2003, beginning of the year.

Spring Festival is a festival for every Chinese, whether you are a beggar living on the streets or a wealthy businessman, whether you are a hermit living in the mountains and forests or a monk in a Shaolin temple, this festival affects all Chinese people.

Starting from the dust sweeping on the 24th day of the lunar month, everyone began to be festively busy, doing New Year's goods, pasting New Year's red, group New Year's dinner, keeping the New Year, paying New Year's greetings, and worshipping ancestors.

The same is true of the Shaolin Temple, which dismantles and washes the bedding curtains, sprinkles and sweeps the courtyard of Liulu, dusts off the cobwebs of dust and dirt, and dredges the nullah culverts.

Of course, as in the New Year every year, two highly respected monks walked from the mountain gate with vigorous steps that did not match their age.

Along the way, all the Shaolin disciples stopped what they were doing and bowed to the two.

It can be seen that the status of the two is noble.

"The abbot is good. ”

The abbot of this life is a special abbot.

There has never been a precedent for a temple with two abbots.

Around ten years ago, the abbot of Kongzheng announced that there would be two abbots in the Shaolin Temple.

As soon as this news was released, it caused an uproar, which broke the rules of the ancestors!

But Kong Zheng tried his best to disagree with the public and put Kong Wen in the position of abbot.

After a long time, everyone got used to this pattern.

Or some people say that the Chinese are very servile.

As long as you can survive, you generally won't do things.

Getting by is a truth handed down by our ancestors, and it has advantages and disadvantages, and it is also a major shackle that restricts the thinking of Chinese.

Kongzheng has been in the position of abbot for decades, and he has also made good use of this to help Kongwen ascend.

Now he is no longer the hot-blooded young man he was at the beginning, he is old, but his thinking is still very sensitive.

It is really a little powerless for a person to manage the affairs of Shaolin Temple, and if he distributes the power to others, he is afraid that they will become inflated and want to seek power and usurp the throne, so he arranged for Kong Wen to be another abbot.

In this temple, the only thing he can trust the most is that he has been with him since he was six years old, sleeping and practicing together, and experiencing the empty news of the master's death together.

He still remembered the scene when Master passed away that year, and Kong Wen stood at the gate of the courtyard all night without sleeping, and finally slept peacefully on his chest.

The relationship between the two is unforgettable.

However, it is easier to go up the mountain than to go down.

With the increase of age and the gradual growth of the Shaolin Temple, the development ideas of the two have been different.

At this time, who should you listen to?

After all, both are abbots.

At the beginning, Kong Wen still adhered to the concept of "this position was given to me by my brother, I just expressed my opinion, and what to do in the end is still up to you".

But later, Kong Wen felt more and more that his brother Kong Zheng was a bit old-fashioned, because of his stubbornness, he missed many opportunities for the development of Shaolin Temple.

Therefore, the two gradually had contradictions.

Of course, this contradiction is in the development of Shaolin Temple, and the two still remember the brotherhood in their hearts, and they will only quarrel when they talk about things.

Today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

One of the things the two of them have to do is to worship their ancestors.

Others worship their ancestors, and perhaps ask the two of them for instructions to go down the mountain and go home.

But the two old brothers, Kong Zheng and Kong Wen, only need to come to the Zangjing Pavilion.

Kongzheng's parents have long since died, and Kongwen, he doesn't even know who his parents are.

Before the age of six, he lived with an adoptive father.

said that he was an adoptive father, but in fact, even the boss of the drama class fell in love with the empty bones and appearance, so he gave him a bite to eat.

When he was six years old, there was a famine in Yuzhou, and the opera class could not support so many people, so they drove some of their disciples out, and Kong Wen was one of them.

Just in time for the master to go down the mountain to ask for fasting, he happened to meet him who was living on the street, so he named him Kongwen, and asked him to follow him, and gave him some of the fasting food he begged all the way, which allowed him to survive the famine that year.

Since then, Kong Wen has followed Master all the way.

It was also from that time that Kongwen met Kongzheng.

