Section 13, Wu Song Xiaodou Zhou Botong
Section 13, Wu Song Xiaodou Zhou Botong
On May 5th, the Shaolin Temple was cleaned inside and outside, the sun climbed up on the shoulders, began to become more and more dazzling, a little monk ran to the Daxiong Treasure Hall and said: "Coming", Master Huiming got up from the futon, and everyone came to the mountain gate.
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I saw a group of five people wearing Taoist robes from a distance, walking up the mountain, led by an eight-foot-tall person, gray-haired, thin eyes and long eyebrows, ruddy complexion, long beard, holding Buddha dust, a good old man with fairy wind bones, standing next to a tall man, yellow hair and blue eyes about 40 years old, with a big beard in the Western Regions, carrying a small burden on his back, and then behind him is a Taoist priest who is eight feet tall, with a long face, a long sword on his back, and an arm to his knees about 30 years old. Behind is a 17-year-old and a 9-year-old little Taoist priest, needless to say, this line of people is very eye-catching everywhere.
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.“ Amitabha, the Taoist has always been good," Abbot Huiming clasped his hands together
.“ Immeasurable Tianzun, the master is unharmed, 30 years of farewell, Shaolin is still prosperous"
.“ The Taoist can hike in Shaolin, our temple shines, please inside", "please", everyone said and walked into the temple,
.“ Poor Dao has traveled the world for many years, and the north has been in turmoil, and most of the Taoist temples are deserted, so I want to re-establish the Northern Fax Sect, specialize in Taoism, and hope to inherit Taoism for eternity, hoping to take Shaolin as a teacher, and protect Taoism by practicing martial arts, but the poor Taoist people are old, while they can still walk, so that a few disciples can grow a little more knowledge, come out to see the world, disturb your purity, and the poor Tao is terrified,
"It is an honor to be able to talk about the world with the Taoist, to talk about the way of heaven, and to understand the Zen machine."
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Kunlun Zi pointed to a disciple who was about 17 years old and said: "This is my disciple Zhou Botong who was accepted when I traveled to Ninghai 7 years ago, less than 17 years old, reckless by nature, always want to fight with the fists and feet of your temple, I wonder if the master can satisfy his little wish to forget?"
.“ Amitabha, " The abbot of Xuming waved his hand to Wu Song, and Wu Song walked out from behind the crowd,
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There is a vacant lot in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, Wu Song looked at Zhou Botong carefully, 1.8 meters tall, with a Chinese face lying on silkworm eyebrows, a lion nose and a tiger's mouth, a thin waist and fried arms, and an unusually developed upper limbs.
The elder brother began to speak; "Start", Zhou Botong a vicious tiger pounced, both fists one after the other, to Wu Song, Wu Song's body turned, homeopathic with Arhat palm counterattack, you can see that both sides of the fist are strong and powerful, the figure shuttles, whirring with the wind, this era of Taoist techniques, there is no Wudang Taiji, foreign martial arts and Luohan boxing, most of them are inspired by the action of jackals, tigers and leopards and other animals.
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Soon the two sides jumped and jumped, and they fought for more than 50 rounds, and Kunlunzi's left ear suddenly moved, as if he heard a subtle clicking sound when Wu Song's fists and feet had internal qi passing through the joints, and the rotation of the body method continued to speed up, and he thought of the apprentice Zhou Botong, who had practiced for half a year and had no progress, and had a long needle under his buttocks, and had never been able to sit still, so he said to the abbot of Xuming:
.“ Young* learning, it is really broad and profound, my apprentice has also seen that there is a heaven outside the sky, master, it is almost noon, let's go and exchange the Dafa of the Heavenly Dao."
.“ Amitabha, Taoist please" The abbot of Xuming made a gesture, the senior brother stepped forward, waved his arm, Wu Song shook a fist, jumped out of the circle, Zhou Botong looked around in a daze, panting.
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