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Chapter 210 Shooting

In the drama "Shaolin Temple", although Jue Yuan is the only protagonist, he is "the Thirteen Stick Monk to save the King of Qin" after all, and the other supporting roles also have scenes. Moreover, it is impossible for Shaolin Temple to only have the Thirteen Stick Monks, and the other supporting roles monks must also need more than ten backgrounds.

But even monks who are backgrounds must have kung fu. A monk from Shaolin Temple, who doesn’t know how to be kung fu is called Shaolin monk?

It was because of this that he asked Wang Gangdan to find a few people from the sports hospital to serve as backgrounds.

With Guo Dalu's reputation now, if he wanted to recruit actors to the crew, there were not many people who were unhappy. When Wang Gangdan said this in school, the entire Kyoto Sports Institute was in an uproar, and almost all the students in the sports institute signed up, even girls were no exception.

Although he was mentally prepared, Wang Gangdan was still surprised by his senior brother's influence when he saw the students so enthusiastic. Because there were too many people enrolled, he had to hold a selection competition in the school. Only students with good looks and good skills were qualified to be selected. After a week of selection, he selected more than ten relatively good students. After talking to Guo Dalu, he brought these students to Shaolin Temple.

After the staff arrived, Guo Dalu no longer delayed and ordered Huang Botao, "Let's rest for a day first, be familiar with the scenery of Shaolin, and we will start shooting tomorrow."

Huang Botao and others are all coming to Shaolin for the first time. Most people have heard the name "Shaolin Temple" for the first time. They don't know the status of Shaolin in the martial arts world. Now when they are in front of Shaolin Temple, they look at the dilapidated houses, and they are even more disappointed with the temple and don't understand what is good for this dilapidated temple to take pictures.

"Mr. Guo, is this Shaolin Temple? The dignified Zen ancestral home?"

Huang Botao stood in front of Shaolin Temple, looking disbelief, "Why is this dilapidated?"

Before he came, he had already consulted a lot of information about Shaolin Temple. He had never heard of Shaolin Temple before, but because of the script of Guo Dalu, he learned about it in detail.

His understanding was amazing. Only then did he realize that Shaolin Temple was so powerful in history that it was actually the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism. The famous ancestors of Bodhidharma all preached the Dharma here, and Shaolin Kung Fu was also a self-contained lineage and had a special status in the martial arts world.

When Huang Botao knew that Shaolin was so high, he suddenly developed a yearning for Shaolin Temple, but now he couldn't help but feel disappointed when he arrived in front of the temple. This is so dilapidated!

Except for the backyard of the Buddha Tower, the entire temple is quite spectacular, and the rest are made of low and crooked small houses built with blue bricks.

These houses are like buildings built overnight for demolition. They seem to be able to collapse with the wind. Not to mention living inside, they are a little scary to see. The ground paved with blue bricks looks bumpy because it has been too long. It rained last night. There was a lot of water in these small pits and there was almost no place to stand.

However, the rows of pine trees in the yard are lush and bright, with lush branches and leaves covering a large piece of the sky and giving everyone a shade.

In general, this is an ancient temple in the mountain that has been forgotten by the prosperous world, with a rich and desolate yet broken.

The dilapidated temple gate, the mossy tiger-skin walls, and the mottled stone tablets in the yard that were eroded by wind and frost and unclearly written, all tell the story of the ancient temple that was once glorious, but now only the desolation that has been revealed by the passage of time.

"It's because of the dilapidation that I want to make a movie to save it. If I don't extend my hand, I guess this thousand-year-old temple will be really over!"

Guo Dalu heard Huang Botao say that Shaolin Temple was broken and laughed: "The so-called destruction of the house is worth a lot of money. Don't look at the dilapidated temple, but there are still something to see."

He said to everyone: "Everyone comes here to visit Shaolin Temple with the monk, get familiar with the buildings here, and choose a few houses to move in here later. We have been spending time here in the past few days. If you can't shoot a good show, no one can leave!"

"No, can you? Live here?"

Wang Gangdan was shocked, "Senior Brother, these houses are all dangerous houses. What if they collapse and kill people? I will bring these students out in a hurry and must bring them back safely. If something goes wrong, how can I explain to their family?"

