Cheng Guan said: "It is recorded in the classics of Prajna Hall. During the Five Dynasties and the Later Jin Dynasty, there was a Zen master Fahui in this temple who was born with Su Hui. He only entered the temple for thirty-six years and practiced One Finger Zen.
The progress has been rapid, unprecedented and unprecedented.
It is expected that he must have been a great martial arts master in his previous life, and many of his skills were brought about by his previous life. Secondly, during the Jianyan period of the Southern Song Dynasty, there was a Zen master Lingxing, who only spent thirty-nine years.
Those are all talented and intelligent geniuses who are rare to see in a century. They are so admirable. We, the descendants, can only appreciate the magnificent things of that time through our imagination."
Fang Yudao: "How long did it take you to start learning martial arts and practice One Finger Zen?"
Cheng Guan smiled and said: "My nephew started to learn Shaolin Changquan when he was eleven years old. Finally, he was very lucky. He studied under Zen Master Huizhi and learned much faster than his fellow disciples. By the time he was fifty-three years old, he
This fingering method has given me a glimpse of the secret."
Fang Yu said: "You started practicing at the age of eleven, and when you were fifty-three, it took you a total of forty-two years to master it?"
Cheng Guan was very proud and said: "It took me forty-two years to practice one-finger Zen. In the more than a thousand years of this sect, I ranked third."
After a pause, he added: "However, my internal strength is mediocre. In terms of finger strength, I'm afraid it ranks below seventy." After saying this, he couldn't help but feel frustrated.
Fang Yu thought to himself: "It doesn't matter whether you are ranked third or seventy-third. I didn't practice martial arts in my previous life. It seems that I didn't bring any martial arts from my mother's womb. It will take me forty-two years to practice this finger technique. That little girl and I
They are all old men and women in their 50s and 60s. I am still practicing shit!"
Fang Yu said: "This little girl can only practice for one or two years, but you have to practice for forty or fifty years before you can beat her. It's really bad."
Cheng Guan had already thought about this, and kept thinking about it in his mind, saying, "Yes, yes! Our Shaolin martial arts can be compared to others like this. It's really...not...not that good."
Fang Yu said: "What's not good, it's simply terrible. Our Shaolin sect will no longer be able to catch the bull's ear or the horse's ear in the martial arts world right now."
You are the leader of the Prajna Hall. How can you be worthy of the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple who have lived for tens of thousands of years? After you die, what kind of Zen master will you see and what kind of Zen master will you be?
By the way, there is also my senior brother, Zen Master Hui Zhi. Everyone is accusing you, saying that you just eat and shit, but do nothing and don’t think of ways to preserve the prestige of the Shaolin sect. Isn’t it shameful and embarrassing?”
Old Cheng Guan's face turned red and he was very frightened. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Uncle Master's instructions are correct. When my nephew goes back, he will look through the martial arts books in the Prajna Hall to see if there is any magic method that can be achieved quickly."
Fang Yu said happily: "Yes, if you can't find out, our Shaolin sect will no longer have to hang out in the martial arts world. Why don't we invite these two little girls to come, and let the older one be the abbot and the younger one be the head of the Prajna Hall."
The two of them are here to teach martial arts, and they must be much better than our stupid kungfu."
Cheng Guan was startled and asked: "How can these two female benefactors be the first abbot of this temple?"
Fang Yu said: "Who taught you that you can't think of a quick way to achieve martial arts? It's embarrassing for the abbot and it's embarrassing for you. Needless to say, the Shaolin sect has no place in the martial arts from now on."
There are thousands of monks in this temple, and they all have to change their ways to worship two little girls as their teachers. Everyone says that what is the use of spending decades learning Shaolin martial arts?
The two little girls only learned it for a year and a half, and then they broke the hands and feet of the Shaolin Temple monk with a click. It is important for everyone to save their hands and feet, so why not invite the little girl to be the head of the Prajna Hall."
These words only made Cheng Guan sweat trickle down his forehead, his hands couldn't help shaking, and he said in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes! Please invite two little girls to be the abbot of this temple, the head of the throne, alas, that... that's too much
It’s embarrassing.”
Fang Yu said: "Isn't that right? We won't accept the Shaolin sect at that time."
Cheng Guan asked: "Then... what kind of sect is that?"
Fang Yu said: "It's better to just call it Girl's sect and change Shaolin Temple into Girl's Temple. Just take down the plaque on the mountain gate, scrape off the word "Lin" and replace it with the word "女". Only change one word, then
It’s also easy to get tight.”
Cheng Guan's face was as pale as earth, and he hurriedly said: "No, no.
!I...I'll think of something right now. Uncle, I'm sorry for not accompanying my nephew." He bowed with his hands together, turned around and left.
Fang Yu said: "Wait a minute! This matter needs to be kept secret. If someone in the temple knows about it, it will be very wrong."
Cheng Guan asked: "Why?"
Fang Yu said: "Everyone can't believe you, and I don't know if you can think of a solution. The two little girls are still recovering from their injuries in the temple. Everyone was frightened and went to kowtow to become their masters. Wouldn't our huge Shaolin sect just break up?"
Cheng Guan said: "What my uncle pointed out is that this matter is related to the rise and fall of our sect, which is absolutely impossible to say."
He was so grateful in his heart, thinking that although this uncle was young, he had a far-sighted vision. The senior master was really great. If it weren't for his clear spiritual platform and his profound knowledge and insights, the Shaolin sect would have turned into a girl sect, and the thousand-year-old sect would have been doomed.
Fang Yu saw him leaving in a hurry, his robe sleeves were trembling, and he was obviously very frightened. He thought to himself: "The old monk has spent his life trying to think of something, and there will always be some way to come up with it. Everyone knows that my words are full of flaws.
