Japanese Entertainment: From special effects actor to action superstar

Chapter 395 It's not your turn even if we take turns.

The moment the bell of Hanshan Temple rang, many of the accompanying Japanese martial artists wore solemn and dignified expressions.

Unaware of Zong Daochen's ulterior motives, they realized that Zong Daochen had come with the intention of making a pilgrimage.

The influence of Hanshan Temple is truly profound.

Gu Ming also stood still with the others, gazing at the melodious bell.

New Year!
However, it wasn't in Japan that I celebrated the Lunar New Year; it was my first time returning to China for the holiday.

"The sound of bells is eternal, and a moment's echo will last forever!"

Gu Ming muttered to himself.

After the worship ceremony ended, seeing that Zong Daochen was about to leave, Gu Ming suddenly stopped him: "Mr. Zong Daochen, is there anything else?"

Zong Daochen looked at Gu Ming with a complicated expression.

It used to be there, but it's gone now.

He was under close surveillance by Zhou's entourage the whole way, so he had no time to develop his own network!

He finally had some free time, but Gu Ming dragged him shopping today, asked him to experience folk customs tomorrow, and then asked him to go to the Qinhuai River to watch the cruise the day after tomorrow.

By the Emperor.

He came here to recruit others; he doesn't have time to go out and play every day!
"Come on, come on," Gu Ming urged. "Let's go to the Qinhuai River tonight. I heard there's a fireworks display there."

Munemitsu said, "Furutani-kun, the fireworks festival is indeed beautiful, and I strongly recommend that you stay and watch it. As for me, I'll be going now."

Gu Ming suddenly moved closer, and the look in his eyes made Zong Daochen feel a little uneasy.

"What are you going to do?"

"Shaolin Temple...

Shaolin Temple!

"Yes, Shaolin Temple."

"Then I'll go too."

Zong Daochen cried out, "What a rip-off!"

"Gu Gu-kun, you, you can't go! What are you going to Shaolin Temple for? It's so boring. Why don't you just stay here and watch the fireworks display on the Jinling River?"

Gu Ming casually hooked his arm around his neck.

"Fireworks festivals are nothing compared to the fun of bald monks. It's settled then. Tomorrow, wherever you go, I'll go. If you go to Shaolin Temple, then I'll go to Shaolin Temple too!"

Zong Daochen almost fainted.

Come on.

He asked that one unnecessary question!
What if he doesn't ask? Just grit your teeth and get through it!

When the time comes, we can just throw Gu Ming into the Jinling River, and he'll run off to the Netherlands to develop his network. Wouldn't that be great?

Now, Zong Daochen is only grateful for one thing.

Fortunately, there's not much to do in the Netherlands, so there's no need to worry about Gu Ming dragging him around to play like he did in Beijing.

……

……

Just after the New Year, the group left Hanshan Temple and arrived at Shaolin Temple in the Netherlands.

Once they arrived here, Zong Daochen was no longer in a hurry.

Seeing that he wasn't in a hurry, Gu Ming also stopped being in a hurry.

Gu Ming, of course, did not know when the filming of Shaolin Temple began. He only knew that the director had traveled to many places and searched for suitable actors from all over the country in preparation for the filming of Shaolin Temple, including Yu Chenghui, who later became the "Yellow River Hero".

But that's okay too.

Gu Ming didn't know, but Zong Daochen certainly did, because he came to get involved in the filming.

He wasn't in a hurry, and Gu Ming didn't urge him either, simply wandering around and having fun.

In addition to the local entourage, they also inevitably met with the current abbot and other senior monks.

Gu Ming already knew that Shaolin Temple was in a state of disrepair, but he was still genuinely surprised when he saw it with his own eyes. In his memory, the main hall of Shaolin Temple, where people rang bells, prayed to Buddha, and collected incense money, was very spacious, but now it consisted of only a few dilapidated rooms. He couldn't imagine the grandeur that belonged to Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha." Zong Daochen put his hands together and was about to bring up the matter of donating money when Gu Ming suddenly stepped forward, his face full of regret.

"It's such a pity. I've heard that Shaolin Temple is a sacred place of Zen martial arts, but I never imagined it would decline to this state. It's truly heartbreaking. As an outsider, I, Gu Guming, can't bear to see such a gem tarnished. I'm willing to personally donate funds to help Shaolin Temple repair its buildings, so that at least everyone can have a decent Mahavira Hall!"

