A Panda's Martial Arts

He can't sleep.

Perhaps because of his dietary structure, he who grew up eating meat has much more energy than those pandas who eat bamboo.

Ordinary pandas basically eat and sleep every day, but with him, they still have a lot of free time and don't know what to do.

He had nothing else to do.

He no longer needs to run all over the mountain for tomorrow's meal, and he doesn't need to work hard to save his life. He can sleep as long as he wants, and eat when he wants. He doesn't need to fight anymore. Because the zoo environment is absolutely safe for him.

Even when facing those beasts last night, it was the same.

Rhinos, black bears, and lions and tigers do look mighty enough. If ordinary people see them, they may be bluffed by their terrifying appearance-but that is only relative to ordinary people.

For Jianguo, these captive animals are really not even a threat.

Just because their actual combat capabilities can only be described as tragedy.

The swift but intractable collision, the big clapping movement that started before touching anyone, and the flying pounce that hovered in mid-air and could not change direction...

The last one is a normal feline attack method, but it is only used for sneak attacks, and the fight has already started. Who would jump into the air so blatantly?

With this level of fighting, let alone him, even if the clouded leopard in the mountain is exchanged, these beasts can be wiped out.

There was one lioness who seemed to have had some combat training, but only a little.

That's not even a lion's normal way of attacking.

It's just that this level is too embarrassing. Even if you add up these so-called beasts, it's not as good as a surveillance camera to make him worry more.

So, after finding a position where the camera couldn't see, he chose to punch.

It was the only way he could count on entertainment these days.

What's more, he also has some doubts and needs to find the answer in his boxing practice.

The battle last night is still vivid in his mind, and he still clearly remembers the scene at that time——

The moonlight shone on the tiger's body, casting a large shadow on the ground, and the tiger swooped in mid-air with a fishy wind. It was the killing posture of the big cat family, and it was an unrivaled force.

At least not a panda can face, let alone that panda is not yet an adult.

But he didn't die under the blow.

With both palms on the ground and kicking its hind feet towards the sky, it seemed a bit funny, but the huge tiger was actually kicked out by this blow. You must know that it is a big cat with a body length of more than three meters, and the force of its lunges can even overwhelm it. Broken bones.

Although he himself knew that there was a reason why he seized the opportunity, but there was still a size gap between the two sides after all, and his victory was too easy.

"How the hell did I do it?"

While thinking, the panda named Jianguo stood up, his muscles tightened.

This is an exercise method he calls "zhanzhuang".

With the growth of his body, the previous exercise rhythm can no longer satisfy him——

Although it was also the gesture of "Eagle Catch", he had to keep his muscles tensed for a longer time before he could feel the effective stimulation.

And its inspiration comes from the "four shares" of sumo wrestling.

I heard that sumo wrestlers will raise one leg high, and then maintain this position for a long time without moving. Using this strenuous standing position to complete physical exercise, in a sense, it is similar to the way he is practicing now.

Just like a raised leg will eventually be stepped down heavily, a tense body will also be punched hard!

"Ugh-"

The bear's paw was pushed out, bringing up a gust of wind.

But the panda named Jianguo frowned.

Perhaps when he was just a fledgling, he could only fight wildly, but after several actual combat experiences, he can already distinguish the difference between starting power——

And although the palm push just now seemed swift and violent, it always seemed a bit worse than the handstand kick he had last night.

At that moment, he realized something in his heart.

The answer is the stability of the body structure.

For the kick last night, his palms supported the weight of his arms, his arms supported the weight of his body, and the kicked legs were stably supported by his body—and when the tiger jumped down, the weight of the tiger , has also been accepted.

If you have to describe it, it looks like wooden chopsticks. Although it can be easily broken from the side, if you slap it straight at the pointed end, even the palm of your hand is at risk of being pierced.

"That is to say..."

Following that feeling, he continued to assume the posture of "Standing", and maintained this posture for a long time.

It was also because he was immersed in the exercise that he didn't notice that in the corridor in the distance, there were two old men squatting behind the low wall, watching him from afar.

Chapter 44

Under the low wall that served as a protective fence, the two old men squatting behind the wall were too shocked to speak.

Although they are old, they haven't reached the level where their memories will be confused - they did see clearly just now that the panda was standing up in an unreasonable way.

And that posture... even looks like martial arts?

"This panda has a destiny with my Buddha!"

