Shaolin monk

This small group of lay disciples did not carry out too systematic training. The homework they have to do every day is to jog five laps, do horse stance for an hour, and pose for boxing under the leadership of San Jie and San Chi. It means free movement and a lot of free time.

Ling Duoduo can be regarded as one of the more out of gregarious ones. He is not interested in the game of climbing trees and hide-and-seek with a group of children. Every time he is invited to the game, he declines it with black lines. He has more important things to do.

The disciples of many sects are cultivated from a very young age, and these people will become the backbone of the sect in the future, which largely determines the status of the sect in the world, and should receive more attention, not as it is now free range.

Faced with this strange phenomenon, Ling Duoduo had already got the news from San Chi's mouth. The training had never been so slack in the past, but because the abbot and several elders were busy dealing with Wudang, they neglected their attention. nourish.

This Shaolin Temple is very different from the Shaolin in his previous impressions in terms of staffing and specifications. In the previous two lifetimes, the 72nd Shaolin Temple was fully equipped, but this Shaolin Temple is basically just the abbot and four elders. Whether their squatting posture is standard or not is the responsibility of the housekeeper who has to have a leg in such big and small matters as intelligence.

Faced with this strange situation, Ling Duoduo was distressed for a long time, thinking that it is impossible for Shaolin Temple to have a copycat version, not to mention that the place occupied is actually the Southern Shaolin of Jiulian Mountain, so he can only attribute everything to the practice of the Qing Dynasty The "Martial Prohibition Order" caused even the leader of the martial arts, the Shaolin Temple, to have a large-scale reduction in staff, and he could only sigh secretly.

On the first day, he figured out that there was an hour interval between the morning exercises of the adult lay disciples and the minor lay disciples, so he got up early every day at [-]:[-], and ran around the mountain road halfway up Jiulian Mountain in the morning, and went to Meihua on the way. Shengdi greeted Wumei, and then chatted with his sister.

It will probably take half an hour to finish these, and Ling Duoduo will go to a secluded place halfway up the mountain to practice fisting for a while.

He was facing a pine tree right now, Ling Duoduo took a deep breath, made a gesture of starting, and was about to rush up, when suddenly he heard a Buddha's cry from behind him.

His mind moved, and he recognized that it was the abbot Zhishan's accent. After pondering for a while, he uttered a short scream, and then hurriedly turned his head pretending to be frightened: "Who?!"

Standing five meters away behind him was Zhishan. Ling Duoduo maintained the terrified expression on his face, stared at him with rounded eyes for a long time, then slowly changed into a guilty look, and whispered: " Abbot..."

"You don't need to be afraid, the old monk just happened to pass by." Zhishan still had a package in his hand, his face was weathered from the journey, and he looked a little tired, as if he had just returned from a trip.

Ling Duoduo said inwardly that he was unlucky. He had already thought up an excuse with San Chi in advance, saying that he went to see his sister in the Plum Blossom Resort every morning. The director of the courtyard had concealed it, and was caught by the abbot of Shaolin.

This place is not a main road, but a place that Ling Duoduo deliberately chose to be quite far away from the main road where people come and go. There is no stream or good scenery around, and no one will come here on weekdays.

Zhi Shanben was on his way, and vaguely heard the sound of fists and feet hitting the tree trunk, and secretly praised his disciple for his hard work.But he heard that his hands and feet were weak, and his fist wind was almost negligible, so he felt weird, so he went around a long way to investigate, but he didn't expect to see a chubby milk doll.

Zhi Shan intentionally lowered the sound of his footsteps, and walked closer to observe him punching twice before making a sound. Seeing the frightened look on the other side, he felt quite guilty, clasped his hands together and said, "You punched me!" But Chaoyang Fist?"

"...Yes..." Ling Duoduo knew in his heart that the old monk had been watching from behind him for a long time, and he couldn't hide this matter, so he pretended to murmur, and hesitantly agreed.

Fortunately, he practiced Shaolin boxing today, otherwise it would be too difficult to explain to Zhishan. Ling Duoduo obediently took the initiative to explain the reason: "It was the disciples who saw other senior brothers doing this set of boxing together when they were running in the morning. , the disciple thought it was interesting, so he secretly practiced it a few times..."

Zhi Shan didn't answer right away, instead, he came to the edge of the pine tree, touched the trunk, with a look of shock on his face, and turned his head to look at him: "I see that your boxing just now is quite sunny. It has the shape of a fist, but because its strength is not exhausted, it does not show its true color."

Ling Duoduo's cheeks were flushed, and he said slowly: "Yes, this disciple peeped at the senior brothers and beat them many times, and with the guidance of Senior Brother San Chi, I just learned a little... It's just a random gesticulation..."

