Lin Aofeng tilted his head, supported his chin with one finger, and asked very cutely: "Dad, do you not want me anymore?! Are you going to leave me in the temple?!"

When Cheng Xuemei heard her son's words, the tears she had just held back burst out like a waterfall flowing again. She covered her face with her hands and ran out of the meditation room. Lin Guodong held back his tears and said with a forced smile: "Baby,

How could your parents not want you?! Mom and dad are really busy, but don’t worry, they will come to see you every year at this time, for up to four years. After four years, your parents will definitely come to pick you up!" Then Lin Guodong looked at it.

Abbot Huineng handed the son in his hand to Abbot Huineng for a while and said: "Abbot Huineng, I give my son to you today."

"Amitabha!" Abbot Huineng clasped his hands together and said, "Almsgiver Lin, please rest assured! You and Mrs. Ling can rest assured of Master Ling's safety in this temple! In four years, I will definitely return a lively child to you!"

Lin Guodong looked at the son in his arms. Although he was unwilling to bear it, for the safety of the child, he gritted his teeth and handed Lin Aofeng to Abbot Huineng, saying: "Master, I will leave the child to you!"

Lin Guodong turned around and ran out of the meditation room with tears in his eyes.

"Dad..." Lin Aofeng, who once again tasted the feeling of being an "orphan", shouted hysterically in the arms of Abbot Huineng, looking at his father's disappearing back.

Lin Guodong, who ran outside the Zen room, heard his son's cry, paused, turned to look at the Zen room, lowered his head and walked quickly outside the temple.

When he came to the gate of the temple, Lin Guodong saw his wife sitting on the stone steps crying. He sighed and walked over, sat down next to his wife, stretched out his hand to rub Cheng Xuemei into his arms, and said: "Xuemei, don't cry.

Oh! My heart will break if you cry again."

It was okay if Lin Guodong didn't say anything. When he said this, Cheng Xuemei cried even harder. After about an hour, maybe Cheng Xuemei was tired from crying; maybe Cheng Xuemei was "stupid"... Cheng Xuemei's crying stopped.

She snuggled into her husband's arms with a reluctance...

The sun was setting, and the heartbroken man was at the end of the world. Cheng Xuemei, who was separated from her son at this time, deeply understood the meaning of this sentence. She looked stupidly at the red sun in the sky slowly disappearing under the horizon, and said: "Ziliang, let's go back

Bar!"

"Okay!" Lin Guodong responded, stroking his wife who turned around every step of the way and slowly walked down the mountain.

When Lin Guodong and Cheng Xuemei came down the mountain, Abbot Huineng had just comforted Lin Aofeng. A kind-hearted old monk knocked on the door and walked into the abbot's Zen room. He clasped his hands together and saluted the abbot and said, "Brother Abbot!" Huineng

The abbot nodded towards the old monk and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Huide, is the disciple you are interested in this child?!"

Huide looked at Lin Aofeng who was standing in front of Abbot Huineng, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Thank you, senior brother, I will take this child away first!"

"Junior brother, please wait!" Huide was stunned and asked: "Senior brother, what else can I do?!"

Huineng hesitated for a moment and said, "I promised his parents that he would stay in the temple for four years and let them meet the child every year today." Before Abbot Huineng could finish his words, Huide smiled and said, "Brother, you are too worried.

Yes! This child and I have only had a master-disciple relationship for three years. As for the meeting between this child and his parents, I hope my senior brother will send someone to remind him when the time comes."

"Amitabha!" Abbot Huineng recited a Buddha's name and said, "Junior brother, this boy is too violent. Do you really plan to teach him martial arts?!"

Huide nodded and said: "Although he is too violent, his features are full of righteousness. Our Buddhist martial arts emphasizes the integration of Zen and martial arts. I believe he can resolve these violent spirits through martial arts practice."

"Hey! What are you two talking about?! I'm just staying in the temple temporarily. My mother will come back to pick me up after a while." When brothers Huineng and Huide were discussing whether they should teach Lin Aofeng's martial arts,

Lin Aofeng's voice rang out. Huide came back to his senses, smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch Lin Aofeng's joints a few times, and asked: "Are you willing to be my disciple?!"

Lin Aofeng looked at Huide with confusion and asked: "What are the benefits of being your disciple?!"

Huide smiled and said: "I can teach you martial arts and make you a great hero in the world."

Lin Aofeng pouted and said: "Great hero, I think the big bear is about the same. No matter how high your martial arts skills are and how good your skills are, can you still be faster than a bullet?!"

Huide replied: "Although you can't be faster than a bullet, martial arts can at least save your life at a critical moment."

"Pfft!" Lin Aofeng suddenly knelt down on the ground: "Master, please accept my disciple's three bows!"

"What a smart boy!" Abbot Huineng couldn't help but praise. Huide smiled and nodded slightly, helped Lin Aofeng up, and said, "Senior brother, please don't worry! Junior brother, I will do my best to cultivate this child."

"Amitabha! How good it is!" Abbot Huineng clasped his hands together and said, "Junior brother, since you have made up your mind, I won't say anything more. You go!"

"Yes! Senior brother!" Hui De and Lin Aofeng bowed to Abbot Huineng and then left the Zen room. When there was no one around, Hui De picked up Lin Aofeng and used Qinggong to climb over the wall and left the temple. Looking at the moonlight along the way,

Lin Aofeng looked at Huide like a curious baby and asked: "Master, where are you taking me to?! Don't all monks live in temples?!"