The monk Ciqing almost shouted, but he kept his voice down to avoid disturbing the panda.

"Send him to the front yard! Please! Let me do anything!"

"Are you serious?"

It was Professor Gu Bo who greeted the Tzu Ching monk with an idiot-like look.

Although pandas are animals, they are also well-known national treasures. Only professional institutions such as zoos or panda protection centers are eligible to own them. Mere temples are not worthy of pandas.

Of course, it is not impossible to forcibly take one away, but the consequences are not something the temple can bear.

"This... I know. But this panda is really important to Zhaojue Temple."

Sighing, the Tzu Ching monk's expression was a bit bitter.

"Do you still remember that in the past, there was a man named Master Haideng?"

"This……"

The old professor Gubo thought for a while before he remembered the name that had been buried in his memory.

That was in the 80s of last century. There was a famous "Qigong craze" in that era. Many people were practicing the so-called "Qigong" born out of martial arts. Martial arts masters are like today's star artists. Everywhere will be worshiped by the people.

Master Hai Deng was the most popular person in that era. His special skill "Two-finger Zen Kung Fu" can even support the whole body upside down with two fingers.Some people even filmed a TV series for Master Haideng, which made Master Haideng even more famous.

The monastery where Master Hai Deng received his precepts is the Zhaojue Monastery where the Tzu Ching monk lives.

"But didn't it all become clear later? Hai Deng's two-finger Zen was fake, and it was shot by hanging his feet with a rope. Why do you mention him?"

"It's because of this."

The Tzu Ching monk let out a long sigh.

"Master Haideng is too powerful, he fought for his own reputation, but his reputation fell, and my reputation of Zhaojue Temple has also been blackened... Now everyone knows Shaolin Temple, and how many people Do you still remember that I, Zhaojue Temple, also had a martial art inheritance?"

"After all, you still want to enhance the reputation of your ruined temple."

Gu Bo, who is already 90 years old, will naturally not be deceived by such high-sounding words. He can see the true purpose of Tzu Ching at a glance.

"Yes, I just want to boost the reputation of my ruined temple."

Contrary to Gubo's expectation, the monk Ciqing admitted it openly.

"Don't look at me like that. At this age, it doesn't matter if you are a hypocrite or a villain... At least I don't want to harm anyone. I just want to promote Buddhism and revitalize the temple. After all, I am a monk. , I want to lead people to be good, so what's the problem?"

"It's really okay, but don't fool me with such words to scare young people."

The old professor Gubo shook his head again and again.

"A rule is a rule, and if you really lend the panda to you, you will be harmed... Besides, why are you so sure that the panda is practicing martial arts?"

"What else could it be?"

The old monk Tzu Ching stared.

"I've practiced it too! I can see that air! That's..."

"No, there is another possibility."

Old Professor Gubo stretched out a finger.

"It's deviant behavior."

"Unusual...sexual behavior?"

Monk Ciqing raised his eyebrows.

"you……"

"It's anomalous, behavior."

Seeing that the Tzu Qing monk wanted to interrupt, the old professor Gu Bo had no choice but to correct the other party's sentences.

"How to explain it to you...Let me tell you a story."

After thinking about it, old professor Gu Bo decided to give Tzu Ching monks some popular science, in a way that everyone can understand.

Gubo’s family used to raise a German Shepherd, commonly known as a “black-backed dog”. He has kept this big dog named “Ahuang” for two years, and he is as familiar with his relatives as he gets along with him. They are inseparable.And probably last year, Ah Huang suddenly began to consciously bury things in the yard.

Dogs will bury the leftover bones and save them for later eating. This is a habit shared by most canines.

But what Ah Huang buried was Gu Bo's mobile phone.

The mobile phone is not a very expensive item, and the old professor didn't pay much attention to it at the time——

If he hadn't seen the dog burying his cell phone, he would have thought that his cell phone had fallen somewhere and he would just buy a new one.

Compared with the insignificant mobile phone, it was Ah Huang's abnormality that aroused his interest, which made him observe it for about half a year.

"But Ah Huang never did this kind of thing again."

Thinking of that futile observation, Gu Bo couldn't help shaking his head.

"At first I thought that Ah Huang might have learned to use a mobile phone by imitating humans, but it turns out that it can only bury things related to me...slippers, pillowcases, and once took my old pajamas away. "

"This……"

Monk Ciqing probably understood what Gu Bo wanted to say.