Shaolin monk

A dozen children between the ages of three and ten stood in two rows in the center of the Discipline Hall. Beside them were two teams of about 20 adults, wearing uniform blue clothes with black belts around their waists. .

Ling Duoduo was ranked first because he was the youngest and shortest. He stood quietly looking ahead for a while, and did not look left and right like the others, until he heard a low noise coming from behind him. Only then did he turn around and look over.

Master Zhishan, the abbot of Shaolin, came in together with five elders. Apart from the most conspicuous Master Zhishan who walked in the front wearing a red cassock, the one who walked at the end also attracted attention.

The presiding abbot seems to be over forty years old, and the other four elders also have white beard and hair, but the last one is only in his early twenties, with a national face and strong eyebrows, and a fierce look on his face that is completely different from the others.

Ling Duoduo paid attention to the three idiots standing in front facing the door, and judged from his eyes that the young man walking at the end was Zhizhi.

Several elders walked to the front of the hall and lined up. First, they recited the Buddha's name together, and then Master Zhishan said slowly: "From today on, you will officially become my Shaolin disciples. I hope that you will practice martial arts with all your heart and devote yourself to cultivation. Buddha, in the future, we will carry forward the martial arts spirit of our sect, and make Shaolin shine."

Speaking of this, he deliberately paused, his eyes slowly scanned the faces of everyone in the hall, and said seriously: "Shaolin is a place of pure cultivation, with strict discipline. , don’t act recklessly.”

Although the words were very serious, Zhishanci's eyebrows and eyes were not strict, so the shock brought by these words was very limited.The grown-up lay disciples answered in unison, "I know." Ling Duoduo heard the echoing voices of the children behind him, and concluded that most of the children did not understand the meaning of these words at all.

Zhishan obviously also knew that the children would not be able to understand the meaning, so he didn't take it seriously, and just signaled the three idiots to lead these children down.

Ling Duoduo turned around behind San Chi, walked to the entrance of the main hall, and heard Zhi Shan continue to say: "Junior brother, you will explain the rules of this temple to them."

This sentence was obviously addressed to Zhi Zhi, the head of the Discipline Academy, Ling Duoduo did not stop, and followed San Chi to the place where the disciples of Shaolin laymen lived.

The name of this small courtyard is "Buddha Heart Small Building". It is divided into two parts, one part is for young lay disciples like them to live in, and the other part is for adult disciples. If they are not the same, they will not live together.

As soon as Ling Duoduo entered the small courtyard, he saw the weapon rack placed at the door, on which there were eighteen kinds of weapons, but the most common weapons were sticks and sticks used by Shaolin monks.

He blinked, actually having a headache.Since he came to this world, in fact, the problem of future development has been bothering him all the time. The martial arts system is complex and vast, each branch and branch are very different, and each school has its own uniqueness.

The real practice of martial arts is not like playing martial arts games. All kinds of internal skills can be used as long as you fill up the learning points, but it is difficult for each faction to mix.

This problem has already emerged when Wudang disciples and Huashan disciples, but because both schools are good at swordsmanship, and Wudang internal skills are already very compatible, this problem is not obvious. At that time, Ling Duoduo's martial arts realm was already very high, and he tried to blend the two schools of internal strength.

But most of what Shaolin Temple learns is palm-pointing stick kung fu, which pays attention to defending the enemy without hurting the enemy. The martial arts methods are similar to those of Wudang School, but they are far from Huashan School.

The stick is the leader of a hundred soldiers, and the sword is the king of a hundred blades. After all, human energy is limited, and it is impossible to dabble in all of them. There is always a choice. Ling Duoduo is actually the most convenient to use the sword.

I can't chew too much, but for perfectionists, they naturally hope to be proficient in all eighteen martial arts. Ling Duoduo sighed while touching the two-piece gun on the weapon rack.

I don't know what Zhizhi said to the adult lay disciples. This group of people didn't walk back until noon, and there were many complaints about Zhizhi's strictness in their speech.

Ling Duoduo made an excuse to go out and walk around a few dining tables, and he already got a general idea of ​​the intelligent and interesting person, and even told them about 150 Shaolin Temple regulations.

Sure enough, every time he went to a sect, the first gift he received was the streaking dismount. Even the leader of the martial arts, Shaolin, was not immune. Ling Duoduo smiled knowingly, and the little doubts about facing the unknown world disappeared.

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At [-]:[-] on the second day, a cry to get up came from the next room. Ling Duoduo woke up from his sleep, rubbed his sore eyes, and staggered out of the door.

