"The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, the grass and trees are shaken and the dew is frost, the swallows resign to Nanxiang, and the guests are thinking about the ....... The cheap concubine kept the empty room, and she didn't dare to forget it, and she didn't feel that her clothes were stained with tears. The strings of the piano are cleared, and the short song cannot be long. The bright moon shines on my bed, and the stars and Han flow west at night. ……！ ”

This is the great poet of the Three Kingdoms, the words and phrases in the "Yan Ge Xing" by Emperor Wen of Wei Cao Pi, describing the desolation of the resentful woman who missed her husband in the autumn, and now it is chanted by a thin sixty-year-old monk, which seems nondescript.

The old monk was walking on a path deep in the mountains at the moment, carrying a blanket on his back, which was bulging and looked very heavy, but he was walking as fast as a fly, completely ignoring the little boy who was chasing after him with small broken steps.

The little boy looks like he is seven or eight years old, and he looks like a tiger, with well-fitting gray coarse cloth clothes and a bright bare head, he looks very energetic.

"Master, wait for me ......!" The child screamed as he gasped from behind.

Finding that he had distanced himself from the child, the old monk who was walking in front turned around: "Zhu Yu, it's almost noon again, and we only walked out of thirty miles today!" It seems that by the time it gets dark, we can only walk more than 60 miles. ”

After the old monk finished speaking, he turned and sat down on a dead tree stump by the side of the road, put down his coat, took out a large cake and a pot of water from it, handed it to the little boy who caught up, took out another cake, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

The little boy named Zhu Yu was obviously hungry, so without saying a word, he took the cake and devoured it.

A gust of wind blows, fluttering, with coolness, stirring up the leaves and grass in the forest, three or five leaves swirl with the wind, swaying and falling to the side of the path, at this time, the path has been paved with a layer of yellow or red leaves, expressing the depth of autumn.

"Master of the Sky Time, tell me a story!" Zhu Yu ate and drank to his heart's content, leaned on the old monk, looked up at him and said.

The old monk who was called empty by Zhu Yu looked down at Zhu Yu: "When you arrive at Shaolin Temple, you are going to start practicing martial arts, but you are not allowed to pester people like this, when you practice martial arts well, I will come to you again." ”

"Master, I don't want to learn martial arts, I want to be with you all the time!" Obviously, Zhu Yu relied on the Master of the Sky Time a lot, and he had little interest in learning martial arts.

Kong Shi looked down at Zhu Yu and smiled slightly: "Remember, you are different from ordinary children, in the future, you will decide the fate of many people, so you must learn martial arts wholeheartedly." ”

Another gust of wind blew, raising seven or eight leaves, spinning in mid-air, making a stabbing sound, as if beating Zhu Yu's heart.

Zhu Yu has heard Master say this sentence many times, but he doesn't understand it, he only knows that he must practice martial arts well, so as not to live up to his master's expectations, but the fate of others has to be decided by himself, he feels inexplicable, it is no wonder that he is only eight years old, so he naturally does not understand the affairs of adults.

Master Kongshi is also a disciple of Shaolin, although he is not as good as the monks who specialize in martial arts in Shaolin Damo Academy, but he has been exposed to it, compared and compared, and after decades, he has also learned a good kung fu, but he is just a disciple, but he does not know the essentials, so he has to let Zhu Yu practice martial arts with Master Kongxin, the abbot of Shaolin Damo Academy.

Zhu Yu remembers that he and his parents crossed the sea by sea boat four years ago, got off the sea boat, rode a horse and walked in a sedan chair, and after more than three months, he settled in the Zen temple in this big mountain called Lion Rock, the Zen temple is called Zhengxu Zen Temple, the temple is more than 30 monks, and he is the abbot in his spare time.

The family of three was silent like this, and lived in the temple for three years, but on a gloomy and cold afternoon at the beginning of the fourth year, a team of officers and soldiers came out of nowhere, and the leader was particularly powerful in martial arts, and was defeated in the air, more than ten monks were killed, and his parents were arrested, and then there was no news, but fortunately, Zhu Yu hid in the dense forest in the back mountain, and escaped.

When asked why his parents were captured, Master Kongshi just said that you will know when you grow up, and you won't understand it now.

Master Kongshi didn't say the reason why his parents were arrested, he had his own reasons, and Zhu Yu didn't ask again, just thinking that the master would tell him when he grew up.

With his parents not around, Zhu Yu seemed to have grown up a lot all of a sudden, no longer naughty and willful, rushing to do everything, like a little adult, and the monks praised him.

