Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, the foundation of Chinese Buddhism culture, a holy place of martial arts, it can be said that Shaolin Temple inherited the soul of Chinese martial arts, and it once deserved the reputation of the world's martial arts. But now, when Yi Yongheng arrived here, he couldn't have imagined that this would be such an unbearable appearance.

Taking a car from Zhengzhou, the biggest feeling is that you can see the famous welcoming monk from the fork of a highway without feeling the slope of the mountain road, and then turn to the right, and after a section of Yingbin Avenue piled up by shops and martial arts schools, you can see the temple gate that is not grand.

Yi Yongheng was stunned, completely stunned, is this the holy land of martial arts that we have inherited for thousands of years? Is this the martial arts sect in the world that we have longed for for thousands of years? I can't feel the paradise here, I can't feel the pure land of Buddhism, and I can't feel a little bit, even if it's just a little bit of quiet and peaceful, a little bit of Buddha nature, this holy place of martial arts is just on the side of the road, yes, it's the side of the modern road, it's like a hotel, and it says that you can stay here.

Shaolin Temple is such a temple on the side of the highway, although Yi Yongheng knows that he is in the Shaolin Mountain, although he can see the northern mountain scenery with the characteristics of Fan Kuan's landscape painting along the way, but the biggest connection with Shaolin Temple is not in the scenery, but on the road.

It is completely different from the southern temples, where even if the industrialization and commercialization are strong, the temples will still be built in the deep shade of the mountains, and the Shaolin Temple, a typical northern temple, is as unobstructed as the northern plains.

There is no need to explore or search at all, just drive the car directly to the parking lot not far from the temple gate, and then you can walk into the Shaolin Temple like you walked into the supermarket next to your house, of course, you have to buy a ticket worth forty yuan.

"This is Shaolin Temple?" got off the tour bus, the tour guide told Yi Yongheng that he had arrived at Shaolin Temple, and Yi Yongheng, who was comparing how to combine the royal road and the witch road, was stunned, he felt as if he had come to a certain hill, came to an artificial scenic spot, the tour guide repeatedly said that this was Shaolin Temple, Yi Yongheng couldn't believe it, he thought he was stunned, so he asked Li Dasha again.

"Yes, this is the Shaolin Temple. Li Dasha nodded, but he couldn't raise his head, as if he felt ashamed, Yi Yongheng was all lost, more lost than when he heard that someone was going to abolish Chinese medicine, why, just because he saw this holy land of martial arts, it was actually ruined like this, just because he saw the dignified martial arts sect in the world, the land that has inherited the martial soul of China for thousands of years, is actually so unbearable in front of him.

I still remember the movie that was a household name all over the world twenty years ago, with gurgling streams in the forest, green grass on the slopes, ancient temples hidden in the mountains, and the soul of Chinese martial arts, but now, I can't see it anymore, and I will never see it.

Bixi lock Shaolin, this word is no longer enough to describe this thousand-year-old ancient temple, here is like a city full of high-rise buildings, everywhere is the hustle and bustle of drunken gold fans, the Shaolin Temple movie twenty years ago, it has become the requiem of the Shaolin Temple, a requiem that sent Chinese martial arts to the grave!!

"Do Chinese really want such a Shaolin temple that is famous overseas? Do they really want a Shaolin temple that is full of smoke and miasma? What about the pure land in people's hearts?" This is the question in Yi Yongheng's heart, such a martial arts wealth accumulated by the Chinese for thousands of years has been buried in this way, how much is left of traditional culture in today's commercialization?

As a descendant of the doctor's family, Yi Yongheng is cool, in that deep coolness, there is also a lack of sadness, at this moment his heart is bruised, not because of anything else, but because of the "thousand-year-old temple" in front of him!!

"Boss, do you want to go in?" Li Dasha asked cautiously, he could feel that Yi Yongheng was on the verge of anger at this time, if he was given a fire, he would even dare to burn this Shaolin Temple, the Pure Land was no longer there, and it was not a shame for such a Shaolin Temple to stay here.

"Let's go, it's okay if you don't enter this place. Shaking his head, Yi Yongheng relieved himself, and now it is useless to be angry.

Then the two left the gate of the Shaolin Temple, and it can be found that the first feeling of many tourists coming here is disappointment.

"I understand now, why didn't the new Shaolin Temple dare to shoot here!!" Yi Yongheng complained, but Li Dasha didn't speak, he knew that this boss was angry, and the Shaolin Temple made him angry.

When he came to other places, Yi Yongheng's heart was almost numb, and people kept asking them if they wanted tickets to enter, this place was like a city's paid park, there was a group of monkeys in it, as long as you gave money, you could go in and see, this is a kind of irony in the sense of reality.

Especially the surrounding environment of Shaolin Temple, cluttered, the martial arts schools that can be seen everywhere, here have been commercialized, county-based, not at all quiet and cultural taste, Li Dasha constantly introduced Yi Yongheng, as if he grew up here, sometimes even he is a little indignant, but the most is just loss, Yi Yongheng can feel it, his very sad, as if seeing his once flawless home, was unbearable after being burned by a fire.