Zong Daochen's voice stopped abruptly, and he stared blankly at Gu Ming.

The abbot was also momentarily taken aback, turning to the accompanying translator before him.

"That's right, Abbot, this Japanese man said he wants to spend money to help Shaolin Temple repair its buildings."

Zong Daochen took a deep breath.

"Amitabha Buddha, I..."

Gu Ming continued, "Actually, my hometown Nara is a place with a long history of Buddhist faith. It has inherited the architecture and customs of the Tang Dynasty, and everyone considers themselves to be from the Tang Dynasty. Of course, I am no exception. I worship Buddha and respect gods whenever I see them. This is what is meant by the harmony between gods and Buddhas. A little money is nothing, just a token of my feelings. I just can't bear to see Shaolin Kung Fu being lost."

Zong Daochen gasped, nearly fainting.

What Furuya Akira said were exactly the words he wanted to say!
"Furuya-kun!" Zong Daochen hurriedly stepped forward, his voice sincere: "Furuya-kun, how can I let you spend this money? As the founder of the Japan Shaolin Kung Fu Federation, I have an obligation to promote Shaolin Kung Fu in Japan. I'll cover this expense!"

"Hey! What are you saying? Everyone knows I, Akira Furuya, am also a martial arts expert! How could I let you pay for this? I have to cover it. There's no need to discuss this. Listen to me! It's settled then! Tanaka..."

Since Tanaka wasn't there, Tani Akira changed his mind and said, "Koizumi, go take a look around and see how much we'll need, then write a check."

Zong Daochen was furious: "It's not about money!"

Gu Ming nodded: "I understand, it's about the naming rights! Don't worry, Zongjun, it doesn't matter if you want to tell the outside world that you sponsored it. I'm just fulfilling a wish. Of course, it would be best if I could learn authentic Shaolin Kung Fu."

Zong Daochen silently shed two streams of tears, wishing he could grab Gu Ming by the collar and roar at him.

If you want to learn Shaolin Kung Fu, come find me! I know it too!

The key is, you can't delay my donation plan!

But Gu Ming had already easily persuaded Zong Daochen with force to donate money.

The translator was nearly dumbfounded. After translating a few sentences for the abbot, the abbot was even more astonished.

I've never seen anything like this before, people are even scrambling to spend money!

Is Shaolin Temple really that popular?

"Amitabha!" The abbot clasped his hands together and said, "This benefactor..."

Gu Ming said, "Gu Gu Ming."

“It is wonderful that you are willing to make a donation, but there is an old saying in our Zhou Kingdom: ‘No reward without merit.’ I’m afraid that if you have any requests, we may not be able to fulfill them. Moreover, repairing an ancient temple is not a small matter. Perhaps you should reconsider your options.”

"It's just a small amount of money! It doesn't matter! I feel uncomfortable if I don't spend money for a day! Besides, I've long heard that Shaolin martial arts are profound and extensive, and I've always wanted to learn from them. Moreover, I'm not just an actor; I also run a small company. I'm planning to invest in a movie about Buddhist kung fu, and I think it would be perfect to film it at Shaolin Temple!"

Actually, there was no such thing; it was just something I said offhand.

But the abbot couldn't help but put his hands together in prayer again.

understood.

It seems Japan is coveting the martial arts of their Shaolin Temple. There's no such thing as money for nothing; they must have something to ask for here.

However, it was quite a coincidence.

There's really nothing that can't be said!

The abbot clasped his hands together again and bowed deeply.

“If you insist on making money, then just build one main hall. However, the movie is probably not an option. A director has already decided to make a movie called ‘Legend of Shaolin Temple.’ If you also want to make a movie, we may not have the time to deal with it properly, and we may offend you if we are not able to entertain you well.”

Zong Daochen's heart suddenly pounded wildly.

Oh no! This is bad!
It's one thing to prevent him from donating money, but you can't take away the movie too!
He's waiting to use this opportunity to expand his influence!

Gu Ming immediately showed a concerned expression.

"Oh? There are movies like that? I definitely want to see them. If you don't mind, please introduce me to the director!"

Zong Daochen let out a groan and nearly fainted on the spot.

Oh no, oh no!
Now he probably won't even get a chance to star in a movie!

(End of this chapter)