[Comprehensive martial arts] Holy Monk

The three monks finally settled down in this emerald valley.

Fang Tianzhi held the jar in his left hand and the basin in his right, and hung half of the belongings on the boat. While familiarizing the two of them with carelessness about the environment in the valley, at the same time, he explained the key to the exit of the formation one by one, so that the two of them would not get lost when entering and leaving the valley. .Wu Wo is very strong in martial arts, at most he is trapped in the formation; Fu Hui is different, if he has any mistakes, it may be too late to regret.Thinking of this, Fang Tianzhi changed his mind, and simply told Fuhui: "If you are not accompanied by me, you can't go to that formation alone, remember?"

Fuhui chick nodded like pecking rice, grabbed his monk's sleeve, and kept pulling forward: "Hurry up, let's go ahead and have a look. There is a house over there!"

Fang Tianzhi said helplessly: "The hut has collapsed, we have to build a new one to live in."

Fu Hui said happily: "The new one is great, cover it quickly!"

When he was young, just when he was skinny, seeing that Fang Tianzhi couldn't be dragged away, he let go of him, and ran wildly with a small bundle on his back, crossing the stream of flowers and running around the thatched hut by himself. Look fresh.Fang Tianzhi just saw his little bald head disappear behind the hut, when he suddenly heard him scream loudly.

This miserable howl not only scared away many warblers, but also surprised Fang Tianzhi.He left the crock pot on the spot and rushed towards the hut.Fuhui was running back in a frenzy, when he saw a gray shadow flashing from among the flowers in front of him. Suddenly, he was out of his body, closed his eyes in fright, and shouted in a trembling voice: "There is a ghost! Yuanyi, save me quickly!" I!"

Fang Jiaozhu took a quick step, rushed to him and stood still, looking around, he couldn't find anything unusual, except for cliffs, ruins, and tombs as far as he could see.He heaved a sigh of relief before realizing the meaning of Fuhui's words, and he couldn't help but pat him on the head: "Open your eyes and wake up, it's a monk, not a ghost."

Hearing his voice, Fu Hui quickly opened her eyes, threw herself into his arms in shock, and said nervously: "Look behind me! There is a grave!" He cried with a mournful face, "Will it be late at night? Haunted?"

Fang Tianzhi felt it was funny, patted him on the shoulder and said, "No way. There is a young lady sleeping here, she is so gentle and lovely, how could she turn into a ghost to scare you? If you are afraid, let's go to live on the other side of the stream Yes."

Fu Hui muttered: "Ghosts can fly, what's the use of being across the river." But Fang Tianzhi was at the side, which somewhat strengthened his courage. Fang Tianzhi ran out of his arms, turned around and looked at the tomb again, he was no longer afraid, so he asked, "Are we going to live here from now on? Are we not leaving anymore?"

Fang Tianzhi said: "Well, it will be a long time."

Fu Hui hesitated for a moment, held the burden knot with one small hand, raised her head and said, "Then build a house for Master, too?"

Fang Tianzhi smiled slightly, and answered him: "Of course."

It was still early in the day, so Fang Tianzhi took Fuhui to the forest to gather some clean branches and leaves, and laid a few nests on the bank of the creek as a resting place.Then he picked a few trees and cut them off with the vajra palm, intending to use them as beams for the house.After noon, Master Fang went out to the nearest village, bought daily sundries such as knives, axes, ropes, etc., and prepared to start building a house.

He was chopping and planing wood at one end, and sat at the other end carelessly. He still couldn't bear to see the dead tree after seven or eight feet away, so he turned his back to him and looked elsewhere.If there is something good about him, it is that he is what he is, he only cares about himself, and he doesn't force others to be like him just because he doesn't like anything.Just as he didn't plan to live in the house, he wouldn't persuade Fang Tianzhi and Fu Hui to stay with him.

When Fang Tianzhi was not working, he caught sight of him from the corner of the eye and saw him sitting alone on a rock by the stream, peaches and plums falling like a pink and white fragrant mist, flying over him and the reflection in the water .Just looking at his appearance, even though he is wearing an old white monk's robe, he doesn't look like a monk, but a scholar or a son.

Fuhui held a pot in one hand and a bowl in the other, leaned close to Fang Tianzhi and asked, "Do you drink water? Thank you for your hard work, hee hee."

Fang Tianzhi smiled and said, "Thank you very much."

Fuhui sat on the wood he had planed, looked at Wuli, and said, "Master, I don't know why you are doing this!"

Fang Tianzhi said: "He is so merciful that his heart suffers."

Fu Hui said: "My master sometimes complains to me, and he also said the same thing. He said that my uncle really shouldn't be a monk."

Fang Tianzhi couldn't help being curious, handed the empty water bowl to Fuhui, and asked him, "What did Master Wuyou say?"

Fuhui said: "He said that although my uncle has a good heart, he doesn't have Buddha nature." After finishing speaking, he posed in an old-fashioned way, imitating Wuyou and sighing, "Amitabha! What an idiot!"

Fang Tianzhi believed it, but he couldn't do anything about it.

