Portable space

After walking into the woods to see the situation clearly, the fat man was inevitably a little disappointed, because it was not the wild mandarin ducks he had imagined.But then there was amazement, and the scene that greeted my eyes was still quite shocking.

I saw a shirtless monk hanging from a tree with his legs, relying on the strength of his waist to bend his upper body so that his toes reached the top of his head, and then he hugged his legs with his arms and stopped for two seconds.After letting go of the hands, the upper body fell freely and flung towards the back, holding sandbags on the tree trunk behind, so that the upper body just hit the sandbags after being thrown down, making a crackling sound.

There were two monks standing beside him, one old and one young, with their hands clasped together, looking indifferently at the shirtless monk hanging from the tree who was repeating the same thing over and over again.

"What is this for? Practice?" the fat man asked in surprise.

"I guess so." Yang Wanli replied.

Zhang Taiping nodded: "This is a way to exercise the strength of the whole body."

Ye Ling and Wang Gui's eyes lit up when they heard Zhang Taiping's words.

Zhang Taiping looked at the expressions of the two and said: "Wang Gui, you are already past the age of using this method to exercise strength. If you are ten years younger, you can use this method to exercise your whole body strength, especially you can use this method." Come to practice the big move of 'backing against the mountain' in Bajiquan, but it won't work now, it will be harmful to the body. As for Ling'er, there is no need to use this method to increase strength."

Ye Ling doesn't care, she believes that the master has a better way to increase her strength.A trace of regret flashed in Wang Gui's eyes.

Yang Wanli said: "From this point of view, the Kungfu in Shaolin Temple is really hard-earned. There is a great possibility that there are people who poke holes in trees."

Zhang Taiping said: "The inside of the monk's house is the real place to learn Shaolin martial arts. The martial arts hall outside can only teach people to keep fit."

The two monks standing under the tree, one old and one young, saw the presence of the crowd, and after whispering a few words, the young monk walked towards the crowd.

The young monk looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was not wearing the traditional yellow robes, but gray ones with wide cuffs.The top of the head is so shiny that it can reflect light, but there are no ring scars.Although he is not very old, he is very calm, and looks a bit majestic.

Came over and bowed slightly and asked, "I don't know what's going on with the benefactors?"

Zhang Taiping also returned a salute and said: "We are going to visit the Martial Monastery in your temple. Passing by here, we saw a master practicing kung fu. Somewhat curious, we stopped and watched for a while. Nothing happened."

The little monk didn't say anything more, gave another slight salute and then retreated.Then the three monks ignored their existence and continued to practice.

The fat man sighed: "It seems that kung fu is not obtained for nothing, it has to rely on hard work."

Zhang Taiping recalled the scene when he practiced kung fu under the urging of the old man when he was young, because of his stubborn and mischievous nature, he was often beaten by the old man, and there were often things like holding his arms flat and striding horses in the snow.It is true that the hard work of childhood is indispensable for the present kung fu.

Almost all the monks in the Wushu Academy are Wushu monks, and they are now practicing vigorously, but they are different from the children in the martial arts hall below the mountain, they are practicing real hard kung fu.Breaking a few bricks with one punch is very common here. In order to exercise the strength of the legs, some monks dragged two sandbags behind their legs and ran in circles on the training ground.

Although it was still early spring, these monks were all shirtless and sweating. There was not a single fat monk here, and all of them were bronze-colored heads shining in the sun with sweat.

Yang Wanli said to the fat man, "You see, these are good ways to lose weight, you can try them."

The fat man shook his head and said: "If it was okay when I was a child, as for now I can't bear that hardship."

After looking at a few people casually, they came out and walked down the mountain.I never expected to see another monk under a big tree in the north of the courtyard.

The size of this big tree is not under the 500-year-old ginkgo tree in the temple, but Zhang Taiping knows that this tree is definitely not as old as the ginkgo tree in the temple, because the tree exudes The aura is not as strong as that of the ginkgo tree.Under the shade of the tree cover, a circular shade with a radius of more than ten meters was formed.

