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Chapter five hundred and eighty fifth participation

Shaolin.

Old Monk Fang Zheng was practicing meditation on the back mountain of Shaoshi Mountain, and the other few old-fashioned brothers were also practicing their own practices.

Now, because of a movie made by Guo Dalu, Shaolin Temple has become a famous temple in China for generations. There are thousands of tourists who come to Shaolin Temple every day, turning a Buddhist place of cultivation into a market like a market.

In order to avoid tranquility and to practice Guo Dalu's instructions, the monks built a small temple in the back mountain. The so-called place of peace of mind is a place of peace of mind, and this small temple is the place of real Shaolin monks practicing.

As for the Shaolin Temple in front, it is a prosperous place and a place of worldly affairs, and for them, it has become a bond.

From then on, the rules were also set. A true Shaolin monk must come to the back mountain to practice after he is fifteen years old in Shaolin Temple. He should not welcome guests in the temple for a long time, otherwise he will be a Buddhist disciple if he delays his practice.

"Master, Mr. Guo Dalu has sent his junior brother Pang Bao to deliver a letter."

The middle-aged monk Huise walked into the abbot's room and said to Fang Zheng, who had opened his eyes: "I said that there is something to trouble Shaolin."

"oh?"

Fang Zheng stood up and said, "Come and invite me quickly!"

Pang Bao walked into the house with a smile, and the other party was holding his hands together, "Senior, my senior brother said that the prosperity has come now, and it is the time when the fire is cooking oil and flowers are blooming. It is the best time for the masters to promote Buddhist scriptures. He wants to invite the masters of the temple to come to Beijing to perform Dharma theory."

While speaking, he handed Guo Dalu's letter to Fang Zheng.

Guo Dalu can be neither big nor small, but Guo Dalu has reached the realm of being. There is no distinction between inside and outside in his heart. There is a natural self-no appearance, no human appearance, no sentient being appearance, so he scolds Buddha and scolds ancestors and acts in a straightforward manner. But Pang Bao is just an ordinary martial arts master, so he naturally dare not be as unruly as his senior brother. When facing the old monk Fang Zheng, he still worships according to etiquette.

Fang Zheng took the letter and after reading it, he laughed and said, "It's fake to perform the Dharma and the truth to draw the strong men. Mr. Guo is looking for the old monk to come!"

He said to Pang Bao: "I understand this. Within three days, my disciples in Shaolin Temple will rush to the capital and obey Mr. Guo's instructions."

After eating a bowl of tea in the temple, Pang Bao did not dare to waste time. He said goodbye to the monks and walked towards Songshan Academy. This time, Guo Dalu called on all the heroes, and the academy where Song Qingyun was located was also on the list.

Pang Bao's mission this time was very heavy. He had to deliver all the letters from all the big and small sects in a radius of thousands of miles, with the capital as the center. The time was tight and the task was heavy, so he did not dare to delay at all.

Although he followed Guo Kaishan to practice martial arts and opened a security company with his junior brothers such as Chen Long, he actually didn't know much about the real martial arts world. Many things were heard of. At this time, he was walking around with a large bag of letters on his back, looking for hidden sects, and was curious, and he didn't know what these sects looked like.

Within a week, he had been to small towns, large cities, barren mountains and ridges, and bustling places. He had seen the proud disciples of the upper three sects, and also met the merciless people of the lower three sects. These people were men and women, old and young, beautiful and ugly, martial arts masters, and mediocre people.

When sending letters to these people, most people in the sect were interested in the level of Kung Fu, the junior brother of Guo Dalu. Therefore, Pang Bao had many attacks along the way, and almost got bleeding several times, but he also injured others several times, almost losing his life.

He sent the letter all the way, and finally realized how terrifying his senior brother was to push the martial arts world and challenge the world.

Before he finished sending this letter, he was already injured, his nose was bruised and swollen. He was pointed at when walking on the road. There was no sign that he was a famous action star today. His face was deformed by this family.

"Damn it, I just sent a few letters, and my life is still in danger! Senior brother is really unreliable!"

