I can see the commodity price curve

Speaking of acupressure, Zhang Yue instantly became excited.

He read quite a few martial arts novels when he was young, and there were two that he envied the most.

The first is the super invincible internal force, and the second is acupoint pressing.

But when he grew up, he realized that both were fake.

First of all, it is internal strength. If there really is such a magical thing, humans would have been invincible long ago, instead of waiting until now.

As for acupoint pressing, it is even more exaggerated.

Just poke the other person twice and he will just stand there motionless.

This is funnier than the funniest joke.

Of course, there is one more thing.

Martial arts novels say that martial arts masters rely on internal strength to press acupoints.

Use internal force to enter the acupuncture points of the opponent's body, thereby restricting the opponent's movements.

And learning it also requires the circulation of internal energy to expel the internal energy from other people in the body.

Internal force itself does not exist, so acupoint pressing naturally does not exist either.

But now Yang Ze saw with his own eyes that Master Wukong attacked the other party.

The opponent's body was hit twice by Master Wukong and he could only lie there and stare blankly.

This can no longer be described as magical. If Zhang Yue didn't know that he was not dreaming, he would really think he was dreaming.

Seeing Zhang Yue looking at him, Master Wukong smiled slightly: "Yes, this is the legendary acupuncture point, doesn't it feel very magical?"

Zhang Yue nodded: "It's amazing, how did you do it? And is there really such a thing as inner strength in this world?"

He didn't believe it at all before, but now, all he can say is that facts speak louder than words.

Master Wukong said calmly, “Didn’t I already tell you?

Whether it is internal force or acupoint pressing, they are real.

Including the ability to fly over eaves and walls.

But none of them are as exaggerated as those in martial arts novels.

Internal force is actually the qi in the human body. You can also understand it as a qi-based force-generating technique.

Although acupressure is magical, it works by striking the nerves and meridians of the human body, causing a person to lose the ability to move for a short period of time."

Zhang Yue shook his head: "Regarding internal strength, I seem to have some understanding.

But I don’t know anything about acupressure.”

Master Wukong thought for a moment, then said, "Stretch out your hand now."

Zhang Yue did as the other party said and stretched out his palm.

"Now raise your arms."

Zhang Yue raised his arm.

Master Wukong asked: "Now answer me a question, why can you lift your arms?"

Zhang Yue thought for a moment and said, "It's the muscles in my arms that are working. Oh, and the tendons and bones, too."

Master Wukong nodded: "It's mainly the tendons and bones, which are like the strings of a bow and arrow.

The muscles exert force on the tendons, which then creates a pulling force that allows the arm to move.

The so-called acupoint pressing is to injure the tendons by using great force.

The tendons are injured. Although the muscles are still intact, they cannot exert any force and the arm is naturally unable to move.

Of course, the nervous system is also injured.

The nervous system allows the human brain to sense contact between the body and the outside world.

When the nervous system is injured, the body loses sensation.

The meridians that we Chinese medicine practitioners usually refer to are a combination of the nervous system and tendons and bones.”

Zhang Yue's eyes lit up instantly: "I see. I understand now."

Some things sound mysterious, but they are actually very simple, it’s just that he rarely comes into contact with them.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yue couldn't help but ask: "Master Wukong, can I learn acupuncture from you?"

Master Wukong smiled and nodded: "As long as you are willing, you can learn at any time."

However, the young monk Huijie curled his lips and said, "Of course it's fine if you want to learn, but I'm afraid you can't endure so much hardship and don't have so much time."

Zhang Yue looked at him in surprise: "What do you mean?"

“It’s simple. If you want to learn acupressure, you must first practice strength.

This is the basic skill for those who practice martial arts.

You should first practice horse stance for three years, then stand in a wooden stance for three years, and finally practice finger techniques for three years.

When you can stand upside down using two index fingers for fifteen minutes without moving, it means you have achieved some success.

The next step is to identify the acupoints, and then learn about the human body structure and the force needed to hit each acupoint.

This force is very important. If the force is too small, it will not have any effect.

If you use too much force, you may directly cripple the person.

Modern society is not a martial arts novel. If you hurt someone, not only will you have to pay compensation, but in serious cases you will also be imprisoned.

Even if you beat someone to a disability and his wife and children are left unattended, you still have to help take care of them.

In a word, martial artists should never use force unless it is absolutely necessary."

