With a little memory of past book knowledge, Wanjin sells looks, palmistry, and eight-character fortune telling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info he squatted in the crowd of Zhenzhou Railway Station and shouted, and there were actually some people who asked him to watch, so he pulled down his face, and with his own stupid mouth, he actually earned hundreds of yuan, at least enough to eat and drink enough to buy a ticket.

He bought a train ticket and came to the birthplace of the Shaolin Temple.

Like in the TV series, his beggar-like dress and sincere words touched the monks and the abbot of Shaolin Temple, especially when he said that a monk asked him to make a bald head and help him get out of danger and let him come to Shaolin Temple, his bald head impressed all the monks, agreed to his request, became a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple without charging any fees, and allowed him to learn Shaolin Temple fist and foot kung fu with all the masters.

For a twenty-five-year-old young man, it is very difficult to learn martial arts, because his muscles and bones have been relatively weakened, and practicing martial arts requires more hard work and pain. Let's practice the basic skills first, with solid basic skills, the martial arts you learn in the future will not become flower fists and embroidered legs. Fortunately, Wanjin has always insisted on practicing qigong when he was in his hometown, and his physical endurance is okay.

The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin. Shaolin martial arts broad and profound, Zen and martial arts, this is just the opportunity to achieve Wanjin to learn martial arts, his basic skills can be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds, less than three months of kung fu, his horse step skills and internal force, has reached the same level as the monk who practiced in the temple for ten years. He began to watch warrior monks practice martial arts, and studied Shaolin Luohan boxing and cannon boxing by heart. He thinks that if you don't learn Luohan boxing when you come to Shaolin Temple to study, it won't be Shaolin Kung Fu, and cannon boxing is the king of Shaolin Temple's boxing.

The warrior monks didn't care whether Wanjin learned or not, thinking that when he first arrived, learning martial arts was like playing. One day, the abbot suddenly came to the practice venue and asked everyone to stop and say who would compete with Wanjin. Everyone felt ridiculous, how could the guy who had been in the past 100 days be qualified to compete with us?

Everyone didn't take it seriously. Wan Jin said: "Master, I think it's better to forget it, they are all masters, if I touch them, don't you hit the stone with an egg?" ”

The abbot smiled: "That's not likely. I think your egg is an iron egg, and their stone may be a lump of dirt. ”

The abbot's teasing was a radical method, and many warrior monks said that they would let me play with him.

What no one expected was that more than a dozen warrior monks and Wanjin competed and were defeated. Wanjin's kung fu turned out to be so powerful, it's incredible. They didn't know that Wan Jin had deep internal strength, and even if he was superior in martial arts, if he wanted to defeat him, he would probably have to work hard. Besides, Wan Jin is talented and smart, and he sees them not only look at the moves, but more importantly, look at how to knock the other party down with a thousand catties in four or two, which adds his own thinking.

When you are older, it doesn't work to learn some step-by-step moves, it takes a long, long time, and Wanjin just wants to learn it in the shortest time and at the fastest speed, so that the impossible is possible, so you have to use your own wisdom.

"You're now convinced, aren't you? Don't despise others at any time. I have long seen that Wan Jin has internal strength, maybe in the many years that you have been studying martial arts in the monastery, Wan Jin has also practiced elsewhere. It's all the same. The abbot said, "But ten thousand gold, no effort will be in vain." They have been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, not only practicing martial arts, but also practicing the skills in their hearts, that is, strong will. If a person does not have a strong will, no matter how high his martial arts are, he will not be able to achieve great things. ”

Wan Jin didn't expect that he could actually defeat them, maybe they didn't care about themselves and lost. Yes, they don't care about him, then they all lose. In fact, martial arts is the same as being a person, when you don't care about a person, you may lose at his feet.

Is the monk who rescued him in the barbershop a Shaolin Temple monk? Wan Jin asked all the masters, and they all said they didn't know.

One day, Wanjin was like a dream, and walked to the Dharma Cave of Shaomuro Mountain, which was the place where the patriarch of Dharma faced the wall for ten years to participate in meditation. Wan Jin sat cross-legged on the spot, imitating Bodhidharma facing the wall. Since Wan Jin had already practiced qigong to a certain extent, he was settled in less than a few minutes. When practicing qigong, I am most afraid of thinking about what is wrong when I practice it to a certain extent, and then I will go crazy. Just when Wanjin sat down until there was a crystal light in his eyes and the wind behind his ears, he suddenly had a feeling that made him think that someone was practicing behind his ears, that is, behind his back, so he seemed to see something, and his heart said, is it the Bodhidharma Patriarch who is here? In his thoughts, Patriarch Bodhidharma was really standing in front of him.

"Apprentice, today I will teach you the Shaolin Temple Heart and Yijin Sutra, and I hope you will be able to practice to the profound realm of selflessness one day." After Patriarch Bodhidharma finished speaking, he began to practice a full set of mental and Yijin meridian paths for him. I only practiced it once, and suddenly I disappeared.

Wan Jin woke up, opened his eyes, but there was nothing, he suddenly felt a headache, wanted to remember the dream-like routine, got up while thinking about it, and actually finished all the games. Is this the intention to put and Yijin Sutra? Whatever, then practice it a few more times while you remember to. As he practiced, the headache started again, and he felt itchy in his armpits again, which made him have to laugh out loud. It's like this for a while, a headache for a while, and an itchy armpit for a while. If he had a headache, he would hold his head, and if he was itching, he would squat down and laugh and spin in circles. Under the momentary sobriety, Wanjin wondered if he had gone mad, and then he would suffer, and he would be embarrassed and become a laughing stock in Shaolin Temple. No, you have to control yourself.

Wan Jin tried his best to control himself. He hugged his head everywhere in Shaolin Temple like a half-madman, sat on the ground, couldn't help laughing, and compared his mind to the Yijin Sutra. Most of the warrior monks thought that he was proud of himself, which was really ridiculous and pathetic. However, a few warrior monks who knew those two superior martial arts were shocked, and said in their hearts that Wanjin, a lay disciple who had not been in the monastery for a long time, actually practiced two kinds of advanced martial arts to the point of madness, which was simply a miracle! Could it be that the master secretly taught him? It shouldn't be embarrassing in broad daylight. In a fit of rage, they went to the abbot to question him. The abbot did not answer, but walked with them to Wan Jin's side, and looked strangely at Wan Jin's crazy performance, and also opened his mouth.

"Impossible, impossible!" The abbot shook his head and said, "Wanjin, you stop, stop." Wan Jin didn't stop, and continued to repeat his madness with a hippie smile, he really couldn't control himself. Who can teach you this mind to put the Yijin Sutra? ”

Wan Jin grinned, and hugged his head again, ignoring the abbot's questioning. Only then did the abbot think of the word madness, which must have been caused by his practice, and he must be sobered up. The abbot forced Wan Jin to sit upright, and his hands exerted internal strength on his head to stop his abnormal writhing. After about twenty minutes, Manjin finally came to his senses and told the abbot and the monks what had happened at Mt. Shaomuro.

People don't believe it.

"My master is really Patriarch Bodhidharma! It's really what he taught! Wan Jin said very seriously.

"Okay, I believe it." The abbot said quietly: "Wanjin, let it all be as it is!" Originally, we martial arts practitioners also pay attention to fate, you and Master Zu have such a fate, you must have cultivated in a previous life. Your martial arts practice has reached such an extent, I'm afraid that Shaolin Temple can't tolerate you, I think you should find another high. Amitabha! ”