Today's Shaolin Temple looks very different. Countless monks have a sad face. The news of the passing of Zen Master Tianyuan, the highest-ranking master in the temple, spread throughout the temple. Many monks of the highest-ranking master also came to the door of the bamboo house where Zen Master Tianyuan lived and personally saved him. Huitong was the first to arrive after receiving the news. He sat quietly in front of the bamboo house, looking at Tianyuan sitting cross-legged on the couch in the house, with a smile on his face.

Xiaojun stood aside, his face always remained calm, but the deep sadness in his eyes was seen by everyone. Han Hu and Zhang Yan were already preparing to take the crew into the temple. After the news of Zen Master Tianyuan's death spread, the two also received Xiaojun's instructions to leave first and talk about filming in a few days.

Countless monks sat cross-legged on the grass in front of the bamboo house, chanting the sutra of rebirth in a low voice, and sending Zen Master Tianyuan on his last journey.

Xiaojun and Huizhen held a burning torch in their hands, and finally looked at Tianyuan in the house and threw the torch in their hands into the house. Whether it was Huizhen who had served Tianyuan for many years or Huitong, Xiaojun, they did not want Tianyuan to leave this place where he lived for many years. Every grass and tree here, including that bamboo house, has accompanied him for decades, and followed Tianyuan's last words of "common coming and going peacefully", after simple salvation, a generation of monks left the world through the ignited raging fire.

The fire burned for a whole day and a night, and many monks and Xiaojun also guarded the door for a day and a night. It was not until the morning of the next day that the fire gradually went out. Xiaojun looked at the dark and burning ground in front of him, and what appeared in his mind was the situation when Zhuwu and Zen Master Tianyuan were still there, which he could not forget for a long time.

"This place is not far from the pagoda, so let's repair a pagoda for my uncle here, let him be with the pagoda and continue to protect Shaolin Temple. Amitabha Buddha." Huitong saw the fire extinguished and made a decision. Such a Taoist monk must have his ashes moved into the pagoda after his death. Looking at the location here, Huitong also adapted and directly agreed to repair the new pagoda in this place where Tianyuan had lived for decades.

Without using any modern facilities, just relying on the hands of monks, some people are a brick and some tiles, everyone has repaired a seemingly simple and even unusual tower for Zen Master Tianyuan. However, it condenses everyone's efforts and expresses everyone's respect. Although it is simple, it is never solemn.

The dust returns to the dust, the earth returns to the earth, and the monks gradually dispersed.

Xiaojun and Huizhen stood silently in front of the tower to mourn Zen Master Tianyuan. This stop lasted for three days.

Tianyuan's departure made Xiaojun feel deep sorrow and a great self-blame. If it weren't for spending hard work on himself, Tianyuan would never have passed away early.

Back at the guesthouse where the crew lived, Xiaojun locked himself in the room and did not allow anyone to disturb him. He lay quietly on the bed, relaxed his spirit, silently recited the mantra in his heart, and eliminated the sudden sorrow in his heart. Huizhen said before leaving, "Maybe this is the perfection that Uncle Master wants."

The tense nerves gradually dissipated. Xiaojun really wanted to go back to the days when he lived in Shaolin Temple. There, he could let go of everything and be safe every night. He would not have to fall asleep in his sleep without too many distractions. Only during those days there could he truly sleep every day.

As she thought about it, Xiaojun's eyelids became heavier and he stopped the awakening mantra that was silently chanting in his heart, and gradually fell asleep.

Han Hu outside the door heard Xiaojun's heavy breathing and a smile appeared on his face. He really should have a good rest and have a real sleep.

One day and one night, Han Hu blocked Zhang Yan's attempt to discuss the shooting with Xiaojun, blocked Li Lianjie from chatting with Xiaojun, and gave him a full sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I felt really good. Xiaojun stretched his waist, shook his head, and then sat up from the bed, with a smile on his face. After a moment of sleep, everything about Zen Master Tianyuan was buried deep in Xiaojun's heart as an eternal memory, rather than a painful sorrow.

"Brother Hu, come in, I know you are at the door." Xiaojun shouted outside the door.

Han Hu pushed open the door, held the food in his hand, stared at Xiaojun for a while, then smiled and said, "It's good that you're fine. I heard you woke up just now outside the door, so I went to prepare food. Are you hungry?"

"You've been guarding the door?"

"I was worried that they would disturb you, so I helped you guard the door for a day. Come and eat while it's hot." Han Hu put the food in his hand on the head of the bed and signaled that Xiaojun could eat it.