The more Pang Bao thought about it, the more scared he became. He felt a little nervous, and he almost didn't dare to move forward, for fear that if he met a ruthless person who was desperate and killed himself, he would be compensated. I'm not married yet!

Pang Bao was so embarrassed to deliver the letter. The other guys who delivered the letter were not much better than him. Just like Chen Long, his eyes were beaten so hard that he could not be broken away by someone at this time. He was limping around. While taking a plane at the airport, several police officers asked him if he had been robbed.

None of Guo Dalu's junior brothers who delivered the letter were not injured. However, no one deliberately made things difficult for the younger sisters when delivering the letter, and the treatment of both sides was far different.

Just as these junior brothers and sisters were sending letters to various gates, Guo Dalu had already led Wang Fengshan into the office of the organizing committee for the opening and closing ceremony of the Olympic Games into the city.

"Master Guo, you are here!"

Director Zhang Jianzhong, the former director in charge of the Chinese Cultural Group, was so happy that he saw Guo Dalu. He held Guo Dalu's hand for a long time and was reluctant to let go. "Master Guo, you are the only one who dares to help in time! The other directors dare not show up now! When he heard that something went wrong with our organizing committee, he slipped faster than anyone else!"

Zhang Jianzhong mentioned that several other well-known directors in China, after learning that there were major problems with the rehearsal of this evening party, all of them went to remote mountainous areas to shoot movies. They didn't even dare to bring their mobile phones, for fear of being named to join the evening party program team.

Now everyone knows that the evening party program team is a bomb at this time, and if you are not careful, you will be criticized for your whole life. Time is so tight that there is basically no possibility of the program schedule, so they all find excuses to run away.

In fact, these guys are also brainless. Everything will be fine when they run away, but after the Olympics, Guo Dalu can predict how miserable they will die.

If you don’t stand up at a critical moment, you are a Chinese person!

Seeing Zhang Jianzhong so excited, Guo Dalu smiled and said, "Hey, Director Zhang, you are too polite. Just call me Xiao Guo. I dare not take this word "Master Guo!"

Zhang Jianzhong is indeed a powerful actor. Although he is not good-looking, he really has something in his belly. Many of the art films he has filmed have won awards at home and abroad. Although he is not as famous as Guo Dalu in the international community, in today's China, in terms of the strength of controlling large scenes, the first thing that industry insiders admire is Zhang Jianzhong.

As for Guo Dalu, dozens of people from the beginning to the back may not be able to line up him.

This is not a matter of qualifications and popularity, but whether you have any experience in directing large-scale party events.

The movies Guo Dalu are famous for making, but after all, they are commercial films and art films. Participants in such large-scale evening parties are basically not qualified to participate. Fortunately, Guo Dalu is not just a commercial director, he has also made great achievements in art films. Now Li Jiusan personally ordered the general, so he was able to participate in this large-scale evening party and become the general manager.

From this point of view, Mr. Li Jiusan's courage is amazing, and his confidence in Guo Dalu is greater than that of anyone else.

After a brief exchange with Zhang Jianzhong, Guo Dalu had a rough understanding of the current situation of the program team.

After Stephen Coach left, the entire program team was actually not able to do anything, but it was just that the final program could not be determined.

There are actually many alternative programs like this that are related to the national image, but which one is the best one and which combination is the best one. This choice is the most test of people.

Even if Guo Dalu didn't come this time, Zhang Jianzhong could take on the burden alone, but it was unpredictable whether it was good or bad. If Stephen Coch had not been the general consultant before, and he had been following Zhang Jianzhong's ideas at the beginning, then Zhang Jianzhong would not have such trouble at this time. He could make his own decision.

But because of Stephen Coch's participation, many of the plans and ideas were slightest like Zhang Jianzhong's original ideas, which made him a little dazzled and had difficulty choosing.

While communicating with Zhang Jianzhong, he watched the alternative plan of the program team. After Guo Dalu finished learning about it, he closed his eyes and pondered.

After a while, he told Zhang Jianzhong: "All things related to Western culture are taken away, and only programs with our own cultural attributes in China are retained!"

Zhang Jianzhong was shocked, "If you want to do this, you must cut off at least half of it!"
Chapter completed!
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