Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Henan, the birthplace of martial arts. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn this sacred martial arts treasure temple, there is a large Zen temple, which is a holy place for meditation that has been presided over by successive generations. It was in such a sacred territory that a small furry head kept looking behind a statue of Shakyamuni.

"Good boy, where are you?" A loud voice came from afar.

Beneath that little furry head was a pair of small bright eyes, but at this time the owner of these eyes showed a sly gaze, and when he heard this loud voice, he stopped looking around. Nestled behind the idol and remained motionless.

"Squeak-" A vermilion door with a long history was opened, and I saw an old man about the age of antiquity tiptoeing, without making a sound, quietly detouring to the statue, and looking at the child who had been secretly hiding with a pair of kind eyes.

"Master, you're cheating." A childish voice rang out.

"Kong Ming, come out quickly, when are you going to hide, it's time to practice." I saw a rickety figure snatching out a child of about six or seven years old from a bumpy gap in the middle of the moment, the child's lips were red and teeth were white, a big white bald head, there were nine black ring scars on the top of his head, he was wearing a gray monk's clothes, and he was looking at an old monk with a face full of grievances.

"Master, you force me to take a horse every day, and I have been doing it for three years. It's useless, last time the empty master and nephew laughed at me, I can only take a horse step, I don't even know a little kung fu, and I don't deserve to be a monk of Shaolin Temple. Xiao Kong said to the master with an aggrieved expression.

"Empty, does he know the foundation of martial arts? I'm idle all day long, I think you're learning badly with him, no, today I have to teach you a good lesson, so that you know the price of laziness. When I'm done cleaning up you, I'll go clean up this empty space again. A smug smile appeared in Xiao Kongming's eyes. I'm sorry. Who told you to let me practice while I was sleeping, haha - look at what you do this time. ”

The old monk secretly used his internal strength and injected it into his feet. Holding Xiao Kongming firmly in his hands with both hands like grasping a chicken, his feet jumped upward, and he suddenly flew into the air, and within a moment he came to the open space of a Zen temple. It turned out that this old monk was the abbot of today's Shaolin Temple - the master of "Jueran", and he was also the first master of today's martial arts.

"Apprentice, squat on the horse, and come when you go for the teacher."

"Yes, Master"

I saw Xiao Kongming clasping his hands on both sides of his waist, squatting his legs at 90 degrees, his feet at 45 degrees, and standing motionless.

At this time, Xiao Kongming not only remembered his own life experience, he was an orphan, and he never knew who his parents were, but he heard the master say that on a cold morning, the master heard the cry of a baby outside the temple, and when he heard the sound, he saw that he was wrapped in swaddling clothes and sleeping on the steps outside the temple. The master thought of saving people's lives and building a seven-level floating slaughter to carry himself into the temple, and has raised himself to this day, the two of them are commensurate with master and apprentice on weekdays, but in fact, the two are like grandchildren.

Thinking about it, Xiao Kong, who was only six years old, couldn't help but feel pain in the depths. "Wow wow-"

"Kong Ming, what's wrong with you?"

Kong Ming heard the sound and saw the comer, ran three steps and two steps to the comer's arms and cried loudly.

"Alas, the hard-working child," the old monk sighed, and it turned out that the person who had just left was the old abbot who had just left.

Xiao Kongming cried for a while, probably because he was tired, he snuggled in the arms of the old monk and fell asleep. Stretching out his wrinkled hands, he gently touched Kongming's forehead, and his feet were secretly using internal strength. "Huh" disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Late at night, the temple is brightly lit. "Hey-" Xiao Kongming lay on the bed and rubbed his eyes, his mind slowly became clear, wasn't I punished by the master Zamabu? Why are you here?

"When you wake up, get up and eat something."

"Oh, yes, master"

Hearing that there is something to eat, Xiao Kongming's enthusiasm is unprecedentedly high, Kongming only has two hobbies in his life, one of which is eating, as if he can't eat enough. Second, I like beautiful women. (A monk, still a child, is a little dirty.) It turned out that there was a time when Kong took Kong Ming down the mountain to make a fate, just like a tiger coming down the mountain, Kong Ming saw the woman on the street and pulled Kong to ask this and that, and the question was annoying. I talked about it one by one, all about the benefits of women, and the half-grown children thought about women all day long.

"Master, what is the use of us saying that we practice martial arts every day" Xiao Kongming asked as he ate.

"Practicing martial arts can strengthen the body, and through practicing martial arts, you can also understand the truth of being a human being." Said with a smile.

"Oh, I don't understand. I only know that the master is good to me, and I must be right to listen to the master. "Xiaokong really said tomorrow.

"If, one day, the master is gone, Kong Ming, you must take good care of yourself, you know?" He said with a sad expression.

"Master, your martial arts are so high, how can you not be there, every time you go, don't you come back after a while."

"Kong Ming, you can't understand the master's meaning yet, but you'll know when the time comes. Eat quickly, and you'll be going to bed with the lights out later. ”

"Oh, got it, master."

The next day, Sora got up early and happily went to the absolute room for morning tea. This is what Kumei must do every day.

"Knock knock, master. Kong Ming has come to serve tea, master, open the door! ”

After waiting for a long time, the absolute room was still tightly closed. The feisty Kongming couldn't wait, and quietly entered the absolute room through the window.

It was dark in the house, but Sora was clear about the situation in the room by morning. He tiptoed to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and shook it.

"Master, master. Wake up, you're a big lazy worm, why are you still sleeping, the sun is on your ass. Xiao Kongming kept saying, constantly shaking. But Absolutely still motionless, Kong Ming became more and more flustered, more and more anxious, and shook more and more violently, but Absolutely still did not react.

"Master, what's wrong. It's empty, it's empty" Kongming felt that something was wrong, and trotted all the way to find it.

Likong is the third-generation disciple, and Kongming is the abbot's apprentice, that is, the second-generation disciple, so when Kongkong saw Kongming, he still called out respectfully: "Uncle, why are you here." Don't you want me to tell you a story today? ”

"Nephew of the empty master, I won't tell a story today. Come with me to see if my master is sick, no matter how I call him, he won't agree to me. Kong Ming said anxiously.

"Uncle Kongming, don't worry. I'll take a look at it with you right away. ”

The two trotted all the way, and after a while, they arrived at the absolute room, and they stepped forward to take a look.

"Ah, the abbot is dead." Sora said in surprise

"Nephew of the empty master, what does it mean to pass away?"

"It's Dead"

"Ah, the master's martial arts are so high, how can he die."

When Kong Ming heard the bad news, he fainted immediately.

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