I have many teachers

Chapter 3 Entering Shaolin

Yellow walls and black tiles, a dark red gate, and above the gate, there are three big characters written on a gilt plaque. Wang Anfeng and his father had learned characters for a period of time. Although the three big characters were different, they could still recognize them. It is the word Shaolin, but I have never seen the third word.

He was about to ask a question just now, but the young man had already held his hand, stepped through this ancient gate, and his restrained vision slowly opened——

There are buildings on both sides of the blue-gray stone slabs, with a solemn and dignified style. Monks in gray and yellow clothes are either talking or sweeping the ground, their movements are gentle and charming, and the Buddha bell is melodious. On the martial arts arena, nearly a hundred gray-clothed monks are performing a set of unusually fierce and powerful boxing in a uniform order. Every punch and every kick will vividly show the four characters of fierce and huge. The sound of shouting is like a dragon. Tiger roars.

"Practice your way!"

"drink!"

"Move the circle!"

"drink!"

"Know it!"

"drink!"

"Enlightenment of Zen"

"drink!"

"This……"

A little shock appeared on Wang Anfeng's face, and he was even more bewildered—only on this side, the grandeur and foundation of the Martial Dao School that had accumulated for thousands of years spread out in front of the young man's eyes, and the young man beside him led him forward slowly. Okay, the young man just felt a little dazed in consciousness. He stepped lightly on the ancient bluestone, heard monks chanting scriptures from left and right, the sound of fists vibrating air, and the green leaves of the thousand-year-old tree gently fell on his shoulders, and then were blown away .

He is no longer an audience, but has really stepped into this vastness, and the peaceful voice of the young man in his ear said slowly:

"My Shaolin has been inherited from Bodhidharma, and it has a history of thousands of years. The fundamental internal strength "Yi Jin Jing" and "Xi Sui Jing" are listed as the best in the world. There are many ways of internal power evolved from it, and the attacking technique is There are 72 unique skills, but unique skills are rare, you must practice Buddhism to dispel the killing spirit, and you should not be greedy for too much. When you first enter Shaolin, you should put the foundation first."

"After you met the abbot and uncle, you entered my Shaolin lintel. I don't mention the rules and regulations. Don't kill, don't commit adultery, don't drink alcohol, and many other precepts. Otherwise, the brothers in the precept hall will tell you, at least Self-confinement and self-reflection, if you are serious, you will lose all your martial arts and go down the mountain, do you know that?"

"I……"

Wang Anfeng's blank eyes moved, thinking of the heroism of the owner drinking from a big bowl, and how his father and Li Bo always like to take a sip or two of light wine, subconsciously said:

"I understand other things, but why can't I drink... I heard from the owner that there is a crazy gunman outside the rivers and lakes. He likes to drink the most. He often says that drinking is a joy in life. Only by drinking can Qinglian guest have wonderful poems."

"Because wine can disturb the mind."

The young monk calmly said: "Alcohol can make a timid person brave, make people dare not speak up, dare not do anything, but it is not in their own nature. If the nature is strengthened, why use wine to strengthen their courage? Instead, it caused a lot of trouble. "

He turned his head to the side, gently pressed the palm of Wang Anfeng's hair and rubbed it, and his voice became warmer:
"What I'm talking about is just the clear rules of my Buddhist school. Monks are not allowed to drink alcohol, but you are still young and have never grown up. Even if you don't enter Shaolin, you can't drink alcohol. It will damage your foundation. Do you understand?"

"Well, I understand..."

Wang Anfeng looked at the peaceful young man in front of him, and nodded lightly. Although this was the first time we met, for some reason, he had an innate feeling of closeness to this monk. Fang Chunchun taught him a bit like his father taught him. When learning to read, the young man smiled, raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said with a smile:

"Good boy, Master Abbot is in front of the Daxiong Palace, you come..."