Zhang Yue immediately felt something was wrong.

He stared at the other person blankly: "Is that so?

How long will it take me to master this acupuncture skill?"

Huijie smiled slightly and said, “It depends on your talent and understanding.

The most powerful genius in our Shaolin Temple is Master Wukong.

He started practicing martial arts at the age of three and has been practicing for twenty-one years now.

He had made some progress in acupressure nine years ago and only achieved full success two years ago.

As for the second place, it took him twenty-three years to reach minor success and thirty-nine years to reach major success.

The third place took even longer, and it’s hard to explain in detail, but you just need to know that he has mastered the art of acupuncture and is already 63 years old.”

As Zhang Yue listened, cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

Because he instantly thought of a scene, which was the scene where Wei Xiaobao was in Shaolin Temple in The Deer and the Cauldron.

To master a skill, it takes at least twenty years, and sometimes even thirty or forty years.

What does this mean?
This shows that many things are lost, which makes sense.

However, Zhang Yue still held out a glimmer of hope. He looked at Master Wukong and asked, "How do you think my martial arts talent compares to yours?"

He has already decided that if he really is the legendary, one in a million martial arts genius.

One day of practice is equivalent to Master Wukong’s ten days of practice, so he will just practice.

It took the other party twenty-one years to achieve great success, so two years should be enough for me to persist.

Two years of hardship in exchange for a martial arts master who is invincible in close combat is simply too much of a bargain.

Unexpectedly, Master Wukong looked at him and said: "Whether you can practice acupoint pressing depends on luck."

Zhang Yue frowned: "What do you mean? Am I just luckier?"

In fact, Zhang Yue had never believed in luck until his trip to Thailand, when he realized that this thing really existed in the world.

Your talent may not be as good as you think, but with unparalleled luck, you may be able to do things that others dare not think of.

Unexpectedly, Master Wukong shook his head and said, "You misunderstood. When I said luck, I meant your aptitude. You will have to wait until you are about eighty years old to achieve some success.

Although rich people have longer lifespans, it is hard to say whether they can live to be eighty years old.

After all, misfortunes may come to you at any time. It would be a shame if you could only live to 78.

No matter how hard you try, you are destined not to become a master of acupoint pressing."

Zhang Yue couldn't help sweating. What a mess!

So my qualifications are so poor?

Whether I can live to be eighty years old depends on luck. Even if I can live to be eighty years old and master acupoint pressing kung fu, it seems that it will be useless, right?

After all, I had difficulty walking at that time, and I wanted to press other people's acupoints with my fingers, but I found that even though my fingers were extended, my legs could not catch up with the other person.

This was no longer just embarrassing; it was extremely embarrassing.

So Zhang Yue completely gave up the idea of ​​becoming a super martial arts master.

Looking at the several Japanese on the ground, after this period of time, their bodies were no longer as stiff as before.

One of them even slowly sat up.

Zhang Yue turned to Master Wukong and said, "Why don't we tie them up with ropes and then you help them unblock their acupuncture points?"

Nearly half an hour had passed since these people were acupunctured.

It would probably take another half an hour for them to fully recover.

Zhang Yue doesn't have that much time.

Unexpectedly, Master Wukong shook his head and said: "You misunderstood again. Acupressure can injure people's bones, tendons and nerves. It cannot be undone. We can only wait for the person to recover slowly.

Of course, if you are willing to help him rub the injured area to relieve the pain.

It will take them less time to stand up.”

Zhang Yue looked at the plaster flags on the heads of several people, but finally he held back and did not move.

Of course, no one else was willing to help.

So Zhang Yue and others waited for another half an hour before these people recovered completely.

It was the same Japanese warrior from before. He stared at Master Wukong and said, "You are indeed very powerful. Our teacher wants to challenge you."

Master Wukong shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, monks practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies, not to be brave and aggressive.

You guys are all pretty good at martial arts, and you all are great talent for martial arts.

Although everyone has different positions, the saying still applies: it is easier to resolve a feud than to create one.

So please go back, and I hope you won’t harass me again in the future.”

The Japanese warrior seemed not to have heard what Master Wukong said. He spoke softly:
"Our master wants to offer one million. If you can defeat him, the one million will be yours."

He added: "I meant one million RMB, not Japanese yen."

