Yellow walls and black tiles, dark red gates, above the gate, a gilt plaque with three big characters written on it, Wang Anfeng once studied the text with his father for a period of time, although the three big characters are different, but they can also recognize the word Shaolin, but the third word has never been seen.

Just as he wanted to ask a question, the young man had already taken his hand and stepped through the quaint gate, and the constrained vision slowly opened—

Blue-gray stone slabs, there are buildings on both sides, the style is solemn and dignified, a monk wearing gray clothes, yellow clothes or talking, or sprinkling the ground, the movement is smooth and charming, the Buddha bell is melodious, vaguely see the front of the martial arts field, nearly 100 gray-clothed monks are playing a set of extremely strong and powerful boxing skills in a uniform manner, every punch, every kick will be strong and mighty four characters to the fullest, the sound of shouting, like a dragon and tiger roaring.

"Practice it!"

"Drink!"

"Move the circle!"

"Drink!"

"Know!"

"Drink!"

"Enlightenment Zen"

"Drink!"

"This ......"

Wang Anfeng's face appeared a little shocked, more dazed - only this side, the martial arts sect's accumulation of thousands of years of heaviness and heritage, in front of the young man's eyes spread out in front of the atmosphere, the young man on the side led him to walk slowly, the young man only felt that his consciousness was a little dazed, his feet lightly stepped on the quaint bluestone, left and right heard the monk chanting, the sound of the fist concussion airflow, the thousand-year-old tree green leaves gently fell on the shoulder, and then were blown away.

He is no longer an audience, but really stepping into this vastness, and the peaceful voice of the young man in his ears said slowly without hurry:

"My Shaolin inheritance from the Bodhidharma Patriarch, so far it has a history of thousands of years, the fundamental internal strength of the "Yijin Sutra", "Washing the Pulp Sutra" is listed as the peerless position in the world, under which it has evolved a number of internal strengths, and there are seventy-two peerless techniques in the art of attacking, but it is rare to learn, you must have Buddhist practice to resolve the killing gas, and you must not be greedy, you have just entered Shaolin, you should take the foundation first."

"After seeing the abbot's uncle, you will enter my Shaolin lintel, the rules and precepts are not mentioned, no killing, no fornication, no drinking, and many precepts, otherwise the senior brother of the self-discipline hall will tell you, at least confinement and reflection, or at worst, you will abolish a body of martial arts and go down the mountain, do you know?"

"I ......"

Wang Anfeng's dazed eyes moved, thinking of the heroism of the owner of the big bowl of drinking, and his father and Uncle Li's preference for taking a sip or two of light wine, and subconsciously said:

"I know the rest, but why can't I drink...... Listening to the owner of the museum, there is a crazy gunman in the rivers and lakes outside, who likes to drink the most, and often says that drinking is a joy in life, and Qinglian guests only have wonderful poems circulating by drinking. ”

"Because wine can disturb the mind."

The young monk said calmly: "Wine can make the timid brave, make people dare not speak, dare not do, but it is no longer their own nature, if the nature is strong, why do you need to borrow wine to strengthen your courage?" Instead, it caused a lot of trouble. ”

He turned to the side, gently pressed his palm on Wang Anfeng's hair and rubbed it, and his voice became warmer:

"What I'm talking about is just that my Buddhism has clear rules, and monks are not allowed to drink, and you are still young and have never been an adult, even if you don't enter Shaolin, you can't drink alcohol and corrupt the foundation, do you understand?"

"Well, I understand ......"

Wang Anfeng looked at the peaceful young man in front of him, nodded slightly, although it was the first time they met, but he didn't know why he had a natural sense of closeness to this monk, and the appearance of the other party's Chunchun teaching was a bit like when his father taught him to read, the young man smiled, raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said with a smile:

"Good boy, the abbot and uncle are in the Daxiong Treasure Hall in front, you can come and ......"

