"Bang bang bang!"

In the Buddha Tower, the crazy old monk held a Zen stick in his hand and turned into a gray dragon, dancing around Guo Dalu. The Zen stick in his hand turned into a staff in the sky, like a lotus flower, surrounding Guo Dalu layer by layer, and the sound of energy kept ringing.

Guo Dalu laughed constantly in the shadow of the stick, "Crazy Monk, your killing Bodhi fruit has not yet been born? Tsk tsk, you said you are over 100 years old, why are you still so obsessed with such a heavy burden? Have you never heard of putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground? As long as you put down the Zen Staff and I hit it a few times, you can become a Buddha immediately! Damn, this move is amazing..."

This crazy monk is actually the mad monk Puyuan, the mad monk who was so powerful overseas that he killed all over the Western world and dared not to stop him.

Since he was persuaded to return to Shaolin Temple overseas by Zen Master Pudu, the previous generation of Shaolin master, he has been guarding Shaolin's scriptures and documents for thousands of years in the Futu Pagoda. Seven years ago, Guo Dalu had a face with him. At that time, he was beaten so hard that he was almost beaten out. He ran out of Shaolin Temple in shame, leaving harsh words to save face.

Now that I see Puyuan again, Guo Dalu has become a master of the same realm as him, so naturally no longer feels angry. After fighting Puyuan, Guo Dalu feels extremely happy. With his current realm desire to defeat him, it is a lifelong blessing to have a martial arts master compete with him. Unfortunately, Puyun is mentally damaged and mentally unnatural. Otherwise, it would be a pleasure to discuss the Tao and martial arts with each other.

Puyuan turned a deaf ear to Guo Dalu's words, kept muttering: "Kill out the Arhat Fruit, kill the Red Lotus! Kill the Nameless Fire, kill the Buddha Tower! Kill the Hell Sky, kill the Immortal Gods..."

Wang Yingxiong, who had not left under the Buddha Tower, looked at the monk Fangzheng beside him, "Master, it's almost half an hour, why are these two people still fighting? Nothing will happen, right?"

Monk Fang Zheng smiled and said, "What can happen? Seven years ago, Mr. Guo could escape from my uncle's hands. Seven years later, he has become a master of martial arts. Can he still be injured?"

He sighed, "My uncle is a little crazy and does not know the importance of the attack, but Mr. Guo is a sensible person. If he finds something wrong, he will naturally withdraw and cannot fight a madman."

Wang Yingxiong thought about it, and with Guo Dalu's skills, it is impossible to be injured. There is probably no one in the world who can hurt him. However, this uncle of Master Fang Zheng can actually fight Guo Dalu until now without any victory or defeat. It is scary to think about it.

Monk Fang Zheng is at least in his nineties. Wouldn’t his uncle be over 100 years old? The old monk who is over 100 years old is still so powerful. It’s hard to imagine how powerful he was when he was young!

There are such masters in Shaolin Temple!

Wang Yingxiong thought that he had contemptuously looked at Monk Fang Zheng when he first entered the temple gate, so he couldn't help but sweat on his forehead. "Not mentioning the masters on the Futu Tower, even Master Fang Zheng in front of me is an amazing master. Counting more than 30 people in Qingliang Mountain, no one can compare with Master Fang Zheng, even my master Wu Kun is not enough to see it."

Wang Yingxiong and Monk Fang Zheng waited under the Futu Tower for a long time, and then they saw the body of the Futu Tower tremble suddenly, and the copper bell hanging on the eaves of the octagonal tower made a rapid sound, and it took a long time to rest.

After this earthquake, there was no movement in the Buddha Tower.

The monks under the tower looked at each other, wondering what was going on above, Wang Yingxiong also felt his scalp numb, "Master, nothing will happen to them, right?"

Fang Zheng raised his breath and shouted loudly to the sky above the Futu Tower: "Mr. Guo, are you okay?"

His shouting didn't sound very loud, but it was shocking that the copper bells on the Futu Tower jingled again, and birds flying nearby flew in a panic and kept chirping.

Wang Yingxiong was stunned and a little scared, "How profound is this Master Fang Zheng's internal strength? I thought he was already very powerful just now. Now it seems that he is even more powerful than I imagined just now!"