Xiaojun did not speak any more. There was no need to say anything to thank the two of them. He picked up his bowl and filled his empty stomach.

"Director Zhang has been pondering how to shoot the scene you requested in the past two days. According to your requirements, I have contacted some additional costumes and props. I will be here in a few days and communicate with Shaolin Temple. I can enter the filming at any time. Director Zhang has always wanted to ask you, I have blocked me when I come here to find it." The meaning in Han Hu's words is very obvious, and Zhang Yan still has questions about the matter of extras.

Hearing Han Hu's words, Xiaojun picked up the phone beside the bed, looked at the time, dialed the phone at home, and mentioned the filming with Zuo Aiguo, hoping to borrow some soldiers from the HN Military Sub-district to help film.

Zuo Aiguo still has some understanding of his son's video and is quite acknowledged the subject. After thinking about it, he asked his son to tell him that someone would contact him directly after contacting him.

Xiaojun hung up the phone, washed up briefly, and as soon as he sat on the bed and lit a cigarette, the phone rang.

"Hello, is it Mr. Zuo? I am the company commander of the first company of the E regiment of the HN Military Sub-district. I am ordered to contact you. Please instruct me?" A low and powerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

When Xiaojun heard the sound at the other end of the microphone, he felt extremely familiar. Countless figures flashed through his mind, frozen on a person. Thinking that it was him, Xiaojun couldn't help but smile and said to the microphone: "Hello, we need some soldiers to help us shoot a video. Since some of the shots require the overall quality of extras, this requires the assistance of real soldiers. About 100 soldiers are needed. Are there any problems?"

"No, our company has received a notice and cooperate fully. The staff will be in place tomorrow morning. Please inform the address." The concise words exuded the clear military aura of the speaker.

"Okay, the address is xxx, I'm waiting for your arrival."

"goodbye."

Xiaojun laughed in his heart. This kid still looks like this, cold, haha, it's been a long time since I saw him. I couldn't help but feel a little funny when I thought that he would be surprised when he saw him tomorrow.

When Zhang Yan saw Xiaojun, he ran to him a few steps and asked anxiously, "Young Master Zuo, about extras?"

"The staff will probably be in place tomorrow morning. Now Brother Hu has gone to discuss with the guesthouse about the problem of a large number of people checking in and eating, but the rooms are probably not enough. Please find someone to coordinate and let the staff in our crew squeeze in and try to free up some rooms. It will take only a few days to tell everyone to overcome them."

"No problem, I'll do it now." Zhang Yan responded excitedly when he heard that the most difficult problem was solved.

Xiaojun knew that the entire crew had completed almost all the shooting, and only some of the shootings in Shaolin Temple were left. This was easier to deal with. The last few wars were the top priority in the play. Now all the conditions required were ready, and Zhang Yan was happy that he was sure.

At around 8 o'clock the next morning, the sound of military trucks sounded outside the guesthouse door, and then soldiers jumped out of the car and formed a team.

Standing in a neat and quick manner, from the movements of the soldiers to the overall quality of the entire team, it can be seen that these soldiers must have undergone the most rigorous training, otherwise they would never have performed like this.

A thin and capable captain walked out of the car and signaled several officers to lead the team to wait, and walked towards the guesthouse himself.

Han Hu and Zhang Yan walked out to greet him when the car was parked at the door of the guesthouse.

"Hello, I am the director of the crew of "Shaolin Temple"." Zhang Yan's tone was a little uncertain. Of course, he could see that the soldiers in front of him were definitely not ordinary soldiers, they must be front-line troops. He had also heard that other directors had asked soldiers to assist in filming, but they were also some logistics troops involved in such matters. Regular combat troops almost never participated in such matters.

"Hello, I am Fei Ming, the company commander of the first company of the E regiment of the HN Military Sub-district. I was ordered to lead the company here to assist you in the filming of the video. Please give me any instructions if you have any." Captain Fei Ming concisely expressed his purpose.

"Captain Fei, hurry up and take the team inside to rest. The guesthouse canteen has prepared food for everyone." Zhang Yan said politely.

"No need, we bring our own field tents and don't need to check in. As for the food issue, we also bring our own kitchen team. Don't bother you. Now I will lead the team to camp nearby. If you have any instructions to assist you in shooting, please come to me." Fei Ming refused expressionlessly, then turned around and prepared to leave with the troops.
Chapter completed!