In this way, the master and apprentice stayed overnight, climbed the mountain and waded through the water, and along the way, a month and a half later, they had set foot on the path of Shaomu Mountain into the mountain.

Directly opposite, is the continuous majestic mountains, Shaolin Temple is hidden in the mountains, on both sides of the road, there are fields and vegetable furrows, some monks or in the harvest of rice, or in the weeding of vegetables, a busy scene that only a farmer has.

The monks bowed their heads and did their work, none of them got up to look at the old and young visitors, maybe the Shaolin Temple is full of incense, and there are more than one or two visitors who walk through this path every day, so it is natural to see a lot; Or maybe it is the monks chanting the Buddha, and their hearts have long been unhindered, and the things around them are like floating clouds, which cannot stir up the slightest ripple, even if it is a strange combination of an old and a young man.

"Zhu Yu, two months ago, I flew pigeons to pass on the book, and said to Master Kongwu, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and Master Kongxin, the abbot of Damo Academy, that you will practice martial arts wholeheartedly in Shaolin in the future, and you must not be wasted." Seeing the mountain gate hidden in the forest, he finally encouraged Zhu Yu when he was empty.

"Master, don't worry, the apprentice can endure any hardship." Zhu Yu assured beyond doubt.

When the two walked to the front of the mountain gate, two seven or eight-year-old little monks came out from behind the mountain gate, clasped their hands together, and sang a promise to Zhu Yu when they were empty, saying that they were not assigned by the abbot master, and they came here to take the two into Shaolin.

Master Kongshi asked the two of them their names and surnames, and the two introduced themselves, a blue cloth monk on the left, with beautiful eyebrows, claiming to be called Kongyuan, and a green cloth monk on the right, with a fat face, eyes squinted into a slit, and self-signed empty.

Kongyuan and Kongying led the way, and Master Kongshi and Zhu Yu followed, and the four of them walked towards the depths of Shaomu Mountain step by step.

When Kong Shi and Zhu Yu left the Lion Rock Zhengxu Zen Temple, it was early autumn, the two of them had been walking for more than a month, it was already mid-autumn, and Shaolin was northern, it was Shaolin at this time, the forest was dyed, the cool breeze was blowing, and the autumn was strong.

Kong Yuan and Kong Ying walked with the two of them for about a quarter of an hour, passed through a platform surrounded by huge cypress trees, and stepped into a gate with three large plaques of Shaolin Temple hanging on the door, and a huge hall with the four golden characters of the Daxiong Treasure Hall appeared in front of them.

Before entering the Buddhist temple, before meeting the abbot elder, you must first worship the Bodhisattva, which is the Buddhist etiquette. When he was empty, he walked into the main hall with Zhu Yu, worshiped the majestic Shakyamuni Buddha in the hall, and followed the empty edge to the abbot's room in the side hall.

At this moment, the abbot Kongwu and the abbot of the Dharma Academy, Kongxin, were waiting for tea in the abbot's room, and when they saw the two coming in, they hurriedly got up and met Kongshi.

Empty is tall, with long white eyebrows, a kind face, looking more than eighty, but in good spirits; Sora Shin is of medium stature, square-faced, stout and stocky, and is about fifty years old.

Kongwu and Kongshi exchanged a few words, and then looked at Zhu Yu and said: "This kid looks good, Senior Brother Kongxin, you will be trained well in the future, I will give one or two points in due time, and it will be a big tool in the future." ”

Sending away Master Kongshi and living in the meditation room behind the main hall, Zhu Yu suddenly felt weak and sleepy, and fell asleep after a while.

Early the next morning, when the temple bell rang, Zhu Yu woke up from a daze, he rubbed his eyes, looked out the window, only to see a vague figure flashing outside the window, he hurriedly got up, pushed the door open, at the door, a little girl in red clothes stood in the morning light, rubbing two small hands, two big eyes flashed, a little shy, and a little surprised to look at Zhu Yu.

"My name is Lan Ling'er, I am seven years old this year, you can call me Ling'er, I heard that a monk who is about the same age as me came yesterday, let me take a look, they are talking about you." After the girl in red finished speaking, she boldly stretched out her hand, pulled Zhu Yu's little hand, and retracted it leisurely.

"I, my name is Zhu Yu, I am eight years old this year, I am not a monk, I just shaved my head, wore monk's clothes, and lived in the temple as an ordinary person." Zhu Yu explained.

"I don't believe in Buddhism either, I'm different from everyone here." A strange glint flashed in the girl's eyes.

"Zhu Yu, Zhu Yu, come on, Master called you!" Outside the courtyard, there was a cry from the void.

