Entering Wu in the cold rainy night, I see off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other like a heart filled with ice in a jade pot.
——"Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower" by Wang Changling
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Hu Changgang was startled, and was about to hold his stick on guard when a thought occurred to him, and he nodded and smiled. He clasped his hands together and said, "Brother Fu, is this you?"
Bai Fu laughed heartily, jumped out from the reeds, and said, "I wanted to scare you, but I underestimated your cultivation. It seems that you have indeed obtained the Fa."
Hu Changgang smiled and said: "I still haven't obtained the Fa. I don't know if you know it." After that, he jumped back to the shore. The two brothers hugged each other warmly, just like before.
Sitting down on his knees, Hu Changgang said: "When I returned to Shu, my parents wanted me to get married and have children, so they wouldn't let me go back to Shaolin. I stayed in Jiangyou for half a year, but I really couldn't stay any longer. I had seen the outside world and I couldn't go back.
So, I returned to Shaolin and followed Master's instructions. I chopped firewood, carried water, pounded rice and winnowed chaff every day, and meditated while walking and sitting. The summer was hot and the winter was cold, and my kung fu gradually improved. I don't lie about being a monk, and I have no knowledge of martial arts now.
Then focus on it, let it take its own course. Eliminate distracting thoughts, accept troubles, realize prajna, and achieve full enlightenment and joy. This is where my practice lies."
Bai Fu smiled and said: "You are becoming more and more like a little mage. From martial arts to Taoism, from painting to Taoism, from music to Taoism, the essence is the same, all for the purpose of getting a glimpse of the way of heaven, understanding life, and understanding life and death. If you get it in the future
The Dharma must come to save me first, so don’t forget these words.”
Time was running out, so the two of them waved goodbye without saying anything more.
Bai Fu watched the boat sail into the big river and disappear between the water and the sky. He was inexplicably melancholy. If we say goodbye today, we will see you again. Just like the poem of the banished immortal: "The shadow of the lonely sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen in the sky."
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Returning to the Shaolin Temple, it was already daybreak. Bai Fu was about to go back to his room to wash up. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard a burst of noise in the courtyard, and a group of Shaolin monks gathered around him. The Shaolin monks who besieged him in front of the mountain gate the day before yesterday were also among them, pointing at him.
Give pointers.
The leader shouted: "Take down this traitor!" A group of monks surrounded him.
Bai Fu recognized a stick monk who besieged him yesterday and mocked: "What? You can't afford to lose, are you looking for someone to take revenge?"
The leading monk shouted: "You bold thief, how dare you steal the sacred objects of Shaolin! If you don't hand over the sacred objects, you will be captured without mercy!"
Bai Fu sneered and said, "Oh, Shaolin disciples have also learned how to frame someone up."
Another older monk clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the donor should not rant, the evidence is here, let's see how you quibble?
After saying that, with a wave of his hand, a monk walked up to the crowd and showed off a set of black night clothes, which were exactly what Bai Fu wore last night, before he could put them in his bag.
The elderly monk said: "This set of night clothes was found from the donor's room, and there are still hair and skin flakes of the donor on the clothes. The donor will not deny it, right?"
Bai Fu asked back: "Randomly searching the guest's room and searching the guest's clothes is your Shaolin way of hospitality?"
The leading monk shouted: "Bold thief, the Shaolin holy relics placed in the Main Hall were stolen last night. This matter is of great importance. Of course, every guest must be investigated!"
Bai Fu said: "That only means that I used the night clothes, but it does not mean that I have stolen Shaolin sacred objects."
The elderly monk stopped talking, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were bright and focused on Bai Fu, and he said slowly: "The donor is very skilled in martial arts, and he is also very sharp in teeth.
The sacred objects stolen last night include the four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra written by the Patriarch Bodhidharma, the gold tin staff, the Bodhidharma Fuhu Stick, the incense board, the wooden fish and other Zen forest elephant utensils used by the Patriarch Bodhidharma.