A few days later, the three wooden houses were completed, and there were only a few flower beds separated from the former residence of the unknown predecessor.Fuhui respectfully invited Wuyou's jade-colored cassock into the room closest to the tomb, and picked the one farthest away by herself, leaving the middle one for Fang Tianzhi.And Wu Wu has been living on the big rock by the stream, eating the wind and drinking the dew in his normal life, only eating something when he can't bear it, everything is no different from when he was in Bifeng Temple.

Fang Tianzhi went out again, bought some farming and mulberry tools, and opened up an arable land near the wooden house to grow grain.When he was in Shaolin Temple, he did a lot of farming, collecting firewood, doing laundry, and sweeping. He could be regarded as a good hand at home.In addition, eating, drinking, prostitution, and gambling are all free. If it is placed in the next village, I am afraid that there will be a family of Han and hundreds of families. I only wish that he did not have this opportunity!

Sigh!

In addition to helping him, Fuhui also went to the forest to pick mulberry leaves to feed the baby silkworms every day. She was really energetic.In his spare time, he pestered Fang Tianzhi to teach him martial arts, and asked him to learn the domineering palm technique of chopping big trees by name.Fang Tianzhi nodded and said, "Go fetch water first, carry thirty barrels a day, and you will take care of the watering of the fields."

Boss Fuhui was not happy: "Why do you need to carry water!"

Fang Tianzhi taught earnestly with righteous words: "To practice Shaolin martial arts, the first thing is to lay the foundation. You just look at me for being good, and you don't know how many buckets of water I have! If you want to practice the Vajra Palm, you must rest assured that you will fight for six, seven or eight years." Basics!"

Fu Hui counted and said: "What six or seven or eight years, you have been sloppy for three years! Could it be that you are fooling me!"

Fang Tianzhi couldn't help laughing and said: "I'm not that kind of person, it depends on whether you are obedient and hardworking!"

Fuhui was very unconvinced, and insisted on carrying the bucket for a month, and then quit.He lived a semi-reclusive life in Bifeng Temple since he was a child. He didn't know the situation in the world, let alone the prosperity of the world. He only learned martial arts for fun, and no one supervised him. Naturally, he didn't like hardship.Fang Tianzhi didn't force it, he had his own way of martial arts in Bifeng Temple, he didn't practice according to the method of Shaolin Temple, didn't he have achieved a whole body of profound martial arts without worrying about it?

When spring goes and summer comes, the seedlings in the field are lush and lush, and they are growing very happily. Fuhui has also learned the style of the field so-so.The peaches and plums on the tree are ripe and fragrant, the greedy Fuhui doesn't even want to eat every day, she just gnaws on the fruit, Fang Tianzhi pats her head several times before she calms down.The summer was scorching hot, and after eating fresh fruits for a few days, Fang Tianzhi took him to pick a basket or two, and prepared to dry the fruits, so there was something to amuse and grind his teeth in winter.When the two were picking fruit under the tree, Fang Tianzhi's heart moved, he looked sideways, and saw that Wuyou was sitting in a daze not far away, so he suddenly threw a peach at him, and said: "Go on!"

Wuyou held the peach subconsciously, came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "I won't eat it."

Fang Tianzhi smiled slightly: "This is a ripe fruit that falls to the ground. In terms of life and death, this is a dead peach. If you don't eat it, it will rot within a few days."

Looking at the peach in his hand without hesitation, he didn't know how to reply for a moment.

Fang Tianzhi looked at his expression, and said again: "It fell to the ground to take root and sprout and grow a new tree. You might as well eat it and plant the seeds. If the new sprouts come out when it comes, it will grow again. How can it be considered dead?"

Holding a bag of fruits, Fuhui was stunned when she heard the words, and said joyfully, "That's right, what do you think of this method, uncle?"

Wuyou lowered his eyelashes to look at the fruit, then raised his eyes to look at Fang Tianzhi, as if recalling something, said softly: "I used to plant many trees in the temple. They are plum trees." After he finished speaking , the whole person suddenly became dazed again, Fang Tianzhi wanted to laugh and tell him that the plum tree was beautiful, but suddenly saw a trace of bitter sadness on his face.There is usually no expression on Wuyou's face, but for a moment, this trace of sadness appeared so deep-rooted that it made people feel sad.

Fu Hui seemed to be shocked too, and he asked timidly, "Master, what's the matter with you?"

Wushu said: "It's nothing, I have nothing." He looked at the peach in his hand again, as if suddenly thinking of something, "Planting a tree is very good, I can make it survive."

In the spring of the second year, Wu Wu began to plant peach trees.

He had never planted fruit trees before, and since he had this idea, he put all his attention on planting trees, and didn't pay much attention to other things.After a year or two, the small peach trees he planted were everywhere in the valley, and they grew taller and more lush, and when spring came again, those peach trees bloomed scorchingly and brilliantly, attracting carefree people. He was so happy that he didn't even have a place to sit or lie on the boulder by the stream, and saw the sun lingering beside his tree.

