"Grinding Heart"

The Buddha said: Why are you here, young man?

Boy: I'm going to kill a wicked man

The Buddha said, "What evil has this man done?"

Youth: This wicked man killed my father and forced my mother to marry him, during which time he not only abused me and my sister, but also raped my sister when she was 18 years old.

The Buddha said: If you have a murderous intention, why should you ask the Buddha?

Boy: Ask for a sword!

The Buddha said: He Jian?

Boy: This person is strong in martial arts, I only want a sharp sword, and I will kill with one blow!

So the Buddha gave the young man a blunt sword that had not been opened, and promised that once the sword was opened, it would be able to split mountains and stones, and it would be indestructible. So whenever the moonlight gradually rose, by the dark stream, there was always a young man who took advantage of the white moonlight to polish the same white long sword, and the terrible sound of sharpening the knife accompanied by the young man's cold eyes seemed to pierce the night with blood.

Three years later, the blunt sword was opened, and the boy cut off the thick poplar at the mouth of the village bowl, but he still felt insufficient, so after another three years, the long sword became a short sword, and the boy used it to split the boulder, but he still did not have full certainty, so it took another three years to sharpen the short sword into a dagger, at this moment this dagger is really like the Buddha said can split mountains and break stones, invincible, but every night the young man is still polishing this sharp blade, without the slightest intention of shooting, just like that, this knife was polished for another year, until the blade is gone, There was only one hilt left, and the boy stared at it blankly, then threw it into the stream.

The Buddha said: Won't this wicked person be killed?

The boy looked at the calm stream and replied, "Let him live!"

Kung Fu

Sitting on the playground of the elementary school with a long stick and a big wooden box behind him, he said he could show us kung fu, but now he was hungry. Wang Fatzi in the school cafeteria filled him with rice with a sea bowl of soup, pressed it vigorously with a rice spoon, and then poured a large spoonful of leftovers and leftover soup on the white rice.

The school came to perform kung fu, which is a new thing. Within a while, the whole school spread, and the principal agreed to give us children who had never seen the world to have a long experience, so after a while, the head teacher came with the news, and everyone went to the playground to watch the kung fu performance in the afternoon.

In the afternoon playground, everyone moved their own small benches and sat down one by one, because he was too young, and his brain was clumsy and his memory was poor when he was a child, so there was no impression of other shows he performed, but only one project of swallowing iron balls made me still remember it vividly.

He said that he could swallow iron balls, and while speaking, he threw out three iron balls and smashed them on the concrete floor, listening to the movement, he wanted people to shout good, and then fixed his eyes on people, each iron ball was the size of my fist, he said that he could have swallowed three, but his junior sister once swallowed three iron balls and then vomited, and the third one couldn't come out and died, so today he only swallowed two.

I saw that he took a breath and swallowed the two iron balls in turn, as simple as swallowing two steamed buns. Then he opened his mouth for us to check to see if the iron ball was hidden in his mouth, and after we were sure that there was no iron ball in his mouth, he started to vomit. I saw him close his eyes, take a light breath, then put his hands forward, and with a loud shout, an iron ball ejected, and smashed a hole in the ground with a thud. The second iron ball, he still closed his eyes, with a heavy drink, but nothing came out, he immediately adjusted his breathing, took a few breaths, and then drank again, still nothing, at this time he tied up his horse, the whole atmosphere became serious, he took a few deep breaths, and then his hands with a loud drink, hit out hard, and the green tendons on his neck also burst out, but still nothing came out. At this time, I began to worry, afraid that he was the same as his junior sister, because the iron ball could not be spit out, and as a result, he seemed to be a little panicked, and his breathing became short, again, again, again, the whole playground everyone listened to him shouting loudly and loudly, and the voice also changed from the initial loudness to low, and everyone dared not speak anymore, and he was full of tendons, and his whole face and eyes were red, like a man-eating beast, and then his hands and one foot were added, and again with a loud shout, he hit out, Then the second ball flew out with a pop, and the moment it hit the ground, I saw that it was covered in blood, and he kicked it in front of us, so scared that we didn't dare to look at it.

Many years later, I watched a similar program on TV, and I only felt that the so-called iron ball swallowed by the master on TV was not half the size I saw back then.