaolin Temple in recent years, the disclosure of secrets has been completely opened to the public as a paid tourist attraction. As long as you pay money, you can become a lay disciple... Even the scandal of monks taking a mistress and taking women shopping.

This thousand-year-old ancient temple is more and more like a profit-making institution and enterprise department, rather than the original simple and vigorous soul of Chinese martial arts.

Pan Hongsheng spent hundreds of yuan to buy tickets to enter the temple. Although it is not a tourist season, there are still many tourists holding digital cameras, and there are also many foreign tourists with blonde hair and blue eyes.

There are many booths in the temple, such as practice shoes, souvenirs, robes, and some practice equipment. Standing in front of these booths, they are all disciples of the Su family who wear jujube red monk clothes but have never been shaved.

It looked very lively inside, but Pan Hongsheng was not in the mood to stay outside and walked straight inside.

"I'm sorry, donor! Inside is the place where the monks practice their skills. If you want to go in and observe, you need to show a full ticket!" Although the monk holding a stick at the door was thin, he was very angry when he spoke. It seemed that he had a little internal foundation.

"Ah? All votes?" Pan Hongsheng didn't know what this was. When he came in, he didn't notice the several bulletin boards hanging at the ticket office: less than 500 yuan is the peripheral tour ticket, and only the full ticket (1300) can observe the whole temple...

"Please go back to make up the ticket and come back later..." The monk spoke very standard Mandarin, which reminded Pan Hongsheng of the 10086 service desk.

The other party's courtesy and service attitude made Pan Hongsheng impeccable, so he had to go to the front to make up the ticket before entering the Luohan Hall where the monks were located.

The buildings here seem to have been renovated, and the rubble and walls have been recolored, emitting a luxurious luster in the sunlight.

The bitter and dilapidated building in the TV movie is a complete lie, and it turns out that these monks are also rich.

He looked down at the names on the list: Songshan Shaolin Temple Yipin Monk, Xu Long.

But Pan Hongsheng asked everywhere, and no one knew about Xu Long. He spent some money to buy out a deputy host of the temple, but the other party shook his head affirmatively: "Absolutely there is no such person! Our abbot still has a bottom line. Formal monks can never participate in this kind of program! This is also abiding by the precepts handed down from generation to generation.

Isn't it right? Pan Hongsheng blinked at the other party and didn't believe it.

He remembers that a monk has been very popular recently and has been participating in various international fighting competitions. That guy claims to be a Shaolin monk, and there are many variety shows on various local TV stations. There are often monks from Shaolin Temple on the stage to perform...

"Except for the foreign-related friendly performances approved by the state, our monks must not appear in the ring! Those who are active outside now are our lay disciples... Hey, I have also advised the abbot to raise the standard of apprentices. Over the years, these lay disciples who have gone out to Shaolin Temple have a bad reputation..."

After saying that, the deputy host sighed heavily, but quickly put the money given by Pan Hongsheng into his pocket.

Pan Hongsheng has reason to suspect that the reason why the other party sighed is that he can't get a piece of the pie.

Leaving the Shaolin Temple, Pan Hongsheng was a little dizzy - there were too many martial arts schools under the banner of Shaolin Temple!

He took out his handheld computer and searched for the word Shaolin from the Internet. He saw the long martial arts school and the martial arts school below! He was stunned directly.

"The reputation of those vulgar disciples is not very good..."

The words of the old monk made Pan Hongsheng feel a little better. In fact, this is not a secret. Shaolin martial arts schools across the country have trained a large number of armed police and a large number of reserve troops for the b society.

The motivation of these vulgar disciples to go up the mountain to learn art is not pure. How can they guarantee that the apprentices they teach really have martial arts? Wude is just a legend to some extent.

While Pan Hongsheng was sweating, a female tour guide wearing a hat came to talk to her: "Sir, do you need a tour guide? The cheapest charge is only 60..."

Pan Hongsheng took a look at the other party and saw that the girl was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. Her face was as white and water. Her figure was like a laundry board that had been used for 30 or 40 years. She was as thin as a piece of paper. Fortunately, the climate here was pleasant and there was little wind and sand.