All the way was dragged through the martial arts field, after a solemn Buddha hall, ushered in the most solemn building, each of which reveals the vast and simple, on the plaque, on the book Daxiong Treasure Hall four words, magnificent, through the doors and windows can be seen the tall Buddha statue, an old man wearing a yellow monk's robe, wearing a red robe stands in front of the Buddha statue, the eyebrows are kind, and the Buddha statue that smiles lightly.

The young man pulled Wang Anfeng and walked in, bowed with his left hand in front of him, and said with a little respect:

"The disciple has seen the abbot and uncle."

"Huh...... Yuanci, you have traveled down the mountain for several years, and it is also a happy event to return to the mountain today......" The old man stroked the whiteness of his chin, and his kind eyes fell on Wang Anfeng's body, smiled, and said, "But for the young man behind you?" ”

"Not bad."

Yuan Ci bowed slightly, and said: "This son is named Wang Anfeng, a person from Yanjing, who intends to roam the rivers and lakes, and act chivalrous and righteous, but only a little rough fists and feet, the disciple saw that he was a childlike child, and he was a righteous man, and he couldn't bear to fold in the rivers and lakes, so he brought it back to Shaolin, and was willing to accept his entry wall and teach him martial arts." ”

After saying this, Wang Anfeng's face was feverish, and he almost couldn't raise his head, but the old man didn't seem to have any doubts, but he just said Amitabha, pouted and bowed his head slightly, obviously believing this sentence, Wang Anfeng wanted to deny it for a while, but seeing Yuan Ci's peaceful and implicit concerned face, the words of denial were always unspeakable for some reason, and he could only bury his head deeper for a while.

Just when his face was burning red, the old man had already walked to his side, and said with a gentle smile: "Child, I teach disciples in Shaolin, but I also have some questions to ask you, the reason why you entered my Shaolin is already clear, there is only one question for you......" The voice paused slightly, the old man stroked the white beard under his chin, and asked solemnly: "If you learn martial arts, what should you do if you meet a person with a knife and rob and kill a person?" ”

"Murder?"

Wang Anfeng responded honestly: "It depends on who he killed." ”

"Oh?"

A blue stream of data flashed in the old man's smiling eyes, and a look of interest appeared on his face, and he asked, "What's the explanation?" ”

The young man thought for a while, looked at him and said seriously: "There are many kinds of people, if he kills a good person, then I must stop him, if he kills a wicked person, then I don't care, there are so many people in the world, but if there is one less evil person, it is a good thing for everyone." ”

The old man asked with a smile: "But the wicked are also human beings, and they are also a human life, aren't you too cruel like this?" ”

"Remnant...... Endure? ”

The young man looked at him with both eyes, first in astonishment, then a little indignant, and said in a loud voice:

"Wicked people hurt many, many good people!"

"The wicked are human beings and human lives, but good people are also human beings and human lives!"

"I don't want to learn martial arts here, Uncle Yuanci, please send me down......"

"Hehe, interesting, interesting, child, the way to eliminate the wicked is far more than the choice of killing, killing a wicked person, just killing a wicked person, if you save a wicked person, then you will save a life, and there will be one less wicked person in the world, but one more good person, wouldn't it be better?"

The old man didn't have the slightest annoyance, he just opened his mouth to explain with a smile, which made Wang Anfeng slightly stunned, and then his face was a little unbearable, but a new idea came to his mind unconsciously, and at this time, the old man had already nodded at Yuanci and smiled:

"This son has a good heart, but he has the spirit of killing and protecting life, but he can enter your door, practice well, don't go crooked."

"Yes."

Yuan Ci saluted slightly, and then walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall with Wang Anfeng, until this time the young man was still a little dazed, looked at the young man beside him, and asked:

"Uncle Yuanci......"

"Call Master."

“…… Yes, Master, the old uncle just said that what should be done to turn the wicked into the good......" Wang Anfeng scratched his head and asked honestly. "I just can't figure it out."

The ............ youth was silent and replied:

"Hit the service."