And Fang Tianzhi lived here in seclusion with the two of them. Since he couldn't do good things, he had no choice but to devote himself to practicing martial arts. When the Bodhi Heart Sutra was becoming more and more mature, he began to practice Sanhuazhang.The gist of this palm technique is to urge falling flowers to attack the enemy with the power of the palm. When practiced to the depths, thousands of flying flowers are sharp blades, hiding murderous intentions in the gracefulness. It is a relatively rare method in the Shaolin martial arts system.

Fu Hui loves to watch him play this set of palms very much, and always pesters him to practice it.Fang Tianzhi was just a beginner, when he flicked the petals, scars would inevitably be drawn on the tree trunk. Whenever this happened, he would get angry without worry, but he was a good-tempered person, he didn't quarrel with others, and he didn't like to fight.So when Fang Tianzhi practiced martial arts, he would follow him without hesitation, and when he saw the petals being stimulated by Fang's master's palm, he ran back and forth between the flowers and trees, flying his hands with his sleeves, to protect his beloved little tree.

In this way, when the two of them come and go, Fu Hui feels more attractive.He also selfishly hoped that his uncle would be more lively, so he got out of hand and pestered Fang Tianzhi even more.It's just that Master Fang was afraid of offending the honest monk, and he didn't want to really hurt the tree, so he didn't often practice the moves for him.

In the late spring of the year, Fang Tian went to practice martial arts by the stream in the morning, and saw Wu Wu standing by the water looking at the flowers from afar.He walked over and said good morning, and wanted to stretch himself, but unexpectedly Wu Wu replied in a very rare kind way: "It's early for you, too."

Fang Tianzhi hesitated for a moment, and almost wanted to look up to see if it was raining red.But Wuyou smiled slightly and said, "Last night, I saw a lot of fireflies by the stream. I just remembered, I've seen you before." He raised his dew-wet eyelashes and looked towards the Tianzhi looked over, "You have raised a tiger."

Fang Tian said sincerely, you have watched the fireflies by the stream for several years, and you just remembered your feelings today!

But he couldn't say that, so he smiled and said, "Unexpectedly, you still remember."

Wu Wo said: "Tigers eat meat, I have never tolerated it. But my senior brother is not, he is much more open-minded than me."

Fang Tianzhi said sincerely: "Master Wuyou's Dharma is profound, I am not as good as it."

Wushu said: "So what, he is dead just like my parents. The Buddha said that there is a cycle of life and death, but just like a flower blooming and fading, this flower is gone, and it will be born again in the next year." A new flower blooms, but it is not the original one."

Fang Tianzhi couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, he didn't expect Wuli's remarks at all.After a while, he suddenly realized that Wuyou knew everything.

Wusi didn't seem to care about his response, he just looked at the reflections of the two in the water and said, "Senior brother is right, I shouldn't be a monk, I don't really believe in Buddhism. In the past few decades, I always refused to be a monk. Believe me, I thought I would always be better than my father? But looking at it now, I'm afraid it won't work. Since it doesn't work, let's forget it." He said, sighing lightly, but he was not disappointed.

Just at this moment, Fu Hui came out of the room with a basin in her arms, and said sleepily, "Yuanyi! I'm going to shave my head today." Seeing Wu Wu, he said again, "Master, will you shave your head?"

Wuyou smiled and said, "No more shaving."

Fuhui didn't take it seriously either, she said "Oh" and walked away by herself.

Fang Tianzhi watched Fuhui go away, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart, pondered for a moment and said to Wuyou: "We were going to hide it from you, but now that you know, why don't you set up a tomb for Master Wuyou?"

Wu Wu shook his head and said: "Senior brother just went out to play, and after a few decades, he will come back."

After that, he went to the other side of the peach blossom forest alone.

So far, Wuyou seemed to be a little more cheerful. Fang Tianzhi observed for a while, and saw that he was not so worrying, and that he was twelve years old, and he was able to take care of everything in the valley, so he felt relieved .The night before his departure, he called Fuhui to the stream and taught him the Vajra Palm technique.

Fu Hui followed him through the fight in silence, and when Master Fang explained the moves one by one, and asked him what he didn't understand, he suddenly asked, "Are you leaving?"

Before Fang Tianzhi could speak, he shook his head again and said, "Don't tell me."

The moonlight is reflected in the stream, and there are thousands of fireflies beside the water like stars.Fu Hui lowered his head, and a few fireflies landed on his shoulders, blinking and flickering, but he ignored them.

After a while, he asked again, "Then when will you come back?"

But just like before, before waiting for a reply, he shook his head again and said: "Don't tell me." After saying that, he raised his head and smiled with tears in his eyes, "Let's practice palming!"

Fang Tianzhi smiled slightly, and reached out to pat his bald forehead.

Early the next morning, Fang Tianzhi went out with his burden on his back, but he didn't see Wuyou's figure in the surrounding flower forest.

Living in seclusion here for five years, this situation can be said to be unique.

After waiting for a while, Fang Tian thought to himself that maybe he didn't want to say goodbye, so he stopped pushing.Turning around to close the door of his wooden house, he breathed a sigh of relief, went out of the valley alone, and went straight to Shaoshi Mountain.