After Monk Fang Zheng shouted, Guo Dalu's voice rang out from the tower, "It's okay, I won't die for a while!"

He had a sense of joy in his voice, "Fun! It's still exciting to play with the master!"

Monk Fang Zheng heard that he was full of internal energy and knew that he had nothing to do, but he was worried about his uncle, "Mr. Guo, is my uncle okay?"

Guo Dalu said: "It's okay! This crazy monk can still breathe!"

After he said this, Monk Fang Zheng was even more worried, "Mr. Guo, don't hurt him! My uncle is now in his old age. He is not good at his muscles and bones. Besides, he is not conscious, so don't hurt him!"

Guo Dalu said: "Too hurt, do you think he is an ordinary person?"

The two of them asked questions and answered each other, just like two normal people talking and communicating normally. If they closed their eyes, it would be impossible to hear that they were actually one in a tower dozens of meters away, and the other in a temple under the tower.

Guo Dalu in the tower was sitting cross-legged at this time, facing the eyes of Monk Puyuan opposite.

Monk Puyuan also sat cross-legged with a Zen stick across his legs, muttering to himself, "It's still a little bit short! It's still a little bit short! Where is the opportunity? Where is the opportunity?"

He no longer looked crazy, but his eyes were blank. Although he faced with Guo Dalu, he turned a blind eye to Guo Dalu.

Guo Dalu already knew that after competing with him, the mad monk should have reached a critical moment in his practice, but it seemed that he had lacked some opportunity or a little enlightenment, so he could not practice perfectly.

However, Guo Dalu can't help with this kind of thing at all. If he can use the hands of others to become a Buddha, it would be too easy for the Buddha to be able to achieve success.

After resting cross-legged for a while, Guo Dalu stood up and continued to walk towards the top of the tower, but Puyuan stopped intercepting him, but he was still muttering: "It's still a little bit short, it's still a little bit short, what's the opportunity, what's my chance?"

He seemed to be stuck at the critical moment of becoming a Buddha or a ancestor, but he just couldn't take the last step.

Guo Dalu glanced at the old monk, then shook his head and walked towards the fifth floor.

The Pagoda starts from the fifth floor and is the place where scriptures are stored. It is placed on bookshelf in different categories. The scriptures here are divided into Buddhist scriptures and martial scriptures.

Because for monks, Buddhist scriptures are the original and Martial scriptures are the end, when placing scriptures, Shaolin monks placed the martial scriptures on the fifth and sixth floors, while the Buddhist scriptures were placed on the seventh and ninth floors. The meaning of the placement in this way was that the status of Buddhist scriptures was higher than that of Martial scriptures. Although Shaolin monks practiced martial arts, Buddhism was still the origin.

Guo Dalu was only interested in the martial arts scriptures, and he was too lazy to watch the Buddhist scriptures. He didn't want to be a monk, so why did he read the Buddhist scriptures?

Besides, in his memory he has obtained out of thin air, there are so many orthodox Buddhist scriptures that there is no need to read them at all.

There are quite a lot of martial arts scriptures in the Buddha Tower. The seventy-two unique skills are a bit exaggerated, but there are thirty or forty unique skills, and their power is extraordinary. I don’t know what these monks do to do so many killing techniques.

Guo Dalu could not finish reading these martial scriptures for a while, so he lived in Shaolin Temple, meditating and practicing Qi every day, pondering the meaning of the scriptures, and eating and drinking were provided by Shaolin.

Just as he was looking through these Shaolin secret techniques, the movie "The First Drop of Blood" began to be released in major film and television cities.

In the Chinese cinema chain, Tianxi Group's cinema chain accounts for almost half of the entire cinema chain, while the remaining market is divided by several other large companies and a number of small companies.

The staff of Tianxi Cinema naturally have to give the greatest care for the movies shot by their own company.

A week before the release of "The First Blood", a large poster was posted in a conspicuous place at the entrance of the theater, and the advertising screen near the entrance of the theater was continuously broadcasting the promotional footage from "The First Blood".

In these promotional short films, Guo Dalu's naked upper body became the biggest highlight. The scene of Guo Dalu having a red cloth wrapped around his head and holding a machine gun in the heavy snow also caught many people's attention.
Chapter completed!