Among them, the incense board is secretly made from Songshan agarwood and has a special fragrance. This smell still remains on the donor's body. Although the fragrance is light, it lasts for a long time after being touched. The donor is not a Shaolin disciple, so there should be no
Opportunity to come into contact with the incense stick. If there is no reasonable explanation, we can only suspect that the donor stole Shaolin sacred objects."
Bai Fu was startled and thought to himself: "This fragrance must have been acquired when I met Hu Changgang and hugged him. But if I tell the truth, wouldn't I have harmed Hu Changgang? Besides, what happened to the golden tin stick? I didn't see Hu Changgang say goodbye.
Are you always carrying a tin stick?" Bai Fu couldn't make up his mind for a while.
The older monk saw Bai Fu's eyes moving and not moving, which strengthened his judgment that Bai Fu was the thief. So he nodded slightly to the leading monk.
The leading monk shouted loudly: "Form the Arhat Subduing Demon Array, capture this thief, and hand it over to Bodhidharma Academy!"
With an order, the thirteen stick monks quickly dispersed and formed a great array of Arhats to subdue demons. The martial arts of these fifteen stick monks were obviously higher than those of the stick monks who were watching the night in front of the mountain gate. They were well-trained and moved quickly. Formation 1
Knotted, interlocking, offensive and defensive balance, imposing momentum.
Bai Fu sneered and said, "Instead of catching the real culprit, you are wasting your time on me. Don't regret it in the future. Don't say I didn't warn you."
The older monk said: "Amitabha, the evidence is conclusive now. The donor is still trying to make excuses and fish in troubled waters. If you continue to resist stubbornly, don't blame our men for being ruthless."
The leading monk then shouted: "The person who is arresting you this time is the law enforcement monk of Luohan Hall. I advise you to just surrender and arrest yourself to avoid humiliating yourself."
Bai Fu laughed heartily and said: "Everyone in the world knows the story of the Thirteen Stick Monks of Luohan Hall who rescued the King of Tang Dynasty. I have the honor to learn it in person today, and my visit to Shaolin is not in vain."
Having said that, Bai Fu did not dare to raise his sword and slowly drew out his long sword. He held the sword formula in his hand and pointed it at the monks from a distance.
Bai Fu held the sword in his hand, like a sharp sword out of its scabbard, straight and sharp, and a deep cold sword energy overflowed. The older monk was startled and thought to himself: "What a powerful young man, no wonder he is so confident." He was facing the leader.
The monk made a gesture.
The leading monk understood the idea and shouted: "Yaksha is coming on the waves, and the waves will set the East China Sea."
The three stick monks surrounded Bai Fu and used the Yaksha stick technique to attack in a "pin" shape. The three men divided into three groups and swept across with sticks, leaving Bai Fu unable to retreat.
One person flew up, slashed a stick diagonally in the air, and hit Bai Fu's head. The middle person used strength from his waist and abdomen to sweep across the entire army. The third person was as agile as an ape, rolled on the ground, cut into Bai Fu's body, and swept towards Bai Fu's ankles.
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As the saying goes: a spear pricks a line and a stick hits a large area. Sweeping can best reflect the power of the stick technique. These three monks have a tacit understanding of attack and defense. They follow each other, fly up and down, and fully display the power of the stick technique.
A person's name is like a tree's shadow. It can be seen from this that the Thirteen Stick Monks of Luohan Hall are indeed worthy of their reputation.
Bai Fu could attack and break through, but in the end he chose to avoid his sharpness and attack his laziness. He wanted to test the strength of the Thirteen Stick Monks of Luohan Hall.
Bai Fu deployed his Eagle Strike Technique, transformed in mid-air to breathe, and flew upside down like a hummingbird, rising ten feet out of thin air to avoid the attacks of the three stick monks.
If the head of Bodhidharma Academy or Luohan Hall were here and saw this shocking Qinggong, it can be inferred that Bai Fu's martial arts would definitely stop the fight. Bai Fu did not fly to break through the encirclement, but just jumped into the air to avoid the attack, which shows that there is no way
Fear of the stick formation. Unfortunately, the monks in Luohan Hall were not aware of this. They simply understood that Bai Fu had no courage to fight and would only run away.