"I'm sorry, I've already swam," Pan Hongsheng smiled apologetically: "I don't plan to go in again..."

"Do you need accommodation and dining? I know cheap and affordable places!" The thin female tour guide continued to pester in accordance with the principle of "thieves don't go empty".

Pan Hongsheng smiled helplessly: "I don't need these, but I really need to ask you something. How many Shaolin martial arts schools do you have in your local area?"

"Ah? Do you ask this?" The female tour guide looked at him hesitantly: "Do you want to sign up for a martial arts school? Are you sure? Are you a little older? They are all little children who go at the age of eleven or twelve... You are so old, I guess they won't accept it, right?

Pan Hongsheng chatted with him for a few words. Only then did he know that these martial arts schools are all boarding schools. Some parents who want to save trouble and hope that their children will not be bullied in the future send their children here. However, they do not know that their children may not be bullied in the future, but they will be bullied by people in uniform because of bullying.

"Are there any monks in these schools?" Pan Hongsheng was a little confused when he thought about what the deputy host of the temple said.

"These schools are mostly opened by disciples of secular families, monks? Ha ha... There are a lot of people who claim to be martial arts monks!" The female tour guide smiled disdainfully: "There are very few real monks. Only those who can really cut off contact with the outside world and grow up in the temple are real monks!" These martial arts schools like to bluff..."

"There are always exceptions to everything, right? Those monks are all living people, and now they are in a society under the rule of law. They are suddenly tired of the temple and want to leave. Is it possible that the Shaolin Temple still has to restrict personal freedom? Pan Hongsheng is still a little unwilling. The program team should verify the personal information of these players. Since Xu Long dares to use such a title, there must be his reason!

He suddenly felt that although the young female tour guide was not amazing, she knew a lot of things. It seemed that she knew everything here. If she took such a person with her, it would be much easier to find this "Xu Long".

But after asking for such a long time, it is obvious that people are already a little impatient and seem to be unwilling to answer their questions.

In order to learn more about the situation, Pan Hongsheng happily spent 60 yuan to hire her, and then took a taxi under her guidance and went straight to the Dengfeng Market adjacent to the Shaolin Temple.

As the saying goes, relying on mountains, eating mountains, relying on water and water, relying on the Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, has also brought a lot of benefits to this small city. Many of the livelihoods of local residents are related to Shaolin Temple.

The small shops selling souvenirs and accessories are overwhelming. I don't know if anyone will buy these things with rough workmanship and shapes that are the same and at an outrageous price.

In the middle of several jewelry stores, there is a narrow doorbar with a plaque on it. The plaque is written with the words "Dengfeng Yipin Shaolin Martial Arts School", but the words are round and vigorous, with a little Yan Zhenqing's courage.

"That's it! I remember there is a teacher named Xu Long here..." The female tour guide looked at the watch: "It's getting late. I've been wasted for a long time for your 60. Goodbye!"

Pan Hongsheng was stunned at the door for a while, and there were bursts of scolding inside: "Hey! Ha!" It's like the sound of a child practicing boxing.

It's getting late at this time. It's really suspicious to knock on the door and visit at this time. What identity can you use to enter without question? This is also a question that needs to be considered.

He found a dilapidated small hotel nearby to live in. This small hotel is obviously converted from a residential house. In total, there are only four or five black rooms. The walls are covered with stills of little swallows. I don't know if it was posted in the last century.

The owner of the hotel is an old woman in her fifties. She is less than three feet and has a chest circumference of four feet and four feet. The small tank-like style made Pan Hongsheng couldn't bear to look straight at it. He took the room key and entered the room with a kettle.

Fortunately, the room was clean and tidy, a little more than he expected. The sheets were just changed! This really makes him a little grateful. You know, in this level of hotel, there are really few people who change new sheets for guests; it is worthy of the ridiculously expensive charge of 120 yuan a night.

If it hadn't been for the proximity of the martial arts school, Pan Hongsheng would never have chosen here. However, the business of this small hotel was unexpectedly good. After a while, he heard the sound of the left and right sides, and it seemed that it was full.