Therefore, the matter of worshipping ancestors is that the two brothers worship the master.

The two walked and walked, bypassing the Scripture Pavilion and coming to an old pine tree.

The pine tree is already very old, but it is green and young every year, and when I hear it, I think again, I am afraid that this tree can not only send away the master, but also the senior brother and himself.

Shaolin Temple is becoming more and more prosperous, although I don't know if it is a false prosperity, but the funny thing is that the last witness is very likely to be just a tree.

The two of them knelt here for a long time, kneeling from afternoon to evening.

One fifty-six, one sixty-five.

It's their tradition, and it's no exception today.

Teachers are easy to meet, but teachers are hard to meet.

The crane hair and silver silk reflect the sun and the moon, and Dan's heart is warm and fertile.

Their master had no hair, and his beard was not white even when he died.

"The master is a short-lived man and a great man. ”

Empty news suddenly came to say.

In the past ten years, the two have never spoken anything when worshipping their ancestors, but today, Kongwen is unusual, and he is stunned.

When Kong Zheng heard this, he looked at Kong Wen and found that the old man in front of him was also looking at him, and the number of tail lines at the corners of his eyes was about the same as his own.

may be the reason why Kong Wen was once taken by the people in the drama class, Kong Zheng has always thought that Kong Wen is very handsome, even if he has no hair and wrinkles now, he is still very good-looking.

"That's what you said, right?" said Kong Wen with a smile, and his crow's feet became denser as he smiled.

But Kong Zheng felt in a trance, as if Kong Wen's words brought him back to the days when he was in his twenties, when he was stronger than now, and Kong Wen was still just a teenager.

"Hmm. How to bring up this sentence suddenly. ”

"That's what you comforted me that I remember. Kong Wen said, "The night Master died, I didn't sleep all night. ”

"I know. ”

"At that time, I was worried that it was broken. Hahahaha...... "Sora Wen laughed, Sora smelled the unique smell that belonged to the old man.

Kong Wen gradually withdrew his smile, but the corners of his mouth still rose slightly: "But at that time, after you finished talking to me, I really felt that Master was a great person, and his death was just a jealousy of talent." My whole mind relaxed, and I fell asleep. ”

Kong Zheng frowned, he heard that there was something else in his words: "What do you mean by thinking that Master is a great person?"

His meaning is very clear, now is the time to worship ancestors, and there is something wrong with what you said.

"Alas. Kong Wen sighed lightly, "Senior brother, don't you understand it now?"

Sora is listening to the name of Kongwen, and he can't help but feel that time flies and the white horse flies.

Kong Wen now calls him the abbot externally, and his senior brother internally, and it is absolutely no problem to call him a senior brother.

But I can't go back to the time when that little kid cried and shouted for his brother to hug.

The child who used to be obedient to his brother has now grown into an empty abbot who dares to argue with his brother.

"What do I understand?"

Kongzheng eyebrows stand slightly, no matter what, it has become his habit to maintain majesty in front of his younger brother.

"Alas. Kong Wen sighed again, "Senior brother, you have been managing the Shaolin Temple, and the Shaolin Temple has indeed become better now under your leadership, but you are negligent in studying, and your management methods and development concepts, to be honest, are problematic." ”

"All my actions were done in accordance with Master's teachings!" Kong Zheng retorted.

"But Master......" Kongwen looked at the pine tree and gritted his teeth, "he is also wrong. ”

"Fart!"

Syllable!

There was a red handprint on Kongwen's face.

Kong Zheng had never been so angry, he couldn't understand how Kong Wen, who was also a disciple of his master's father, could say such a thing.

Deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!

Deviant!

Sora Zheng glared angrily, and Sora was silent.

After a moment of silence, Kongwen still spoke.

"Senior brother. "It's not that I'm rebellious, but that's the case." ”

Kongwen stood up.

"You, like Master, are dedicated to the development of Shaolin Temple, but none of you have studied well, and your horizons are too narrow. ”

"Both you and Master have made a great mistake by overpowering others. ”

"Now all the Shaolin Temple is obedient to you on the surface, but they are just afraid of you, in fact, they have already whispered in their hearts. Sora Wen pointed outside, starting to get excited.