There are stone tables and benches under the tree, and there are herbal teas on them, apparently for passers-by to drink.

The young monk did not sit on the stone bench, but sat cross-legged next to the tree root with his eyes closed.

After seeing the big tree, the fat man was surprised again: "This tree is bigger than that ginkgo tree. It should be more than 500 years old?"

Yang Wanli looked around the tree and said, "I can't tell, but it's definitely more than 1000 years old."

"Isn't this nonsense, and that ginkgo tree won't be around 1000 years old?" the fat man said.

"That's not necessarily true." Yang Wanli shook his head, "Some trees don't just grow bigger and bigger, but instead grow smaller. If you take half the age of the tree, how can you sentence a tree that is hundreds of years old to two or three years?" .”

"Does this kind of tree really exist?" The fat man couldn't believe it.

Zhang Taiping smiled and nodded: "This kind of tree does exist. In Africa, there is a kind of big tree called the reincarnation tree. After three or forty years of growth, the tree will not grow any longer but will gradually become smaller. When it shrinks When the tree reaches the height of three or four meters, it is the end of life of this kind of tree. The local people plant this kind of tree when they have just given birth to a child, so everyone has their own tree, and when the person dies It was about the time when the tree was about to wither, so people and the tree were buried together. It was like a reincarnation, so it was called the reincarnation tree."

"There is such a magical tree." Fatty was surprised, "Nature is really full of wonders."

"The magic of nature is something that people cannot understand." Yang Wanli said, "Many amazing things cannot be explained by science."

The conversation of several people finally woke up the monk under the tree, a light flashed in his opened eyes, obviously he was not an ordinary monk.

The fat man hurriedly clasped his hands together and slightly arched his body to apologize: "I'm sorry to disturb Master's cultivation."

The monk's face was as white as jade, and he looked like Tang Monk in Journey to the West. He saluted and said, "It's okay."

Apparently the fat man did it on purpose to disturb the monk, and he asked, "I wonder if the master is practicing kung fu or enlightening Zen?"

The monk smiled and said, "I don't dare to be called a master. The benefactor can call me a monk. The monk is practicing Zen and practicing."

The fat man saluted again and said, "Hi, master, I don't know what kind of kung fu you practice?"

The monk didn't bother to call the higher-ups any more, he frowned slightly and said: "What the little monk is practicing is the internal martial arts of Zen."

"Inner Kung Fu?" Fatty was a little shocked, "Does Inner Kung Fu really exist? Can it reach the point of twisting flowers and hurting people?"

The monk smiled and said: "The benefactor is just joking. The internal boxing practiced by the little monk is only effective for strengthening the body and youth, and it cannot hurt people by twisting flowers. Maybe there was a patriarch who could reach this level, but the little monk couldn't."

Wang Gui is practicing the boxing techniques taught by Zhang Taiping these days. He knows that he is far behind Zhang Taiping, so he has no idea of ​​a competition. He has just seen many monks practicing martial arts in Shaolin Temple. His hands are already itchy, and now he finally Some couldn't bear it.

He took a step forward and held his fists together and said, "I have also practiced boxing for a few days. I wonder if I can ask the master for some moves?"

The monk didn't look surprised, and He Shi read a sentence: "Ani Tuo Buddha. As the almsgiver wishes."

The others moved out of the way, especially Ye Ling staring at the two people in the field with shining eyes. She has been practicing martial arts for a while and has never seen a real fight. For a while, I had the opportunity to stare closely at the two people in the field.

"Marshal, who do you think will win between the two?" the fat man asked Zhang Taiping in a low voice.

Others may not be able to see it, but with Zhang Taiping's kung fu attainments and vision, it is so hard to see that this monk's internal boxing has reached the peak, even to the point of returning to the basics, saying that Wang Gui is like a child in front of him Nothing is too much, it is not something Wang Gui can defeat at all.

But he didn't say it directly, just shook his head with a smile and said in admiration: "Shaolin Temple is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger." Then he remained silent.