Hearing Kongyuan's shout, Lan Ling'er said, "Brother Zhu Yu, I'm going to morning class, you should go to Master's place quickly!" After speaking, he turned around and ran out of the Zen courtyard, and the red clothes flashed a few times in the Zen courtyard, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Before winter comes, you should practice with the two senior brothers of Kongyuan and Kongying! Remember, when the morning bell rings in the Fifth Great Hall, you have to get up and start your daily morning class. In front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Master Kongxin asked someone to hand Zhu Yu a big broom and said.

Carrying a broom two or three feet taller than himself, he came to the platform outside the hall that was still dark because there was no oil lamp to illuminate, Zhu Yu was a little lost, and a deep question came to his heart, can he learn martial arts by sweeping the floor every day?

"Senior Brother Zhu Yu, sweep the floor quickly, I've been sweeping the ground for three months, and I haven't started to touch the sword yet, let alone meditate and practice qi." Kongyuan saw Zhu Yu's thoughts, and comforted him with his own experience.

"Not only that, but the people who just came, in addition to sweeping the floor, are to work in the fields, or to wash vegetables and help cook in Jixiang Kitchen, and it will usually take half a year before the master decides not to let you practice martial arts." Empty should be echoed.

Kongyuan looked at Zhu Yu, who was shivering in the morning breeze, and said: "Senior Brother Zhu Yu, the master just said that if you sweep until the end of the month, it must be a month later that you will be allowed to practice martial arts, not to mention, you can also strengthen your body by working, don't think too much, sweep the floor quickly, it will be warmer!" ”

Sure enough, after Zhu Yu, Kong Yuan and Kong Ying finished sweeping the ground, they were arranged to work in the fields outside the temple, and before dinner, they went to Jixiang Kitchen to help, and they did it for almost a month, Zhu Yu felt that his body was a lot stronger, but he didn't know when he would be called by Master Kongwu to practice martial arts.

After a long time, Zhu Yu also wanted to see Lan Ling'er, but Lan Ling'er seemed to have disappeared, no wonder, Lan Ling'er practiced with his senior brothers every day with Master Kongxin, Zhu Yu either worked in the farmland outside the temple or helped in the back kitchen of Jixiang Kitchen, the two of them had different trajectories every day, so naturally they couldn't see it.

Lan Ling'er is like a fan to Zhu Yu, why is she the only girl in a Shaolin Temple in Nuoda? Are her mom and dad still around? Why didn't she go back to her home? This mystery was finally solved one night half a month later.

That night, Zhu Yu, as usual, after eating, returned to the meditation room from Jixiang Kitchen with Kongyuan and Kongying, and Zhu Yu, who was so tired that he was staggering, lay on the bed and didn't want to move, just when he was sleeping in a daze, there was a sudden knock on the door of the meditation room.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk". The voice was so soft that Zhu Yu thought it was a rat gnawing at the door frame, but he listened carefully, but it didn't look like it, so he got up and opened the door.

"How are you?" Seeing Ling'er, dressed in red, standing at the door, Zhu Yu was a little surprised.

"Master Kongxin asked me to tell you that you don't have to go to sweep the floor outside the main hall tomorrow morning, and go to the morning class of Dharma Hall with me." Lan Ling'er flashed her eyes and said generously.

"Oh, so fast, what else did the master say?" Zhu Yu was obviously surprised that he could start practicing martial arts so quickly.

"The master also said that he wants me to help you more on weekdays, because you have no martial arts skills at all." Lan Ling'er said as she took out a thin yellowed book from her sleeve and handed it to Zhu Yu: "This is a Shaolin meditation diagram, which is the most basic method of practicing qigong. ”

After receiving the cultivation secret, Zhu Yu couldn't wait to start meditating and cultivating immediately, but Lan Ling'er didn't mean to leave, so she remembered the question she had been asking her for a long time: "Ling'er, why are you practicing martial arts in Shaolin Temple alone?" What about your family? ”

"My family is far away on a big mountain, they are all very good, my mother sent me to Shaolin Temple, she asked me to practice Shaolin Kung Fu well, so that I can do things for them in the future to benefit the country and the people, what about you?" Lan Ling'er asked Zhu Yu.

"My parents were captured by officers and soldiers, and it's been almost a year now, I don't know if they are dead or alive!" Thinking of his parents, Zhu Yu's eyes couldn't help but flash with tears.

"Brother Zhu Yu, don't cry, you will definitely be able to find your parents, you practice according to what is written in the book, I will go back first." Seeing that Zhu Yu was emotional, Lan Ling'er didn't feel comfortable saying anything, so she turned around and gently covered the door and left.

