Shaolin Temple is located in Dengfeng City, Henan Province, Songshan Wuru Peak, because it is located in the hinterland of Songshan Shaomu Mountain in the dense jungle, so it is called "Shaolin Temple". At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Shizu ordered the monk Fuyu to abbot Shaolin, and led all the monasteries in the Songyue area. During the period of Shaolin, the abbot of Fuyu monk Shaolin, the bell tower and the drum tower were created, and the kitchen of the corridor was added, and the monks gathered here to perform the martial rite Buddha, and later Fuyu was posthumously awarded the title of the Duke of Jin by the Yuan Emperor.

Songshan Shaolin Temple is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and it is a red temple from a distance, which is majestic and magnificent.

Cen Weiyong led his son all the way, the closer he got to the Shaolin Temple, the more excited he became, after all, he had lived here for a whole ten years, from a young man to a majestic warrior, Shaolin stick skills were perfected, and he was praised by the master. Call him his best apprentice. If it weren't for taking care of the family, Cen Wei would have been a warrior monk of Shaolin Temple.

He was familiar with every path and every stone here, and he said to his son, "Feng Han, I have carried water to you Uncle Xiao in this little river, and you have to carry two big buckets yourself, and you must take one step at a time to breathe, and then you will walk like a fly, and your arms must be straightened, and the water will not be spilled." This suffering is unbearable for ordinary people.

Passing by a forest, Cen Weiyong said to his son: "We are here for morning exercises, no matter how cold or hot it is, the master has to get up as soon as he shouts, if he wants to be lazy, there is no door, the master's stick will be drawn, you can't cry yet, then you will be looked down upon by others." Boy, I'm not alarmist, you have to be prepared. ”

Cen Fenghan smiled slightly, he didn't take it seriously at all.

Passing by a fruit forest again, Cen Weiyong laughed: "Boy, this is a mountain peach forest, every year when the peaches are ripe, we are the happiest moment, sometimes in the middle of the night the third watch secretly ran out to pick peaches, the master knew that he hid in front of the wall and waited, came to catch one by one, and went back to confinement." Sleep on a flat shoulder. At that time, I really remembered to eat or not, and after coming out, I continued to go up the mountain to steal peaches to eat. In the end, the master couldn't help it. ”

Shaolin Temple is in front of him, Cen Weiyong was full of emotion, his eyes were moist, and when he came to the door, a Shaolin monk came out and asked: "Where did the donor come from, is it a horse that sent children to practice martial arts?"

Cen Weiyong nodded.

The monk folded his hands and said, "The donor is late, and the quota for recruiting lay disciples is full, so you can try it next year." ”

Cen Weiyong replied, "You are new and don't know me. My name is Cen Weiyong, I turned out to be a lay disciple here, Master Huiyuan is my master, how is he now?"

The monk's eyes lit up and said, "I've heard that the senior is a senior disciple of Master Huiyuan, and the master is in good health, you wait a minute, I'll go and inform the master." ”

"Thank you then. ”

After a while, a burly figure. A monk in his fifties hurriedly walked out, and when the two met, Cen Weiyong shouted excitedly: "Master, the disciple has come to see you." "When you finish speaking, you have to kneel.

The monk hurriedly helped him up and said, "It's Wei Yong." I almost didn't recognize it. Okay, good, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, you are already middle-aged, and the master is old. The sun is setting, and the breath is dying. ”

Hui Yuan, a famous warrior monk of Shaolin Temple. Famous all over the world for his Shaolin stick method, his master Hong Zhuan, Hong Ji, Guang Press, Zong Xiang and other stick masters are even more powerful. Cen Weiyong did not suffer much under him, and he hated his master when he practiced martial arts, and now in retrospect, without his master's words and deeds, where would he be today.

Cen Weiyong patted his son on the shoulder and said, "Feng Han, kneel down, this is Daddy's master, your master." ”

Cen Fenghan hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

Hui Yuan looked at Cen Fenghan and said, "This is your son, what is his name, how old is he this year?"

"His name is Cen Fenghan, and he is six years old. ”

"Okay, good, you went up the mountain at the age of six to practice martial arts, went down the mountain at the age of sixteen, ten years of hard practice, and won the essence of the Shaolin stick method, today you are a drunkard who does not mean to drink, and you want your child to be a lay disciple in the Shaolin Temple, but unfortunately it is a little late. ”

Cen Weiyong hurriedly said: "Please also ask the master to complete, let Feng Han give it a try, if it's okay, you can leave him, if not, we'll leave immediately, don't trouble you." ”

Hui Yuan pondered for a moment and said: "That's it, I don't teach martial arts anymore, but there is a person who is serving as a stick master in the martial arts monastery, you know, it's your old enemy, dare you give it a try?"

Cen Weiyong's heart chuckled suddenly, the old opponent, it won't be Zhou Zhi'an, the cold sweat on his head came down, this Zhou Zhi'an went up the mountain with himself, the children of the rich family, who were older than them at that time, and his body was weak since he was a child, in order to make him strong and strong, the abbot began not to agree, thinking that he was not the material for martial arts, the family repeatedly requested, and took out the silver to decorate the bell tower and drum tower, the abbot reluctantly agreed, saying that if it really didn't work, he would send it back immediately. Zhou Zhi'an is also angry, gritting his teeth and holding on.

