Chapter 690

The monks were furious, waving sticks in their hands.

They were afraid of hurting themselves and retreating.

Tong Yibo saw a few monks who didn't enter the oil and salt market. He was alive immediately. He had been to many places and had never seen such a bold monk.

"We have made a clear agreement. Why don't we go up all of a sudden? What's all the work we've done in front of us? I want to see your elder and ask him in person what's going on."

"Hum, our elders are also you can see them. If you want to see our elders, make an appointment half a year in advance."

"What, half a year in advance? Are your elders very busy? Why there are so many rules in a small temple?" Huang Feifei says discontentedly.

"What do you say..." one of the monks opened his eyes angrily and smashed a stick on Huang Feifei's chest. He beat Huang Feifei back and forth, and finally Qin Nuo helped Huang Feifei behind him. Otherwise, Huang Feifei would be injured.

"It's unreasonable of you to hit people." Martial arts director came out, and he is the most powerful person in the crew. This is a good opportunity to show his heroism.

"We're not reasonable. What's the matter? You're itchy." The monks looked at the martial arts guide jokingly.

There was only one person at the scene, secretly sneering at the back. She was Meng Yunfang. Her phone call just now was to the temple's host.

As a producer, Meng Yunfang's network is not built. Even the director of Qinglu temple is her friend.

"You still don't roll, right? If I don't show you some colors, you don't know how powerful it is." With that, a few monks began to work.

In the hands of the club dance whirring, a hit in the spotlight, the spotlight bulb burst, splashing everywhere.

Another monk kicked over the sound equipment and cameras of his crew.

Qin Nuo is not happy to see this scene. It seems that these people are preventing themselves from completing the task.

It's no wonder that the task of the system's release this time is to make a propaganda film and give 20000 points of reputation value. Qin Nuo felt that it was even more difficult to learn from the classics along the way.

"You are such a group of people. You are so unruly under the umbrella. Do you think no one can deal with you?" Speaking of martial arts director, he looked at this group of monks viciously and drew out an iron sword to rush up.

Someone nearby stopped him and told him not to be impulsive.

And the martial arts director really coldly looked at Qin Nuo and said: "since someone said that my kung fu is HuaQuan xiuleg, let him see if it is."

Then he pushed away a few people in front of him and rushed up.

"Look at the sword, bald donkeys!"

Martial arts guidance up is a fairy guide, action and momentum are very powerful.

But these monks are not easy to be provoked. From their quick movements, they know that they must have learned some martial arts.

With one stroke, the iron sword in the hand of the martial arts instructor was lifted and hit on the shoulder of the martial arts instructor. The martial arts instructor felt that his legs were soft and his shoulder was loaded with great strength.

"Poop A sound, kneeling on the ground in front of everyone's face, and then the monk turned around and came back with a rifle.

One end of the stick clubbed to the chest of the martial arts director. The martial arts director screamed, and his body rolled down the mountain like a ball.

Finally, he fell on a stone, which was beyond recognition. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and several teeth fell off.

"What's the matter? It's so foul that it's said in Buddhism." Monk a cold voice, will stick resistance in the shoulder, disdain of looking at people.

Seeing the martial arts director injured, the crew gathered around him. Fortunately, there were only some skin injuries. The most serious injury was the monk's stroke. The martial arts director's chest was black, and I don't know if there was a fracture.

"Are you still monks? You are just a group of bandits. Monks are compassionate. You are not like disciples of Buddhism." Huang Feifei couldn't help it. Although he had a stick just now, he still talked with these monks.

"Bah! As long as you are worthy to talk about compassion with me, if you want to go there today, you should first ask about the ring stick in my hand. " The monk vomited and threatened.

"These monks are too lawless."

"Take a look at the martial arts guidance. It's black and blue."

"He also has to go up and rub some heroes, and he has no idea what level he is?""Well, don't talk about this man. Everyone is hurt."

"After fighting with these monks, so many of us are afraid of these monks."

Director Tong Yibo looks at the monks and frowns. Now he doesn't know what to do. The place and time of shooting this short film are today. After this time, there will be a large-scale snowfall in Kyoto tomorrow. At that time, the equipment and machines will not be able to move to the mountains, let alone shoot.

"Pa!" Another stick hit Huang Feifei in the face. Because he had just been hit by a stick, Huang Feifei was defensive and covered his face with his arm. However, he was still hit on the nose by the stick, leaving a lot of blood in his nose.

"Assistant, are you ok?"

"Director, let's go. It seems that these people won't let us go up the mountain."

"We should avoid the attack first. When we call the police, I don't believe that no one can control these monks."

Some people are afraid to see such a bold monk. They want to go down the mountain and are afraid of being beaten.

But some people didn't give in. They picked up props and tried to reason with the monks.

"Get out of here. I won't see you again. If I see you, I'll beat you up." Among these monks, the fat monk in the middle is the most rampant. It is this monk who has just played martial arts.

"Why, this mountain belongs to you? If you let us go, we will go. We are standing here today. What can you do to us?" The little girl stood up, but she didn't want to step back.

"Hum, I want to die!" The fat monk's eyes showed fierce light and hit the little girl on the head.

He doesn't care if you're male or female, or if you're against him, he wants to fight.

"You dare!" Just as the stick in the fat monk's hand was about to fall, Qin Nuo grabbed the other end of the stick.

Chang Ji girl has closed her eyes, and the people around her have taken a breath of cool air. These monks are really upset. Even if they beat women, they still have such a heavy hand. If this stick falls, Chang Ji girl might be OK.

"What are you?" The fat monk looked at Qin Nuo with disdain.

"I'm your uncle!" Qin Nuo couldn't help but swear.

"You..." the fat monk frowned and tried to pull the stick out of Qin Nuo's hand