But as long as he doesn't discuss it with others, I don't think this stupid monk will know that I'm lying to him."
Fang Yu thought of the beautiful little girl lying on the couch, and felt distracted for a while, wanting to go into the room and take a look at her.
He turned back and walked a few steps when he suddenly saw a flash of blue skirt under the door curtain. He remembered that the girl in blue shirt was ruthless and without Cheng Guan as escort, she had to suffer a lot when entering the room alone. He had to sigh and go back
Rest in your own meditation room.
I got up early the next morning and went to Dongchan Monastery to visit. The old monk who was treating the patient put his hands together and said, "Good morning, uncle."
Fang Yu said: "Is the female donor's injury getting better?"
The old monk said: "The female benefactor woke up in the middle of the night and knew that she was in this temple and must leave immediately. She uttered rude words. My nephew tried to persuade her. She said she would never die in this little... little... little monk
In the temple."
Fang Yu listened to his hesitation and knew that the little girl was either calling him a "little yin thief" or a "little evil monk", and asked, "What about that?"
The old monk said: "My nephew did not dare to stop me. Anyway, the female donor's injuries were not serious, so I had to let them go. I have already reported the matter to the abbot."
Fang Yu nodded, feeling bored, and thought to himself: "Where did this little girl go? She has no name, how can we find out?"
Fang Yu mentally blamed the old monk for not doing the job well and complained a few words. But then he thought: "These two girls are beautiful and very different from each other. They all have their own skills when they attack, and they will eventually find out."
” Then he walked to the Prajna Hall.
I saw Cheng Guan sitting on the ground, with hundreds of books piled around him, holding his head in his hands, thinking hard, with red threads in his eyes. He had probably stayed up all night. Looking at his appearance, it was obvious that he had not thought of any good method.
When he saw Fang Yu come in, he looked at him blankly, as if he didn't know, but he was concentrating on thinking and turning a blind eye to everything around him.
Seeing his distressed expression, Fang Yu wanted to comfort him and tell him that the two little girls had gone and there was no need to worry. Then he thought: "How could he have figured it out if he didn't pay attention? I'm afraid that if I say this, this old man
The monk then engaged in laziness."
Another month later, Fang Yu often walked to the Prajna Hall, but he saw Cheng Guan, who was so thin and solitary, with a haggard look, silent and as if he was demented. Sometimes he would stand up and punch and kick him, and then he would shake his head and sit down.
Fang Yu only thought that the old monk was very stupid. After thinking hard for more than a month, he still couldn't find any solution. However, he didn't know that every branch of Shaolin martial arts emphasizes a solid foundation and prefers slowness to speed.
Seeking quick results is a taboo in Shaolin martial arts. Although Cheng Guan knows almost everything about martial arts in the world, asking him to break the taboos of his sect and create new methods of quick results is totally inconsistent with what he has learned all his life.
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The weather is getting warmer, and Fang Yu has been in the temple for several months. These days, he thinks of the girl in green shirt dozens of times every day.
It was a boring day, and I carried a lot of money. I went west down Shaoshi Mountain and came to a big town called Tantou Town. I went to a clothing store and bought a set of clothes, towels, shoes, and socks, and changed them in a cave outside the town.
superior.
Fang Yu put the monk's robes and shoes into his bag and carried it on his back. Looking at the stream, he looked like a boy from a rich family. When he returned to town, he had a feast of chicken, duck and fish in a restaurant.
Fang Yu thought to himself: "Now we have to find a casino and gamble big."
He knew that the casino must be in an alley, so he walked through the streets and looked around.
Every time he walked into an alley, he could hear the sound of shouting and shouting. When he found the seventh alley, he finally heard someone shouting: "Tianjiu King, take it all!"
These words penetrated my ears, and they were really indescribably comfortable. Compared with the "Namo Amitabha" I heard all the time in the Shaolin Temple, they were really different from the Western Paradise and the eighteen levels of hell.
He quickly approached and stretched out his hand to open the door. A man in his forties, wearing his hat on one side, came out, looked at him askance, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Fang Yu took out a piece of silver from his arms, tossed it in his hand, and said with a smile: "My hands are itchy, so let's lose a few taels of silver."
The man said: "This is not a casino, this is a house. Little brother, if you want to prostitute a girl, come here in a few years."
Fang Yu had been gambling for a long time. When he heard the words "Tian Jiu Wang, take it all", his heart dropped. He had to gamble a few times. What's more, when he came to the brothel, he was back to his hometown. How could he leave again?
?
Fang Yu said with a smile: "Give me a few servants and a tea party. Today the young master will arrange three tables of fine wine." Then he put the two-ounce silver ingot into his hand and said with a smile.
: "I'll give you a drink."
Guinu City was overjoyed to see that a wealthy guest had arrived. His face was full of joy and he said, "Thank you, Master!"
He called out in a long voice: "We have a guest!" and welcomed him in respectfully.
The madam came out to greet him and saw a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old. He was very luxuriously dressed. He thought to himself: "This kid has stolen the family's money and spent it squandering it. I can give him a heavy blow."
The old madam held his hand with a smile and said: "Young master, the rules here are that you should get a good start. If you want to see the girl, you must first give her a reward."
Fang Yu had a straight face and said, "Are you kidding me that I haven't prostituted Chu'er before? We are experts, and this is what I do in my family."
As he spoke, he took out a stack of banknotes, about four hundred taels, slapped them on the table, and said: "It costs five taels of silver for a girl to make tea.
Qian. I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll double it up.”
A series of brothel lingo came out, but there was not a single word that was unprofessional, but the old madam was stunned for a long time, and then she smiled and said: "It turns out that it is the young master who is traveling with me. I must have been mistaken. I don't know the young master."