Guo Dalu Road: "The mountain road is rugged, at least five or six miles away from the small town at the foot of the mountain. If you live in the town and come to the mountain to shoot, how much time will it take to come and go back and forth? Besides, these monks can't live? Don't worry, I guarantee they are safe and sound!"

Wang Gangdan thought it was true. It was difficult for these students to die if they had a big road.

Fortunately, these students were ready to endure hardship before coming. They were surprised by Guo Dalu's speech a little, but they didn't say anything, standing together waiting for Guo Dalu's instructions.

At this time, several young monks in Shaolin Temple clasped their hands together and said to Wang Gangdan and others: "Several donors, please follow the little monk!"

Wang Gangdan and others walked slowly back along the blue brick path paved in the yard.

Although Shaolin Temple has been repeatedly damaged since the Republic of China, several main halls still survived. In addition to the Buddha Tower, there are also Guanyin Hall, Sixth Patriarch Hall, Thousand Buddha Hall, White Clothes Hall, Practice Room and other buildings that have not been damaged. The tower forest behind Shaolin Temple, which covers an area of ​​more than 20,000 square meters, has maintained its original appearance and has not been damaged.

After a tour, the students of the Sports Academy were amazed and felt that the trip was worth it. When they were sleeping at night, a group of people chose several free monks' rooms to move in. These students, including Guo Dalu's junior brothers, lived in the same room, so they didn't have to worry about his safety at all.

On the second day, the shooting began. The first scene was a scene of practicing in the practice room. Pang Bao and Chen Long led by Guo Dalu, and several junior brothers from Guo Dalu were all standing in the practice room to practice boxing and kicking together. The dozen or so students brought by Wang Gangdan were not qualified to enter the camera at all, and could only watch it with their heads outside.

There are 48 small pits on the ground of the Shaolin Practice Room, which are the traces left by Shaolin monks in the past dynasties. After some young monks in Shaolin Temple gathered together forty-eight people, they stood quietly in the Practice Room, waiting for Guo Dalu's instructions.

This game mainly shows the hard work and perseverance of Shaolin monks in practicing martial arts. There is no dialogue, only scenes of practicing martial arts.

"very good!"

Seeing that they were full of energy and in good spirits, Guo Dalu ordered the camera to take a look, "After a while they were practicing, they would give a panoramic view first, and then close-ups. The house is not very light, please pay attention to adjusting it."

He looked at Pang Bao and others, waved his hand: "Go away!"

After hearing Guo Dalu's orders, Pang Bao and others stretched out their arms and started the Shaolin entry-level boxing practice. They pounded the ground with one leg and shouted out loud. Although there were only about forty people, they were like thousands of troops and extremely astonishing momentum.

More than 40 people practiced the same set of boxing in an orderly manner. No one was slow, nor was no one fast. Forty-eight people were like one, lifting their legs and feet, closing their fists and making moves. The fist wind whirred, and dust shaking on the ground. This scene gave people a huge impact. A group of students from the sports school watching outside were stunned, "Damn, is this Shaolin Kung Fu? Why is it so powerful?"

Guo Dalu was instructing the camera next to him, "Give a close-up of the pit on the ground, yes, yes, that's it, lengthen the lens a little longer, okay, that's it..."

Whether it is Pang Bao, Chen Long, or these Shaolin monks, they have already practiced this Arhat boxing very well. After this practice, they naturally entered the same rhythm. After a set of boxing techniques, the group of people felt that the other party had a tacit understanding of cooperation, and their punches were extremely comfortable and enjoyable.

This boxing shot doesn't need to be a second time, and it just passes in one go. Guo Dalu nodded to Pang Bao and others, "Perform well!"

Pang Bao looked gloomy: "You don't even look at whose junior brother we are? How could you be embarrassed?"

Guo Daluo said: "Don't be self-indulgent, I'm talking about the Shaolin monks."

Pang Bao: “…”

Chen Long laughed, "It's embarrassing, haha!"

Pang Bao was disappointed, "I won't bring this kind of fun!
Chapter completed!
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