Walk into Shaolin Temple, face the bell tower and the drum tower, it is located on both sides of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the east is the bell tower, the west is the drum tower, the two buildings have four floors, the shape is ingenious, majestic and majestic, "morning bell and dusk drum" is a signal for the monks to live and carry out Buddhist activities.

The stele in front of the bell tower is engraved as "Emperor Songyue Shaolin Temple Stele", commonly known as "Li Shimin Stele", engraved in the 16th year of Tang Xuanzong. On the front is Li Shimin's teaching to the Shaolin Temple temple master and others, commending the Shaolin Temple monk to help Tang Pingding Wang Shichong's military exploits, the fifth line from the right has Li Shimin's initialled "Shimin" two words, the inscription "Emperor Taizong Wen Emperor's Imperial Book" seven big characters are Tang Xuanzong Li Longji imperial book. The back is engraved with Li Shimin's "Monument to the Imperial Book of Baiguzhuang of Shaolin Temple", which describes the story of the thirteen stick monks saving the King of Qin.

This is the greatest honor of Shaolin Temple.

When he came to the Warrior Monastery, the first thing Cen Fenghan saw was that under a huge stone wall, there were more than a dozen warrior monks standing upside down, and their heads were on the ground, their hands and ten were placed on their chests, their eyes closed, and they were motionless. It's like a wooden man. Handstand is also a kind of training to practice iron head gong. I used to practice a lot, so it's not a big deal. Entering the junior class of the Warrior Monastery, Cen Fenghan saw at a glance more than a dozen children of his age or older than him practicing squatting steps. The body basically did not move, a few did not do very well, a strong body, full of anger of the warrior monk came over and raised his foot and kicked, kicked down and then got up to continue practicing, not daring to scream.

Master Huiyuan was also surprised by this, and shouted loudly: "Zhi'an, look who is coming." ”

Zhou Zhi'an turned his head to look at them a little stunned, Cen Weiyong hurriedly clasped his hands into fists and said, "Senior brother, I am Wei Yong, senior brother is above, and I am bowed by my junior brother." ”

Zhou Zhi'an recognized him and replied with a sneer: "It's Senior Brother Wei Yong, what kind of wind blew you here today." ”

Cen Weiyong smiled and said, "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Are you okay?"

Zhou Zhi'an said: "What's good, it's just a matter of catching up every day, Cen Weiyong, what are you doing here, let's get straight to the point, I don't have time to work with you here anymore." ”

Cen Weiyong nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll get straight to the point, Feng Han, come and meet your master." ”

Cen Fenghan walked up and knelt down and was about to kowtow, Zhou Zhian waved his hand and said, "Slow down." Who is this?"

"My son Cen Fenghan, I sent him to the Shaolin Temple Martial Arts Monastery to practice martial arts, it just so happens that my senior brother is a master, who does he not worship you?"

Zhou Zhi'an said: "I don't accept disciples anymore, the quota is full." ”

Cen Weiyong smiled and said: "Wind and cold is the material for martial arts, even the master has recognized it, although Master Zhi'an has many misunderstandings in the past, it is already in the past, if the senior brother is still angry." Today, in front of everyone, I will make a compensatory deal with my senior brother, you don't remember the villain, it's okay. ”

Zhou Zhi'an still shook his head.

Cen Fenghan couldn't stand it anymore, and snorted from his nose and said, "Dad." Don't beg him anymore, if he really has the ability, he won't push back, only people who don't have the ability will pretend. Actually, it's nothing. If you don't follow such a master, let's go home and practice by ourselves. ”

Zhou Zhi'an's face turned red, and his angry body trembled. Pointing at Cen Fenghan and said: "I can't imagine that you are young, but you have a pair of sharp teeth, you can be a disciple under me, there are eleven apprentices around me now, and it stands to reason that there is really one less, they have been here for more than a month, and they have begun to learn the most basic Shaolin stick method, if you can beat them all down, I will accept you, how about it, dare you?"

Cen Feng glanced at them coldly and said, "Sun Tzu doesn't dare, the question is whether they dare to compete with me." ”

Okay, Cen Fenghan's words were very ruthless, and he offended all the eleven Shaolin lay disciples, and they all came up one by one, rolled up their arms and sleeves, and were ready to beat him.

Master Huiyuan nodded, this kid is really not simple, calm and relaxed, he didn't show the slightest fear at all, his radical method was successful, Zhou Zhi'an was still honest, he lost the first round in front of a child, and he didn't realize the loss. Cen Weiyong couldn't say anything, he taught his son the Shaolin stick method, which is also the most basic, as for whether he can defeat more than a dozen people, Cen Weiyong has no bottom in his heart, and he can't stop it, so he can only resign himself to fate.

At the sound of an order, eleven sticks were raised, and eleven imposing disciples put on a posture, in pairs, the front was a boy who was a head taller than Cen Fenghan and two years older than him, holding a stick and looking at Cen Fenghan contemptuously, his eyes were clearly saying, Xiaoxiao, I don't know how thick the sky is, let you brag, you can't find your way home if you don't fight today.

Cen Weiyong became nervous, and he didn't dare to come out.

Zhou Zhi'an sneered and stood aside, looking gloating.

Master Huiyuan touched his long beard and smiled without saying a word.