"Also, there's your so-called development strategy, which I already think is unreliable when you say you came up with it in one night. Kong Wen sneered, "How can a strategy with a foolproof strategy be come up with in one night?"

"Yes, it's true that the current Shaolin Temple is full of people every day, but have you ever thought that this is just false prosperity!"

When this sentence was said, whether it was empty or empty, they were stunned for a moment.

Sora Wen was gasping for air, as if it had taken all his energy to say these words, while Sora was frozen on the ground.

"Can you think that the seemingly serious practice of the disciples during the daily inspection is actually just a show for you, and can you think that when you gave me the position of abbot, how many people speculated that you were seriously ill and about to die, so they tried every means to convince me that I wanted to sell my reputation?"

"False prosperity! This is false prosperity!" said Kongwen, who became more and more excited, and although he was no longer young, he was now as irritable as a young man.

"It's all fake! It's all a play with you!"

Sora was silent, and he looked at the red handprint on Sora Wen's face.

If he doesn't slap him today, I'm afraid it will be a long time before he knows about these things.

But even if you know, what can you do?

Martial arts are gradually declining, not only their Shaolin Temple.

It seems that martial arts are out of time.

He had also heard about the outside world, and now there is high technology, there are cannons, there are rockets.

Even if the martial arts that Master said were practiced to perfection, they wouldn't be able to block a gun, right?

There are taekwondo, Brazilian judo, karate in the outside world.

It's all something invented by foreigners.

But they were all big hits.

Sometimes he wants to ask those who learn foreign skills, where is the kung fu of their own country worse than those foreign things?

But he didn't have a chance.

Over the years, he has been trying to make the Shaolin Temple grow in size.

There are more and more disciples, more and more tourists, and the reputation is getting louder and louder.

But what's the use?

Until today, Kumasa does not know that these are all fake.

It's all fake.

The disciples of the patriarch want to steal their reputation and reputation, and the new disciples don't have the heart to practice at all, and they only came because this place is called Shaolin Temple, not because of those martial arts of Shaolin.

There will never be someone like Master to perform a performance for them to smash the stone bricks on the ground with one palm, and there will never be someone like Master to let them kneel down and discipline them.

Times have changed, and Master is gone.

Sixty-five-year-old Sora felt so lost for the second time.

The first time was when the master died, and he already felt that he was about to lose it, but fortunately there was still room for news around him.

But this time, even Kongwen is in opposition to himself.

He had never been so timid, and the slightest sound outside scared him now.

He sat on his knees, standing under the tree, not saying a word.

An old man has been in charge of the Shaolin Temple for more than 40 years with domineering, and now, he is finally showing fatigue.

Kongwen's body also froze.

It was the first time he had seen such a senior brother.

All along, no matter whether the senior brother did what he did correctly or not, he was always able to solve all problems with the efficiency of cutting through the mess with a quick knife.

Although he is now starting to have different ideas from his senior brother, although he is no longer the same young man he used to be, he is used to standing behind his senior brother and listening to his senior brother standing on the highest place and preaching loudly.

Senior brother is not his backing, but the shield in front of him.

Any difficulty, there is this shield in front of it, even if Kong Wen can feel the seriousness of the problem like a hurricane, but this shield has blocked all the fierceness, so that Kong Wen will not be harmed at all.

Suddenly, Kongwen found that the shield was old.

His senior brother began to remember things very well, and he needed his help to remember a lot of things, and when he stood on the stage and gave monthly training, his voice was not as loud as in previous years, and he did more and more wrong things, and the efficiency of cutting the mess with a quick knife became lower, not that the hemp became thicker, but that the knife was unfavorable.

It is a slow process for a person to grow old, but it is a matter of moments to find that a person has grown old.

He sometimes lamented that he had one more wrinkle, and sometimes he lamented that his waist had bent a little more, but he never noticed that the shield that had been standing in front of him was slowly getting old.