Huide smiled as he ran and replied: "You can say that monks live in temples, or you can say that they don't. Your master, I don't like to stay in temples and be restrained. You'd better take a look at the night view. You'll know when you get there.

.”

"Oh!" Lin Aofeng responded noncommittally, and at the same time muttered in his heart: "This is the first time I have seen a monk who is unwilling to ring the bell and chant sutras in the temple. And the even more miserable monk is my master!..."

After about an hour or so, Huide led Lin Aofeng into an inconspicuous hillside. Looking at the three thatched huts nearby, Lin Aofeng tilted his head and looked at Huide and asked: "Master! What will we do next?

Do you just live here?!”

"Yes!" Huide took a deep breath and led Lin Aofeng into a thatched house in the middle, lit the candle on the table, took out two steamed buns from his arms and handed them to Lin Aofeng and said: "Eat!

After eating, go to bed early. I will teach you Southern Shaolin martial arts starting tomorrow morning."

"Southern Shaolin?!" Lin Aofeng muttered and looked at Huide with a puzzled look. Huide left and understood what Lin Aofeng meant, and briefly told his own experience. After listening to Huide's introduction, Lin Aofeng

Asked: "I have learned your martial arts, do I want to become a monk?!"

When Huide heard Lin Aofeng's words, he couldn't help laughing and said: "You kid, you are so interesting! What is the difference between becoming a monk and being at home?! Being a monk means being at home, and being at home is also the same as becoming a monk. You can practice wherever you are."

Then Huide changed the topic and said: "You are not suitable for becoming a monk, but you must promise me that you will pass on martial arts in the future!"

Lin Aofeng nodded heavily and responded: "Master, don't worry!"...

There was no talk all night, and in the early morning of the next day, the rooster had just crowed. He was so excited that he didn't sleep all night because he knew that he was going to learn Shaolin martial arts. Lin Aofeng, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by Huide. He put on his clothes and took a shower.

Breathing heavily, he walked out of the thatched hut, staggered to Huide's side and asked: "Master! Why did you get up so early?!"

Huide said with a straight face: "Today is the first day, I don't blame you! From now on, you will get up at this time every day, fill the water tank with water and then eat. After eating, chop wood. When should you chop?

When you have two loads of firewood, you can start practicing martial arts. It’s getting late, so go ahead and work!”

"Oh!" Lin Aofeng responded, ran to the water tank, picked up an empty bucket and was about to go to the creek not far away to get water, Huide stopped Lin Aofeng and said: "Two buckets, don't be lazy!

"

Lin Aofeng pursed his lips, turned around, picked up another bucket and left quickly. Looking at Lin Aofeng's leaving back, Huide sighed...

If it were before the soul traveled, these physical and arm strength training would be a piece of cake for Lin Aofeng, but for Lin Aofeng who is only about four years old now, it can be said to be two hills that weigh on him. After a busy day, Lin Aofeng was approaching noon.

Carrying the ax and dragging two bundles of firewood back to the thatched house, he sat down on the ground and muttered: "Grandma is such a bear, I am so exhausted!"

After regaining his breath, Lin Aofeng put away the firewood and axe, walked into the thatched house and said to Huide: "Master, the water tank is full! The firewood has also been chopped!"

Huide, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes and said, "Go and eat! Come to me after you finish eating!"

"Oh!" Lin Aofeng responded and exited Huide's room. After eating, Lin Aofeng lingered in front of Huide's room door for a while, then reached out and knocked on the door: "Master, my meal is ready!"

"Come in!" Hearing Huide's voice, Lin Aofeng opened the door and walked into Huide's room. Huide began to teach Lin Aofeng martial arts... Lin Aofeng practiced hard during the day, took medicinal baths at night, and then received Huide's whole body

Massage. Day after day goes by in a flash, and half a year has passed before I know it.

At noon that day, snowflakes suddenly fluttered in the clear sky. Standing in the open space, Lin Aofeng looked at the fluttering snowflakes and slowly closed his eyes. While doing Arhat Boxing, he recalled his visit to the Thousand Buddha Hall of Songshan Shaolin Temple in his previous life. Inside the hall

The colorful mural "Five Hundred Arhats Going to Pilu" is painted on the wall. The picture is based on landscapes and clouds, and the Five Hundred Arhats are divided into upper, middle and lower layers. The Arhats in the painting have vivid images and different postures.

Lifelike. Eighteen Arhats including crouching tiger, subduing dragon, flicking sleeves, long eyebrows, walking on the ground, piercing clouds, one-armed, lame, iron crutch, literary, martial, stupid, crazy, silly, tea, drunk, crazy and crazy

The form, either moving or still, soft or hard, crazy or crazy, is combined with the Luohan Boxing he has learned. Lin Aofeng's boxing speed and body technique went from slow to fast, then from fast to slow, and then entered a uniform speed.

, the opening and closing of the boxing method is not large, the long and short hands are used together, the footwork is changeable, both internal and external, the balance of hardness and softness, the footwork is flexible, the moves are sometimes fierce, sometimes soft, used to break and grab, to grab and control, with equal emphasis on the hands and feet, and the lower body is especially stable.

Every punch he punched gave people a heavy and simple feeling, like a master who had been practicing Luohan Quan for decades. After about two hours, Lin Aofeng stopped and stood quietly on the spot, recalling the feeling just now.
Chapter completed!