That night, Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu set up two simple beds in the side room of Wang Chengyan's house to sleep.

After a tired day, Tang Lang fell asleep.

But Zhang Xiaohu seemed to be very excited, lying on the bed alone and thinking about his thoughts.

Soon, Zhang Xiaohu also slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

……

The next day, it was still dawn.

Tang Lang suddenly opened his eyes.

He woke up.

Getting up from the bed, Tang Lang felt that he was full of energy, and his whole body seemed to be full of strength, and he was quite satisfied.

He thought to himself: Strange! The whole body is full of strength, as if he has taken some elixir. Could it be because I ate the food made by Bai Wufang yesterday? God......

At this time, Tang Lang was completely sleepy, so he wanted to get out of the hut and go outside to breathe some fresh air.

He looked towards the other bed, and saw that Zhang Xiaohu was still sleeping very soundly, so he didn't wake him up, pushed open the door by himself, and walked in the small courtyard with vigorous steps.

Tang Lang breathed in the fresh air of the valley in the early morning while observing the environment around the thatched house.

Through the dense trees and grass, he found that there were still several families scattered around, all of which lived in simple thatched houses and small courtyards surrounded by fences.

The location of Wang Chengyan's thatched hut is far away from the river that flows through Nanwa Village (that is, Wangjia Village), so it is still relatively hidden in the whole village.

Seeing that there was no one left and right, Tang Lang couldn't help but take a sanda step, smash his fists, and kick his feet.

Left straight punch, right straight punch, take a step back, followed closely, another side kick;

Left whip leg, right straight fist, left straight fist, suddenly put down the body again, and made a hugging and falling action;

The right foot stepped forward, the left foot kicked sideways, and the right straight punch was struck, followed by the left straight punch, and the continuous ......

"What a handsome kung fu! What is this called? Why have I never seen one? It must be an extremely clever kung fu. ”

Tang Lang followed the sound and looked, but found that it was Zhang Xiaohu.

It turned out that this little tiger woke up early. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that Tang Lang was not in bed, so he got up and went out to look, and saw Tang Lang on his toes, jumping and jumping on the ground, one move and one style, and he was practicing very hard.

Tang Lang stopped practicing and said, "Xiaohu, you're awake." ”

Zhang Xiaohu walked over, "Tang Lang, what kind of boxing are you practicing?" ”

"Sanda."

“…… Well, Sanda?! Zhang Xiaohu obviously hadn't heard of this kind of boxing, so he hurriedly asked: "This boxing method looks light, but one punch and one kick are also quite sharp." ”

Tang Lang said: "Or, the two of us practice?" Let me see your kung fu. He couldn't help but be interested in martial arts competitions.

"Fight me?" Zhang Xiaohu said, "Okay. The two of us competed. Point to point. ”

"Okay."

Tang Lang agreed, and his left hand shook a fist towards Zhang Xiaohu, and his right fist followed suit.

Zhang Xiaohu took a step back, and in that retreating momentum, he kicked Tang Lang's chest with his right foot.

Tang Lang's right elbow sank, and he took Zhang Xiaohu's leg stiffly, only to feel that his strength was full, as if he had been hit by an iron rod.

Zhang Xiaohu's right leg was not completely closed, and his left foot kicked out again, kicking Tang Lang to the ground.

Tang Lang rolled on the spot, then stood up again, stepped with his right foot, kicked with his left foot, and slammed Zhang Xiaohu's chest.

The two fought again and again, but Tang Lang always fell behind.

At this moment, a white shadow seemed to fall from the sky, falling between Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu, and pushed out with both palms, knocking the two of them into a stumbling flight.

"Who are you? Why the brawl here? ”

Tang Lang's chest was full of blood and qi, and he knew that the person who pushed the palm did not use all his strength, otherwise he would have vomited blood and died. He hurriedly looked at the white shadow, and saw a strong monk who looked like an iron tower, dressed in white clothes, standing in the small courtyard of the fence, his eyes were shining, and he stood with his hands down, like a green pine.

"Master, we are flawless friends. My name is Tang Lang, and his name is Zhang Xiaohu. ”

The strong man monk who looked like the iron tower looked at Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu, as if he didn't believe it.

Tang Lang had no choice but to continue to explain: "The two of us weren't fighting just now, just competing with each other. - Oh, if the master doesn't believe me, he can call out the immaculate girl at once, and just ask. ”

The white-shirted monk's grim gaze swept across Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu's cheeks, and then he shouted at the thatched house: "Old man, flawless, I'm here." ”

Bai Wufang heard the shouts outside, so he hurriedly came out to greet him.

When the strong man of the iron tower saw that Bai Wufang was safe, a smile appeared on his face, and he said: "Recently, there have been a lot of homeless people, and when you go out to herd sheep, you must be more careful." ”

"Daddy, I have the whip method you taught me, don't be afraid!"

The strong man of the tower laughed.

This strong man in the iron tower is naturally Master Tanzong, the leader of the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple.

Tang Lang saw Bai Wufang shouting "Daddy" to the strong man of the iron tower, so he guessed that it was the Shaolin warrior monk Tanzong who had arrived, so he immediately said respectfully and loudly: "Tang Lang to meet Master Tanzong!" He glanced at Zhang Xiaohu one after another.