Yesterday he stood in the yard by moonlight and silently recited all the inner skills he had mastered. He went to bed later than some adult lay disciples. His body was too small, and he was not used to his routine of going to bed late and waking up early.

There was a long sound of tidying things up nearby, and Ling Duoduo waited for them to leave to go for a run in Jiulian Mountain. He sat cross-legged on the millstone at the gate of the yard, breathing slowly facing the rising sun.

In his second life, he was the first disciple of Song Yuanqiao, and he was a good friend with Zhang Wuji, the absolute hero of "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji". Later, he met on the top of Guangming Peak and discussed the essence of "Nine Suns" with him. .

The Wudang sect also has its own "Wudang Nine Suns Kungfu", which Zhang Sanfeng obtained from Master Jueyuan. At the same time, there are "Emei Nine Suns Kung Fu" and "Shaolin Nine Suns Kung Fu". Nine Suns Divine Art", but it has been evolved by several martial arts masters, and there are great differences between them.

At that time, Ling Duoduo recited the key points of "Nine Suns Kung Fu" silently, which confirmed each other with "Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu". Then by chance, by doing favors to Emei and Shaolin, he was able to observe their respective unique skills of Nine Suns Kung Fu. The four confirmed each other, and finally he integrated them and selected the essence, and re-edited a mental method to pass on to Wudang disciples, still using the title of "Wudang Nine Suns Skill".

From the point of view of merit alone, "Nine Suns Divine Art" as the foundation, naturally outperformed the other three, but the divine art itself was so rigid and pure that this young body could not bear it.

On the contrary, "Wudang Nine Yang Kungfu" improved by Zhang Sanfeng and him respectively. Because of the influence of Dao Zang, the internal force changes from yang to yin, and finally becomes the combination of yin and yang. It is the best choice for him now.

The martial arts of the Wudang sect are also the most inclusive martial arts, with endless possibilities. Ling Duoduo silently recited the Nine Suns Kung Fu mental method, adjusted his breath, and finished the last week when he heard the sound of footsteps outside. , slowly opened his eyes.

San Chi poked his head out from the yard, saw the little boy sitting on the millstone, was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a smirk, "Duo Duo, you got up so early?"

Ling Duoduo was the youngest child among this group of lay disciples, and in addition to his poor background, Mrs. Wumei also specially greeted him, and San Chi still had a good impression of him.

Ling Duoduo slipped down from the millstone, rubbed his eyes and said, "Senior brother, I got up just now, and I saw that those brothers with long hair were led out by Brother Sanjie?"

San Jie is San Chi's senior brother, and the two of them are the only two disciples who are in charge of Zhi Zhi in the Discipline Academy.

San Chi replied, "They went out to chop firewood for a run, and went to do morning exercises."

"Then don't we have to do morning exercises?"

"No, of course we have to do it, but you have delayed the start a lot," San Chi said and rubbed his hair, walked to the door of the little disciple's room, raised his voice and shouted loudly, "Get up!" , get up quickly! Today is your first day in Shaolin Temple, and the master is waiting for the roll call at the gate of the Discipline Academy, whoever is late will have no good fruit to eat."

It seems that intelligence is not only strict on adults, but also not soft on children. Ling Duoduo noticed that just as San Chi finished speaking, a child who looked like six or seven years old came out of the room. The clothes are all neat and tidy, and it seems that preparations have been made in advance.

"Qianjin, you have lived in Shaolin for four years, remember to take good care of them." San Chi was obviously satisfied, with an appreciative smile on his face.

Qianjin... Tong Qianjin?Ling Duoduo had this name in his mind. If he remembered correctly, this person seemed to be one of the ten tigers of Shaolin in the future.

Zhizhi has a great reputation, and at first glance he is not easy to mess with. Sanchi shouted his name a few times, scaring the little bean dings to scramble and quickly get up from the bed.

A dozen or so younger lay disciples got up and were taken to Zhizhi to count the number of people, and then jogged five laps around the Buddha Heart Building. It's breakfast.

After breakfast, it was time to practice Zhama step. Ling Duoduo was put in the first place again because of his size. While squatting down, he silently recited the mental method of "Wudang Jiuyang Gong" in his heart.

He controlled the time and listened to the movement behind him. When most people couldn't hold on, although he still had strength, he also pretended to be exhausted and retreated.

After all, this body is only three years old, and it would be a little too eye-catching to really persist until the end. He looked at the little ones who had retreated one after another, and then glanced at the little one named "Qianjin" who persisted until the end. Disciple, even more feel that the other party is probably the ten tigers of Shaolin in history.