After Lan Ling'er left, Zhu Yu went to bed and sat down, opened the book, and began to read according to the illustrations in the book, his father taught him to read and write since he was a child, and it was not difficult for him to understand the words and sentences in the book.

In this way, Zhu Yu repeatedly read the words and looked at the pictures, and in the second half of the night, he began to learn to describe meditation and qi in the book, but after a while, he fell asleep while sitting.

Early the next morning, before the morning bell of the temple rang, Zhu Yu got up early, washed briefly, came to the courtyard, and waited for Ling'er to ask him to go to the morning class of the Dharma Academy together.

After waiting for a while, the temple bell rang, and a moment later, Lan Ling'er appeared at the gate of the Zen courtyard, and when she saw Zhu Yu, she waved vigorously, and Zhu Yu hurriedly ran over.

Walking on the way to Damo Hall, Zhu Yu felt an unprecedented excitement, from today on, he was a real cultivator, he thought, one day in the future, he could also be like the Master of Empty Time, or even the Master of Empty Nothing, to become a martial arts master admired by thousands of people.

Practicing martial arts is as hard as practicing meditation, Zhu Yu and Lan Ling'er and dozens of Shaolin Temple disciples first chant for half an hour every morning, then meditate for an hour, practice an hour of external skills in the afternoon, and then meditate for an hour, and self-study at night, or mainly meditation.

Shaolin Buddhism exercises, by the Bodhidharma Patriarch from India, more than 1,000 years, through the Shaolin Temple monks continue to improve, has become the Central Plains region of martial arts authentic, its root lies in meditation, stimulate endogenous potential, get a strong internal qi, and achieve the effect of free release, so no less than three hours of meditation a day is the basic way of practice.

Although it was early winter, but the Shaolin terrain was high, early in the morning, the eaves of the meditation room had been hung with thick ice cubes, Zhu Yu and Lan Ling'er although wearing thick cotton clothes and cotton pants, still felt cold hands and feet, so they had to roll up their cuffs, jump their feet, and step on the ice cubes under their feet to Damo Academy for morning class.

For the study of the scriptures, Master Kongxin did not have any special requirements for the two of them, so when others were chanting, the two of them would sit there and meditate and practice qi, until everyone finished reciting the scriptures, and then began to practice real martial arts every day. After more than ten days, Zhu Yu had already opened up Xiao Zhoutian, and his true qi was already able to run in his belly. Lan Ling'er came half a year earlier than Zhu Yu, and she had already opened up the Great Zhou Tian and was trying to release her external qi.

Among the people who practice with Master Kongxin, there are people of all ages, but as long as they pass the assessment of Master Kongxin, they can leave the Dharma Academy, join the team of warrior monks, and start the road of self-cultivation.

and Zhu Yu and Lan Ling'er are of the same age, there are two other little monks, one is called Kong Ling, the other is called Kong Xi, Kong Ling is slightly fat, nine years old, Kong Xi is half a year older than Kong Ling, very thin, but looks capable and capable, the two have only practiced martial arts for more than half a year, usually, the four of them often play together.

"Strange, why did you open Xiao Zhoutian after practicing for less than a month?" One day after class, I asked Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu looked at the cultivation secrets given to him by Lan Ling'er, and practiced according to the diagram above, and the progress of his internal strength was quite fast, but he didn't know why.

"This, I don't know why, anyway, I practice like this every day." Zhu Yu grabbed his head and replied with a smile. Of course, he didn't know that Master Kongxin showed him the secret tips and deliberately took care of him.

"I think it's Zhu Yugen's good apparatus, unlike the two of you, who are stupid and always let the master worry about it." Among the four people, Lan Ling'er is a woman, and everyone gives her three points, so she naturally has some weight when she speaks.

"Master said, a point of effort, a point of skill, so although Zhu Yu's internal qi comes quickly, there is a gap between his skill and us." Kong Ling was obviously a little unconvinced by Zhu Yu.

"Then compare and see who is better." Lan Ling'er agitated on the side.

For more than half a year, Lan Ling'er has often seen the senior brothers compete in martial arts together, so he has said this, but he doesn't want to practice martial arts for half a month, how can Zhu Yu, who has been practicing martial arts for more than a year in Shaolin and practicing martial arts for half a year, be the opponent of the empty ling.

The result can be imagined, Zhu Yu was beaten to the point that his head was bleeding, not only was he punished by Master Wuxin, but the injuries on his body were completely healed after half a month.