Cen Fenghan chose a stick, this one doesn't work, that one doesn't want it, and finally took a fancy to a black and shiny stick, standing taller than him, heavy, picked it up and shook it in the wind, whirring in the wind, throwing a shelf, smiled happily, and shouted: "That's it." ”

Without waiting for everyone to react, Cen Fenghan suddenly made a move, and the wooden stick hit the boy in front of him with a head and face, the boy was startled, and he raised the stick to block, who knew that Cen Fenghan was just a false move, as soon as the stick was collected, he immediately shot and took stock of him, and it was too late for the boy to hide again, Cen Fenghan's stick went up, just hit him in the crotch, and it was good now, the man knelt down with "plop", and almost fainted in pain.

Cen Fenghan didn't care about him, rushed into the team, the wooden stick swept up horizontally, the two people in front of him couldn't guard against it, one was swept to the waist and fell out, and the stick in one hand was simply picked up, Cen Fenghan flew up and kicked him aside, and the remaining eight disciples hurriedly formed a circle and surrounded Cen Fenghan in it.

Cen Weiyong learned the Shaolin Town Mountain Stick in Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin Town Mountain Stick has been passed down for hundreds of years, the stick method has the potential, the potential has the law, the law is useful, the strange and clumsy, the long and short are used, and the potential law is neat. In actual combat, there are techniques such as dialing, blocking, ringing, taking, twisting, winding, teasing, hanging, picking, intercepting, sealing, pressing, shafting, hitting, sweeping, splitting and so on. This stick is practiced with a vivid rhythm, dense stick technique, fast and brave. It is not easy to master, because the Shaolin Town Mountain Stick includes two parts, namely the "Yin Stick" two ways, the "Yang Stick" two ways, each road has eighteen potential movements, and the two ways are combined for a total of 36 sticks. Its routines are unpretentious, rigorous in structure, flexible and steady, and smooth in advance and retreat. To practice this stick method, you must pay attention to the coordination of body and weapons, and the strength method is complete. In actual combat, it is necessary to pay more attention to the theory of yin and yang and the theory of the art of war, such as the implication of the positive and the strange and the virtual, the rigid and the soft, the work and rest, the superiority and the inferiority, the yin and yang, and the long and short machine changes.

Cen Weiyong practiced hard in the martial monk monastery for ten years, and after returning home, he practiced for another ten years, before he understood the essence of the Shaolin Town Mountain Stick, the thirty-six road stick method was perfect, Cen Fenghan followed the learning, the time was not long, although it was also a little interesting, but it was more than a little worse, in Cen Weiyong's view, it was simply 108,000 miles. But from his son's moves just now, Cen Weiyong seemed to see the routine of the Shaolin Zhenshan stick, and what he didn't understand was that the technical method of the Zhenshan stick was unpretentious and powerful, so it did not have the trick of "sweeping a large piece of the stick", but used the short and brittle power to attack the stick to achieve a powerful move.

But just now a sweep of the son broke out so suddenly, and there is momentum, and the strength is just right, this is not a Zhenshan stick, but it combines the advantages of the Zhenshan stick, how did the son do it.

Zhou Zhi'an was dumbfounded, and Master Huiyuan looked up and nodded. Cen Weiyong looked at his son without blinking in his eyes in disbelief. The stick in Cen Fenghan's hand shook, provoked and blocked, and in one go, the eight Shaolin lay disciples were busy coping, and the circle they had just formed was quickly broken. Cen Fenghan's tactics are right, first separate them, divide them and break them, and deal with them one by one, it is dazzling, there is no scream, only the sound of sticks colliding and gasping, and if you are knocked down, you will stand up and re-enter the battle without saying a word, unless you can't get up.

After dozens of rounds, there were only five people left who could stand and continue fighting, Cen Fenghan and the four little monks, all of whom were injured, either with black bruises on their arms or limping on their legs, and they were still holding on. Cen Fenghan was even more wolfless, his face was bleeding from the stick, he didn't know how many sticks he had received on his body, and his clothes were torn, but he still stood stubbornly, his eyes were round, and he didn't look like he was defeated.

Master Huiyuan said to Zhou Zhi'an: "Zhi'an, do you continue to fight? Eleven Shaolin lay disciples were beaten down by others, don't you think it's very glorious?"

Zhou Zhi'an waved his hand and shouted: "Stop." After speaking, he strode over, came to Cen Fenghan's side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I will accept this apprentice." Cen Weiyong, I didn't expect that your kid would have this good son, more powerful than his father. Cen Fenghan, from now on you are a Shaolin lay disciple. ”

Cen Weiyong breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to his son: "Feng Han, don't kneel down and worship the teacher soon." ”

Cen Fenghan knelt down and kowtowed and said, "Feng Han greets the master." ”

Zhou Zhi'an ignored him, turned his head to Cen Weiyong and said, "But junior brother, my training is notoriously ruthless, aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to retaliate?"

Cen Weiyong replied: "I also came from when I know that heroes come from under the sticks. As for revenge or not, I believe that my senior brother will not be so cautious and can't get along with a child, this is not in line with your character, isn't it. ”

The muscles on Zhou Zhi'an's face twitched, and he didn't say anything.

Cen Fenghan stayed in Shaolin Temple, and when Zhou Zhi'an thought of this incident many years later, he still felt that his decision at that time was not wrong, Cen Fenghan was indeed a rare talent for martial arts, and it was rare to meet one in a hundred years. (To be continued......)