After that, Dakui got up every morning to practice Qigong and helped with some chores in the Taoist temple. Otherwise, he followed his second senior brother to collect medicines. Whenever he had free time, he would go to the lake to find Wu Jie. Wu Jie's Shaolin Stick Technique 'Splashing Crazy'
How could Da Kui learn the "Eighteen Strikes" in such complicated and subtle ways? In a hurry, he taught him step by step, and it took more than three months of direct teaching for Da Kui to master it.
When Da Kui learned how to do it, Wu Jie was in full bloom. When it was Da Kui's turn to teach boxing, Wu Jie was dumbfounded. Da Kui only knew long boxing, and it was the most basic three-way. Wu Jie patted his thigh and regretted it. He didn't even think of himself.
Although the "Po-Crazy Eighteen Fights" is complicated, it is much simpler and clearer than the internal boxing. It takes Dakui several months to learn the stick. How can he know the internal boxing with such a mind?
Wu Jie was so angry that he ignored Da Kui again. Although he still fished every day, he even threw the fish bones he had eaten into the lake. Da Kui was a little confused and couldn't help being stubborn: "You ignore me, and I won't ignore you."
From then on, every time Da Kui came to the lake to fetch water, he always stayed far away from Wu Jie, fetching water and then leaving.
Three more years passed by in a hurry, and now Dakui is covered with iron sand in cloth bags. He usually runs all over the mountain with a hundred kilograms of stone locks in his hands. Although he sweats profusely every day, he still grits his teeth and persists.
When Dakui had a little free time, he would find a deserted place to practice the "Po-Crazy Eighteen Strikes" diligently. Because Dakui's basic skills were very solid, every move was accurate. At first, he was a little slack while dancing on a pole with a heavy load on his body.
Later, I gradually understood how to take advantage of the situation and use a set of stick techniques to be very powerful.
Five years have built up Dakui's strong physique and proficient martial arts. Although he can barely master the flying rocks and stick techniques, now Dakui can easily fly rocks and hit birds when he turns around, and he can use stick techniques.
Wujie would probably be amazed when he saw it. As the saying goes: Diligence can make up for weakness, and the stupid bird will fly first. Dakui finally saw results with his own perseverance and sweat.
That day, Master Lingzhi called Dakui to his side and said, "You have been in Tiantai Mountain for five years. You still have a mother at home waiting for you to serve. You can go down the mountain."
Dakui stayed for a while, with tears on his face. He choked and said, "I can't bear to leave Master."
Master Lingzhi said: "Silly boy, there is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever." After a pause, he continued: "I have kept my acceptance of you as my disciple a secret. Don't make it public when you come down the mountain this time." Dakui knelt on the ground and walked over.
In front of Master Lingzhi, he hugged Master's legs and cried loudly.
Master Lingzhi said: "Go, your senior brother has prepared a bundle of clothes for you, you can go down the mountain today."
Dakui turned around with tears in his eyes and walked out of the master's room. Four senior brothers had been waiting outside the door early, and the senior brother was holding a baggage in his hand.
Da Kui knelt down toward the monastery outside the door of his master's room and choked with sobs: "Master, this disciple is stupid. I must not give up and accept this bad disciple like me. Master has taught me for five years. Please accept my five bows." As he spoke, Da Kui kowtowed five times.
After kowtowing for five times, Dakui's forehead was already stained with blood.
The senior brother came over and helped Da Kui up. The four senior brothers worked together to remove the iron sand bags from Da Kui's body one by one. Every time a sand bag was removed, Da Kui felt a little lighter. When all the sand bags were removed, a gust of wind blew up Da Kui's body.
I want to ride the wind back home.
The four senior brothers sent Dakui outside the mountain gate. The senior brother then said with seriousness and sincerity: "Master knows that you are acquainted with the Red Scarf Army Tang He and will be used by him in the future. Master is afraid that the fire of war will affect the mountain gate, so he has severed his master-disciple relationship with you.
"In the future, you must not say that you are a disciple of our Southern Dao Sect. I hope that my junior brother will do well for himself." Dakui was already crying.
The senior brother remembered something and said, "Wait a minute." He then entered the temple.
Not long after, Senior Brother Lingxuzi came out holding the fine iron pole that Dakui used to dive. Lingxuzi came to Dakui and said: "Junior brother, although you are capable of running away from flying rocks, you still have shortcomings in close combat.
You need to be more careful in the future. These carrying poles have been with you for many years, so you should keep them with you for self-defense."
Dakui shook his head with tears in his eyes and stepped back a few steps: "Although I am stupid, I also know that if I make a mistake, I will correct it. If I do anything wrong, Master can beat or scold me. But why doesn't Master want me?"
The eldest brother shouted sternly: "After you leave the mountain gate, there will be no master here. We are not your senior brothers either." Seeing that Da Kui still refused to leave, the eldest brother threw the baggage at Dakui's feet and shouted: "Get out of here."
He secretly used his inner strength to throw the pole with his hand, and the pole was inserted in front of Dakui's feet like a sharp blade with a strong wind. It was as casual as inserting tofu.
Then Lingxuzi turned around and entered the mountain gate with the other three juniors. The mountain gate closed with a bang as when he first came, and there was no more movement. Dakui stood outside the door stupidly, hoping that the master would change his mind and not drive him down the mountain. But it kept happening.
After standing there for a long time, the mountain gate never opened again.
Dakui bent down to pick up the baggage and went to pull out the pole, but unexpectedly he didn't pull it out. It should be noted that when Dakui practiced every day, he carried a weight of nearly three hundred kilograms and carried a stone lock to practice. His whole body strength was more than five hundred kilograms. Dakui couldn't help but make mistakes
Stubborn, he pushed hard with both hands and shouted "Hey" before pulling the pole out of the ground. The pole was nearly six feet long, but two feet deep into the ground. Dakui thought about it and suddenly realized, 'This must be Master
I asked my senior brother to teach me, but he refused to say it clearly. Thinking of this, Dakui giggled and turned around to go down the mountain.
Halfway through the journey, I suddenly remembered Monk Wujie. We had known each other for several years, and although we had some grudges over the exchange of martial arts, we always wanted to say hello before leaving. I thought of Dakui leaving by the Dahu Lake.
What a coincidence, monk Wujie happened to be fishing there, and there was a bonfire behind him. At this time, there was a big fish on the bonfire. Dakui walked to Wujie, but Wujie was completely unaware. Dakui patted Wujie gently.
Whoever thought that Wujie would feel like being pricked by a hedgehog jumped up with a look of alert. Wujie had been practicing martial arts for thirty years, and his hearing and eyesight were incomparable. Who would have thought that Dakui would walk behind him?
Didn't even know it.
Dakui chuckled and said, "I'm going home, so I came here to say goodbye to you."
Wujie looked at Dakui up and down, and found that the bags tied to his body were missing. He suddenly realized it, and couldn't help but admired: "It's really gratifying and congratulatory for this silly boy to practice amazing lightness kung fu."
Wujie stood up after saying that and said, "In that case, I will treat you to the fish again, as a gift!" Da Kui nodded with a silly smile, and together with Wujie gathered firewood and started a fire to grill the fish. The two of them followed.
Sitting by the lake, eating fish and chatting, Wujie explained to Dakui in detail some of the rules and experiences in the rivers and lakes. Dakui felt that he had benefited a lot. Unconsciously, it was almost noon, and Dakui and Wujie said goodbye reluctantly. Looking at the cliffs and waterfalls,
Dakui was so nostalgic for the blue waves and green lake that he finally gritted his teeth and turned away.