Zhang Xiaohu also bowed to the Shaolin warrior monk Tanzong and said, "Zhang Xiaohu meets Master Tanzong!" ”

Tan Zong pointed to Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu, and said to Bai Wufeng with a smile: "These two people are your friends?" ”

Bai Wufang hurriedly said: "His name is Tang Lang, his name is Zhang Xiaohu, and the families of both of them have also been persecuted by the brutal army led by Wang Renze. That's why they came to Songshan for refuge. ”

"Oh!?"

Tan Zong looked at Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu's faces carefully, and for a long time, as if he remembered something, his eyes widened, and he said, "You guys...... Aren't you two the same people who couldn't kneel outside the mountain gate yesterday? ”

Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu were a little embarrassed when they heard this......

"Master, it's really the two of us. The two of us wanted to worship the door wall of the Shaolin Temple, but the Shaolin Temple ignored us. So, I came to find the Immaculate Girl......"

As Tang Lang spoke, he peeked to look at Bai Wufang, and glanced at her.

Bai Wufang naturally knew the hidden meaning in Tang Lang's eyes, so she told Tanzong everything she knew about Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu one by one.

In the end, she said in a pleading tone: "Daddy, Tang Lang and Xiaohu want to worship under the Shaolin sect and learn Shaolin stunts, so you can talk to the abbot master and accept the two of them." ”

Tan Zong listened to Bai Wufang's words, and did not speak, while groaning, he looked at Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu.

Bai Wufang continued to plead softly: "...... Daddy, can you talk to the abbot...... Tell the abbot about it......"

Unable to withstand his daughter's pleading offensive, Tan Zong had no choice but to say perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, I'll ask the abbot master for intercession." However, I can't guarantee that the abbot will accept them. ”

Bai Wufang continued to use all kinds of coquettish methods, soft grinding and hard bubbles, just to ask Tanzong to include Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu in the Shaolin gate wall.

Tan Zong was helpless, pretending to be very angry, and said with a straight face: "Okay, okay, you girl, you are seventeen years old, why are you still like a child." I promise you. ”

……

On the way from Nanwa Village to Shaolin Temple.

Tan Zong was in good health, and he walked like a breeze.

Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu walked briskly behind, almost trotting on the bushy mountain path, before they could barely keep up with Tan Zong's pace.

While walking, Tang Lang still did not forget to ask some questions to the Tanzong monk.

"Master Tanzong, I have always heard that Shaolin Temple is the ancestral garden of Zen Buddhism, and it is the place where Bodhidharma, the first ancestor of Zen Buddhism, practiced and refined. Now, in troubled times, do the monks in the temple still practice meditation? ”

Tan Zong's footsteps did not stop, but he said unhurriedly: "In the place outside the Shaolin Temple, it is the duty to practice Zen, and practicing martial arts is used to strengthen the body in your spare time. Today, the abbot master of Shaolin Temple, whose Dharma name is 'no different yuan', has profound enlightenment and exquisite Buddhism, and is the personal disciple of Master Daoxin, the fourth generation patriarch of Zen Buddhism. All the monks of Shaolin Temple are said to have to practice meditation. It doesn't need to be asked. ”

"Master Daoxin, the Fourth Ancestor of Zen Buddhism?" Tang Lang was shocked in his heart and said, "It turns out that this era is the era in which Master Daoxin lives. Kid is really lucky. ”

Tan Zong said: "Master Xin's Buddhist cultivation is even more profound, which is not something that we shallow cultivators can peep into. ”

Tang Lang said: "The first ancestor of Zen Buddhism was Master Bodhidharma, and later, Bodhidharma passed on the Dharma to the second generation of Zen patriarch Master Hui Ke, and Master Hui Ke was passed on to the third generation of Zen patriarch Master Seng Can, and Master Seng Can passed on the Dharma to the fourth generation of Zen patriarch Master Daoxin, and now, the person in charge of Zen Niu Er should be the fifth generation of patriarch Master Hongren. ”

Tan Zong was very surprised when he heard Tang Lang's words, "What? You know a little bit about the history of Zen Buddhism. ”

Tang Lang immediately replied: "Let Master Tanzong laugh." How can the kid's little bit of Taoism be able to get into the eyes of the masters? It's just that in my spare time, I studied it. ”

Tan Zong said: "Not bad. Now, Master Xin (i.e., the Four Ancestors Daoxin) has disappeared and is nowhere to be found. The five ancestors of Zen Buddhism (i.e., Hongren) are now in Zhuoxi, Dongshan Temple, Huangmei, Hubei Province, promoting Zen Buddhism, recruiting disciples from the sect, preaching wholeheartedly, and inheriting the great cause of the ancestors of the past dynasties. The abbot of this temple is the master of Yiyuanlai, who is the younger brother of Master Ninja. ”

Tang Lang couldn't help but say: "The kid has been yearning for Zen Buddhism for a long time in private. ”

He also wanted to tell Tan Zong about Steve Jobs, the co-founder of Apple in the United States more than a thousand years later, who was also very fascinated by Zen Buddhism. However, he was afraid of leaking his details, so he finally held back and didn't say it.

However, Tanzong still wondered: how could a peasant child know so many things about Zen Buddhism?

“…… Tang Lang...... Zhang Xiaohu...... Who the hell are you? ”

Tan Zong stopped and asked.

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