This sentence is not aimless, San Chi's best is this set of Chaoyang Fist, and he likes to show off to the little Doudings when he has nothing to do, and because of this, he is often ridiculed by San Jie.

Zhishan took a deep look at him, saw that he was still very embarrassed, and said with relief: "You don't have to be nervous, you are willing to work hard, it is not something to be ashamed of." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the tree trunk calmly.

What shocked him was not the correctness of the boxing moves. Although it is incredible that a child who is three years old and almost four years old can memorize such complicated boxing moves just by looking at them, what is even more incredible is that his next move The way of force, with little force but left obvious marks on the trunk, seems to reveal some kind of mysterious technique.

However, this idea is too shocking. I have heard that Wudang has a wonderful move of four or two strokes, but it is a pity that it has been lost with the passage of time, and Zhishan thinks too much.

He has the essence of Buddhism, advocates doing things according to circumstances, and doesn't get to the bottom of it. Instead, he reached out and probed the back of Ling Duoduo's head, pondered for a while, and asked, "Are you the child that Senior Sister Wumei rescued in the temple in the mountain a few days ago? "

"Yes, abbot, my disciple's name is Ling Duoduo." At this time, Ling Duoduo was able to show no difference when he mentioned this name that was not cool, handsome and domineering at all, saying that he was the one who snatched his body .

Not to mention that the name "Ling Duoduo" is not out of the ordinary, even if the original owner is called "Fu Yanjie", he can only recognize it.

Zhishan thought of what Wumei had said about her talent, and now he saw that it was true. Seeing his delicate features and eyes full of aura, he took a look at his palm and saw the blood stains on it, and said: "Senior sister once talked with this old monk Do you want to become a Shaolin disciple?"

His words seemed to mean that he agreed immediately. Zhishan really cherished his talents and loved them. He was talented and willing to work hard. Given time, his future would be limitless. Rao could not help it with his Buddhist practice. Quite touching.

Ling Duoduo opened his eyes wide, and looked at him with half surprise and half joy: "Yes, this disciple wants to shave or become a monk and take refuge in my Buddha."

Zhishan looked at his palm for a while, and said: "This matter will have to wait until you get older."

Ling Duoduo rolled his eyes in his heart, deeply feeling that the old monk was talking nonsense, since there was no point in this matter, why bother to ask that question just now, it made him a little excited in vain.

Zhishan pondered for a while, and said softly: "Shaolin Kung Fu is broad and profound, with 'Zen' as the cornerstone, good at transforming human nature, quiet and inaction, Buddhism and martial arts complement each other, and it is supreme."

Ling Duoduo's heart skipped a beat, and he remained calm, looking at him with a puzzled face.

Zhishan added: "Nowadays lay disciples do not have enough homework. If you have time, you might as well go to the Sutra Pavilion to ask Brother Zhihui to borrow Buddhist scriptures. Only by reading more can you comprehend the connotation of Shaolin Kungfu."

Abbot Shaolin finished speaking, without any further explanation, he turned around directly, when he left, the worry and sorrow between his brows had faded, his face was peaceful, and he left without haste.

What Zhishan said actually meant that he had obtained permission to go to the Buddhist scripture pavilion of Shaolin Temple, but for Ling Duoduo, what really touched him was the phrase "take 'Zen' as the cornerstone" that Zhishan said before.

In his previous life, he rebelled against Mount Hua and became the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect with a reputation that everyone in the world talked about and changed his color.But when he was still a Huashan disciple, he also had a brief conversation with Master Fangzheng, the abbot of Shaolin at that time.

The time is a bit far away, and Ling Duoduo has actually forgotten the specific content of that conversation, but after Zhishan said a little, he vaguely recalled one or two.

Master Fangzheng once said that Shaolin disciples practice martial arts only to strengthen their bodies, and what disciples really learn in the temple is the inner spirit of Shaolin Temple.

At that time, Ling Duoduo thought that this old bald donkey could really play tricks, but now that he thinks about it carefully, he thinks that the disciples in Shaolin Temple chant scriptures for at least two hours a day. Much of Buddhism has a deep connection.

Shaolin disciples practiced Chaoyang Fist, while lay disciples practiced Xiaohong Fist. Ling Duoduo had already memorized the routine after watching Xiaohong Fist once, but after three days of practicing imitating Chaoyang Fist, he still felt awkward. Meaning, the original root here.

Zhishan helped him solve a big problem inadvertently, Ling Duoduo saluted in the direction where Abbot Shaolin left, raised his hand and pulled his whip, and sighed helplessly.

He has studied Taoism all his life and inherited the orthodox Wudang Taoism. In this life, he never thought that he would change his career to hang out with Sakyamuni again. In a few years, he would shave his head and become a monk. It's probably too pointless.