I was drawn all the way through the Martial Arts Field, passed a solemn Buddhist hall, and ushered in the most solemn and solemn building. Everywhere revealed the grandness and simplicity. There is a plaque on it with the words "Daxiong Palace" written on it. It is magnificent and transparent. A tall Buddha statue can be seen through the door and window. An old man wearing a yellow monk robe and a red cassock stands in front of the Buddha statue, with kind eyes and kind eyes, just like the Buddha statue with flowers and a light smile.

The young man dragged Wang Anfeng into the room, bowed with his left hand in front of him, and said with a little respect:
"The disciple has met the abbot and his uncle."

"Heh...Yuanci, you have traveled down the mountain for several years, and it is a happy event to return to the mountain today..." The old man stroked his chin, his kind eyes fell on Wang Anfeng, smiled, and said: "But For the young hero behind you?"

"good."

Yuan Ci slightly nodded, and said: "This son's name is Wang Anfeng, a man from Yanjing, who intends to wander the rivers and lakes, and is a hero, but only has a few rough fists and kicks. Seeing that he is pure and childlike, he should be a hero of the righteous way. Bring him back to Shaolin, I would like to take him into the entrance wall and teach him martial arts."

The words made Wang Anfeng's face burst into fever, and he could hardly lift his head. However, the old man didn't seem to have any doubts. He just said Amitabha and nodded slightly with a smile. Obviously, he believed this sentence. Wang Anfeng For a moment, he wanted to deny it, but seeing Yuan Ci's peaceful face that concealed concern, he couldn't say the words of denial for some reason, and could only bury his head deeper in the ground for a while.

Just when his face was burning red, the old man had already walked to his side, and said with a gentle smile: "My child, I have taught disciples widely in Shaolin, but I have some questions to ask you. The reason why you joined my Shaolin is already clear. There is only one question. Asking you..." The voice paused, the old man stroked his white beard, and asked solemnly: "If you are learning martial arts, and someone with a knife robs and kills someone on your way, what should you do?"

"kill?"

Wang Anfeng replied honestly: "It depends on who he killed."

"Oh?"

A stream of azure blue data flashed in the old man's smiling eyes, with a look of interest on his face, he asked, "Why?"

The young man thought for a while, looked at him and said seriously: "There are many kinds of people. If he kills a good person, then I must stop him. If he kills a wicked person, then I don't care. There are so many people in the world, but one less The words of the wicked are a good thing for everyone."

The old man smiled and asked: "But the villain is also a human being, and a human life. Isn't it too cruel of you?"

"cruel?"

The young man looked at him, his eyes were shocked at first, then became a little resentful, and said loudly:
"Wicked people hurt many, many good people!"

"Evil people are human beings and human life, but good people are also human beings and human life!"

"I don't want to learn martial arts here, Uncle Yuanci, please send me down..."

"Hehe, interesting, interesting, my child, the way to eliminate wicked people is far more than the choice of killing. Killing a wicked person is just killing a wicked person. If you save a wicked person, you will save a life. There will be one less wicked person in the world, but you will also be able to save one life. Wouldn't it be better to have one more kind person?"

The old man was not angry at all, but just explained with a smile, which made Wang Anfeng slightly taken aback, and then he couldn't hold back his face, but a new way of thinking unconsciously appeared in his mind. At this moment, the old man was already facing The puffy Yuanci nodded with a smile and said:

"This son has a good heart, but he has the aura of killing and protecting life. I can join your sect and practice well. Don't go astray."

"Yes."

Yuan Ci saluted slightly, and then led Wang Anfeng out of the Great Hero Hall. Until now, the young man was still a little dazed, looked at the young man beside him, and asked:
"Uncle Yuanci..."

"Call Master."

"...Yes, Master, the old uncle said just now that he can turn a wicked person into a good person, what should he do..." Wang Anfeng scratched his head and asked honestly. "I really can't figure it out."

"..." The young man was silent for a while, and replied:

"Hit to server."

(End of this chapter)