"Don't be angry, boss, it's already a fact, it's hard to change. The two of them sat on the side of the road, one of them held a cigarette, watching the people coming and going, as if it was a busy city, Yi Yongheng couldn't help but go in and take a look just now.

He thought in his heart, it shouldn't be bad inside, but his heart was hit again, there was a lack of quiet atmosphere of burning incense and worshiping Buddha in Buddhist temples, there were tourists everywhere, and children engaged in martial arts performances, which became a big point to attract tourists to sightsee, burning incense in Buddhism and asking for signatures is a voluntary behavior of believers, but in the first ancient temple in the world, it is obviously marked how much it costs to burn a stick of incense, the highest is about 1,000 yuan, which is enough to be worth a month's salary of an ordinary worker.

This scene after scene made Yi Yongheng unable to watch it anymore, and walked out directly, almost without hesitation.

"I remember when I was a child, I saw the Shaolin Temple from a few comic books, and I was deeply fascinated by the scene inside, all along, the Shaolin Temple is a holy place in my heart, I want to learn kung fu, I have a kung fu dream, even if I have the current strength now, I also want to come to see, what is the place of martial arts in this world, originally I thought that this place would make my heart beat faster like when I was a child, I yearn for a group of men with unique skills, yearning for a mysterious and hidden place full of martial arts secrets, yearning for an old monk who cleans the temple is a peerless master, but today.........." Yi Yongheng wanted to say the next words, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Don't say it, boss!!" Li Dasha stopped Yi Yongheng, he could clearly see that this man who was once full of honest smiles actually shed tears, this person is tall and big, and he can only giggle, he actually cried, Yi Yongheng knew that Li Dasha must have been here, and he had been here for a long time.

Yi Yongheng was silent, smoking a cigarette, his hand kept tapping the floor, as if waiting for Li Dasha to say something, no matter what, Yi Yongheng would not force him, this is the principle, even if Li Dasha is his subordinate.

"There was once an orphan, when his parents died when he was very young, at that time the village was full of disasters, the village people had no surplus food to take care of him, and lived a life of hunger and full meals every day, because he was wandering, he was doing a beggar, until one day, he met an old monk, an old monk in ragged clothes, the old monk asked him, would you like to follow me, to a far away place, the orphan shook his head, and said no, because I don't want to drag you down. So the old monk smiled and said, you and I can go, and the two of us will depend on each other for our lives in the future. Li Dasha looked at the sky, as if he was recalling something, with that silly smile on his face: "They flow lang lang , the orphan never asked the old monk where he is, where is it, he only knows to follow the old monk, no matter the wind and rain, no matter the cold or summer, every time the old monk will go to a place to turn the fate, ask for a little hunger, every time the old monk will let the orphan eat first, and the rest will eat a bite by himself, and then meditate and chant, as if that can relieve hunger." One day, they came to a mountain, which was quiet and full of mystery, and they could vaguely hear a long bell ringing, and they could see the green everywhere, the ancient trees were standing, but they saw an ancient temple hidden deep in this paradise. ”

The old monk told the orphan that this is your home in the future, and the orphan was stunned, he thought, does he still have a home? The old monk replied to him, yes, my home is your home, even if I leave, this is still your root. The orphan cried at that time, it was a tear of emotion, and before that, he had only cried once, when his parents died. After a pause, Li Dasha continued: "Since then, that ancient temple is his home, where he has met many children of the same age, met a lot of friends, they get up early and go to bed late, repeat their homework every day, practice again and again, they never feel irritable, they have enough food and clothing, although the days are hard, but very happy, really happy......."

"But until one day, a senior brother from abroad came back, and everything has changed since then, he said that he is highly educated and can change everything, but the abbot said no, and the old monk also said no.............. The old monk is getting old, but the abbot has passed away first, very strangely, and then the senior brother sat in the position of the abbot, everything has changed, it has really changed.......... The people of the whole ancient temple are living a life of what they want, more and more people come and go, the orphans have grown up, the old monk is older, the people of the whole ancient temple are living a rich life, only the old monk and the orphan live the previous days, it is still coarse tea and light rice, old clothes and linen, every night the old monk will chant a sentence, changed, really changed, but the orphan can see that his face is only bitter, there is no smile in the past, finally one day, the old monk died, very strange round death, that night, the people of the whole ancient temple are crying, only the orphan is not crying, he is laughing, smirking, has been giggling, no one knows what he is laughing at, the next day, The people of the ancient temple found that the orphan had disappeared, and no one knew where he had gone, and no one knew ........." took a puff of cigarette, and Li Dasha showed a simple smile on his face again.

But there is an intriguing thing hidden under that honesty, Yi Yongheng understands why he felt that he was different when he first saw Li Dasha, it turned out that it was just because of his honest smile............