Zhang Yue was having a very happy chat with Master Wukong, but he didn't expect to be defeated by these Japanese people.

He looked a little impatient: "Hey, you guys, didn't Master Wukong tell you to leave? Why are you still standing here?
If you don’t leave, I’ll chase you away.”

But who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, Master Wukong's eyes lit up instantly: "You said that if I beat your master, you will give me one million?

Really?

Monks do not tell lies, but what they say must be true.”

The Japanese samurai laughed and said, "Don't worry!

Although our teacher is a martial arts fanatic, his family background is not bad at all.

Not to mention one million, even two million would be easy for you.

It’s just that I didn’t dare to say too much without his consent.”

Master Wukong nodded: "So that's how it is. Now, can you help me ask him if he is willing to pay the one million?"

The Japanese warrior took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

Then he started to Ula Ula Ula.

Anyway, Zhang Yue couldn't understand what was being said at all.

After a moment, the Japanese warrior looked up at Master Wukong and said, "My teacher agreed, but he said it's rude not to reciprocate.

If you lose, give him a million dollars.”

Master Wukong smiled slightly: "Don't worry about this, as long as he can defeat me, let alone a mere one million, I will give him as much money as he wants."

"Okay!" The Japanese samurai hung up the phone, "Prepare the money in the next two days, and we'll meet in three days."

Unexpectedly, Master Wukong was stunned: "What? I have to bring money with me?"

The Japanese samurai nodded and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense?

What if you promise something nice but don’t have the money?

If you start to act like a rogue after being defeated by my teacher, who can we turn to for justice?"

Master Wukong said quickly: "You have just seen my Kung Fu, there is no way I can lose.

So there is no need to verify capital, right? "

Unexpectedly, the Japanese warrior smiled contemptuously: "It is impossible to lose, then do you know how powerful my teacher is?
No matter who we are, we are powerless against him.

Besides, if my teacher was not sure of winning you, why would he make a bet with you?
Okay, let’s stop here for now!

Actually, my teacher is nearby right now. The reason I put the time two days later is to give you the opportunity to raise money.

If you raise the money now, he can come in now.”

Master Wukong's smile froze a little, and he took a deep breath: "In that case, you go first!

I will contact you when I have the money ready."

The Japanese samurai left, but Master Wukong's face fell.

Zhang Yue looked at him in surprise: "What's wrong with you?"

Master Wukong spread his hands helplessly: "What else can I do? I have no money!

I originally wanted to make a million dollars to relieve the pressure of life.

Now it seems that money is not that easy to make.

It seems I'll just have to continue to eat simple food in the future!"

Zhang Yue looked at him strangely: "Wait?
If I'm not mistaken, your seniority in Shaolin Temple should be quite high, right?"

Master Wukong nodded: "Except for my senior brother, everyone else is my junior."

Zhang Yue: "In that case, it shouldn't be difficult for you to raise one million!"

Because Shaolin Temple is quite large, the attractions inside are much more enjoyable than other places.

But this does not mean that Shaolin Temple is poor.

Not to mention anything else, the ticket price of one hundred yuan per person is enough for Shaolin Temple to accumulate a lot of wealth.

After all, it was a movie by Jet Li that made this thousand-year-old temple famous.

Of course, Jin Yong’s novels also help advertise this place.

Therefore, the tourist reception rate of Shaolin Temple is the highest among all scenic spots in the province.

Therefore, everyone can cry poor, except Master Wukong.

As if he had already guessed Zhang Yue's thoughts, Master Wukong said helplessly:
“Shaolin Temple does have money, but the money of Shaolin Temple belongs to Shaolin Temple and has nothing to do with me.

I am just a monk in Shaolin Temple and I receive a salary from the temple every month.

Although my salary is much higher than others, after deducting the daily expenses, it is basically nothing.

Let alone one million, I can’t even come up with ten thousand dollars.”

Zhang Yue was stunned again.

Is this guy spending money like that?
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Do you want to compete with each other?
If you want, I can help you with the one million."

Master Wukong's eyes lit up: "Really?
But I have to state in advance that if I lose, I won’t have the money to pay you back.”

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "No need to pay it back. We hit it off right away, so it's only natural for me to help you."

"That's okay.

But I won't take advantage of you.

If I win, we'll split the million you earn in half."

"No problem!" Zhang Yue also had no objection. (End of this chapter)