And he is still accusing him of being useless.

A sense of guilt welled up in his heart, but he didn't know how to express it.

Looking at the lonely old man in front of him, he didn't apologize.

People are always like this, and the better the relationship with the person, the more difficult it is to apologize.

Kong Wen was gone, and he didn't go into the Scripture Pavilion, but bypassed it and went somewhere else.

Sora saw it, but didn't stop it.

"You're in your fifties, can you still get lost?"

His low voice was like a broken gong and drum, completely different from his usual Hong Ruojin bell's voice.

Finally, people have to serve the old.

"Ahem. ”

He looked down at the blood he had just coughed up.

Kong Zheng didn't tell him that those people guessed right, and he helped Kong Wen to the top because his life was over.

Ten years ago, I found out when I was practicing.

And that night, he decided to help Kongwen to take the position, so that he could slowly learn to deal with the affairs of the temple under the protection of his wings, so that when he left one day, Kongwen could also be seamlessly connected and would not let the Shaolin Temple fluctuate.

Unexpectedly, by carrying forward the belief of Shaolin, he insisted on it for another ten years.

In the past ten years, his condition has become more and more serious, and even the bending of his left and right legs that he walks normally will make him feel severe pain, so when Kong Wen stood up, he did not stand up with him.

His legs were already stiff on his knees.

He frowned, his whole body fell like a mummy, and then slowly turned his body to his side, allowing his legs to stretch out slightly.

"Ha, ha, ......"

Rao is such a simple action makes the domineering abbot sweat profusely.

It's not tired, it's painful.

Kongzheng's physical strength is still very good, and he can carry ten catties of stones for an hour without moving.

But he was not in good health, he was seriously ill.

The only reason for him to live and continue to maintain his majesty is to carry forward the belief of Shaolin Temple.

And now, this belief has been completely shattered by an empty passage comparable to his own biological brother.

In the past, although he didn't dare to confirm that his approach was absolutely correct, he always adhered to my will to act according to Master's philosophy, and didn't think too much, just did things.

And now, Kongwen has denied himself, and he has also denied Master.

He could feel that the empty hearing was not a quick tongue, but a real loyalty.

But it was these words of advice that shattered his only faith.

Kongzheng doesn't blame Kongwen, and he definitely won't blame him.

Because if it weren't for the empty news, he might have walked down this wrong path for a few more years, until his legs couldn't move at all, and then he died with the stupid thought that he had done his best.

And now, at least he can understand something, understand something.

Something he was obsessed with at the beginning.

Relieved.

It's also a relief.

Sora felt that the burden on his body had suddenly been lifted.

False prosperity.

"Hahaha......"

He fell to the ground and began laughing.

The disciples who were chatting outside the courtyard heard the laughter, and quickly pretended to practice hard, for fear that Abbot Kongzheng would come out of the courtyard and see them lazy.

Sora lay on the ground for a long time, and finally, he struggled to get himself to his feet.

Hiss!

Severe pain.

Strange, why didn't he feel so much pain before?

I'm afraid it's getting worse again, right?

Maybe my life has lasted for ten more years.

Kong Zheng laughed, stopped one step at a time, and moved into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

In the Scripture Pavilion, the ever-bright lamp is on, illuminating the quaint books.

Those are the essence of the Shaolin Temple, they shine in the light of candles, and the yellowed paper looks golden at this moment.

Outside the Scripture Pavilion, a cloud obscured the only moonlight.

There were no disciples practicing outside, except for the chirping of cicadas, there was no sound.

Sora climbed onto the couch, trying his best to ignore the pain that pierced his heart, and closed his eyes.

......

Autumn 2003.

For the second time this year, he came to the pine tree.

This time he brought a gray urn and a shovel and dug around the pine trees.

He sprinkled the ashes.

Then close your eyes and close your palms.

From then on, there would only be one abbot in Shaolin Temple.

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This chapter, more than 5,000 words.

If it is divided into two chapters, one in the morning and one in the evening, it is double the happiness.

But I didn't do that, because I felt that this chapter could not be opened.