Zhou Zhi'an and Cen Weiyong don't deal with each other, Cen Weiyong is in good health, strong like a cow, on the first day to arrange the bed, Zhou Zhi'an came first, naturally he wants to occupy a good place, among the sleeping bunks. Cen Weiyong was not convinced, threw his bed cover to the innermost, and occupied it himself, the innermost was the toilet, smelly, and no one wanted to sleep. Zhou Zhi'an is not easy to mess with, he grabbed Cen Weiyong's cover and was about to throw it back, Cen Weiyong pushed it, Zhou Zhian couldn't hold his foot, and fell on all fours. The two got into a fight, and of course it was Zhou Zhi'an who suffered, and his nose and face were swollen after being beaten.

Master Huiyuan came to ask, the two of them each played fifty boards, confined and confined Zhou Zhi'an was not convinced, Huiyuan said: "If you are not convinced, you will continue to fight, and if you enter the Shaolin Temple, you are here to learn to fight. ”

Well, this is the most vivid lesson that the master has taught them, the law of the jungle is the strong, and there is no reason to talk about it. You want to get ahead here, rely on your fists, you can fight, you are the boss, you can't, waiting to be bullied, you can't cry, let alone sue. Master Huiyuan said: "The disciples who walked out of the Shaolin Temple Warrior Monastery died standing up, and no one has been stabbed in the back so far. You must all know the story of the thirteen warrior monks who saved the Tang King, they not only made miraculous achievements, but also captured Wang Shichong's nephew, generalissimo Wang Renze, no martial arts. If you can't stand it, roll down the mountain immediately, don't be embarrassed here. ”

Zhou Zhi'an swallowed this breath, and since then, the two have been fighting against each other for ten years, and Cen Weiyong has always pressed him and did not let him turn over.

Master Huiyuan looked at Cen Weiyong and said with a smile: "It's really feng shui in turn, Zhou Zhi'an has continued to stay in the Shaolin Temple since you went down the mountain to practice martial arts, and in the third year after you left, the family suffered a great disaster, and after being robbed by bandits, he killed dozens of people in their family, and the bones were mountains and rivers of blood." Zhou Zhi'an was instructed by the abbot to go down the mountain to take revenge, so that an iron rod broke the mountain gate, attacked the thief's cottage, and also killed a river of blood. He is now working as a stick master at the Warrior Monastery. ”

Cen Weiyong couldn't help but gasp, is his son Cen Fenghan still good under him, hesitated, and finally asked the master: "Master, the Shi Shaoli stick technique I learned, the wind chill knife technique is also good, let him learn the Shaolin knife technique." ”

Without waiting for Master Huiyuan to answer, Cen Fenghan spoke: "Dad, isn't it your old rival, what are you afraid of, you often say that you can't get a tiger in the tiger's den, I'm really optimistic about Master Zhou, just follow him to learn, and you can still eat me." ”

Cen Weiyong was stunned. This kid is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, whether it is good or bad, even he can't figure it out.

On the contrary, Master Huiyuan squinted his eyes and stared at Cen Fenghan for a long time, this small child has an unruly character, this character is very beneficial to people who practice martial arts, and can arouse his spirit of never admitting defeat and tenacious perseverance, Shaolin martial arts are all over the world, but it is not so simple to practice a real kung fu, how many children have passed the first level, and there are many who give up halfway, and they can't endure this hardship. Therefore, Shaolin's martial arts are like dragons, all in perseverance. The water drop stone wears perseverance, and the furnace is pure for a hundred years.

It is rare for a child like Cen Fenghan to dare to be tough, that is, bold and careful, and it is definitely good material. But Master Huiyuan is also secretly worried that good iron can be refined into steel, all thanks to the skillful hands of the steel master, and there are times when good iron becomes stubborn iron, and it will be too late to adjust it. It's the same for people, who can not only keep fit and strengthen their bodies, but also learn a sense of responsibility, self-confidence and mission through hardship. At the same time, in the infinite perseverance, the shaping of wisdom, character, ability, and popularity is the connotation of the element. But the master's teaching was crooked, which made him feel guilty, and he practiced martial arts purely for the sake of practicing martial arts, and it was counterproductive to take revenge as his ultimate goal.

Jin Wuzu is no one, and there are many scum in the warriors of the Shaolin Temple of Songshan Shaolin Temple, who are evil outside, and the destructive power is great, which tarnishes the reputation of the Shaolin Temple.

But Master Huiyuan did not say it, out of the difficulties, who knows, maybe it is in response to such a sentence, the heavens will descend on the great task of people, must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they cannot.

Cen Weiyong can't persuade anymore, maybe this is his son's life, and people have to accept their fate.

Master Hui Yuan finally said: "Wei Yong, I think so, let's go to the Warrior Monastery to meet Zhou Zhi'an first, and see what he says, if he is willing to accept your son, it is best, if he is unwilling, I will think of other ways." ”

Cen Weiyong nodded. (To be continued......)