Long Ao Marvel

Thousands of miles away from Qiantang, in the northwest of Dengfeng County, Henan Province is Shaoshi Mountain, one of the Five Mountains. It is surrounded by mountains, with towering peaks, flowing streams, and lush forests. The environment is very elegant. There is an ancient temple at the foot of Wuru Mountain.

Because it is located in the forest of Shaoshi Mountain, it is called Shaolin Temple.

The Shaolin Temple was first built in the 19th year of Taihe in the Northern Wei Dynasty (495). Emperor Xiaowen Tuobahong ordered it to be built at the northern foot of Shaoshi Mountain in Songshan Mountain, opposite the capital Luoyang, in order to accommodate the Indian monk Batuo who came to teach Theravada Buddhism.

Thirty years later, Bodhidharma, the 28th generation disciple of Sakyamuni Buddha, traveled to the Central Plains to teach his yoga. One day, he passed by Shaolin and noticed that the bells and spirits here were beautiful and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed directly to Niu Dou. He wanted to stay and practice, but

The abbot at the time rejected his request.

Bodhidharma did not go there, but climbed up the mountain to find a cave and meditated there for nine years. It is said that during these nine years, he mostly sat facing the cave wall,

Even his shadow will remain on this stone wall forever.

Finally, the Shaolin monks were moved by his perseverance and allowed him to enter the temple. Bodhidharma became the first founder of Mahayana Zen in Shaolin.

During the nine years of visualization, Bodhidharma always insisted on exercising, so he was in good health. He found that all the monks here were skinny and weak, so he combined his Indian yoga skills with the martial arts that were popular in the local area and the army at that time.

He created the legendary martial arts and gave it to the monks to practice.

Since then, the Shaolin Temple has pioneered the path of integrating civil and military affairs, and the Shaolin monks have written countless epic and legendary stories in the history of more than a thousand years.

Shaolin Temple, the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism and the birthplace of Chinese martial arts, has now become the world-renowned No. 1 temple in China, attracting tens of thousands of Chinese and foreign tourists every day.

However, the real Shaolin Temple has long been hidden in the secret realm of Shaoshi Mountain, and only a small part of it is open to the world.

The Shaolin Temple in the secret realm is different from what we see in reality. Everything is more primitive and natural. There are no modern facilities on both sides of the mountain road entering the temple. The gaps between the stone steps are covered with moss. The not-so-wide temple door is hidden in the

Among the towering pines and cypresses, you can see a corner of the temple cornices exposed from the treetops. Without the disturbance of tourists, the Shaolin environment is quiet and peaceful. Apart from the leaves rustling in the wind, there are only monks chanting.

The sound came faintly from a distance.

The young man in white clothes climbed up the stairs, his steps steady and slow. The cold mountain wind made his clothes rustle, and his turban fluttered in the wind. Every step he took was as steady as a mountain, with almost no change in speed and span.

.

On the stone platform in front of the mountain gate, I don’t know when a fat monk had stood. He was wearing apricot yellow monk’s robes, with his left arm exposed, and his fiery red cassock fluttering in the wind. The monk frowned and stared, his lips tightened, and he had a certain smell.

Looking down at the majesty of all living beings, seeing the young man approaching slowly, he shouted loudly: "Shang Qi!"

The young man in white clothes was just getting angry. When the monk called him, he quickly walked a few steps and climbed onto the stone platform. He clasped his hands together with his right hand and respectfully returned the greeting: "Senior Brother Shang Ping."

The monk Shang Ping nodded slightly and punched without saying a word. He was already expecting the blow, and he raised his hand to receive the blow without any panic. The two of them started fighting in front of the mountain gate. Shang Ping switched from fist to palm.

Changing from palms to claws, he changed into three or four different martial arts routines in a dozen moves. It seems that he is quite proficient in Shaolin martial arts, while Shangqi only used the strange boxing techniques that Liu Zheng had seen to face the enemy, supplemented by Arhat.

Each of the fist moves may seem ordinary, but they contain tremendous power. The two people's surging internal energy shattered the howling mountain wind, forming many small cyclones on the stone platform. The ancient trees on both sides of the mountain road followed the internal energy.

The flow is swaying, countless

The leaves and pine needles fluttered down, and the figures that had not yet approached the stone platform flew away in the distance.

Shang Ping and Shang Qi hit each other with three palms in a row, making a thunderous sound. The fallen leaves on the ground flew in all directions, and soon the ground with the two people as the center was empty. Shang Ping used the power of his palms to move towards

After flying for several meters, he landed lightly, stood still and stopped attacking. Shangqi knew that his senior brother's test on him was over, so he also stopped the attack. The two of them started to move, and after dozens of moves, at this time

Standing opposite each other, their breaths were not disturbed at all.

Shang Ping's serious face finally had a smile at this time. He clasped his hands together and said: "Use the Half-step Beng Fist in conjunction with the Luohan Fist. From the simple moves, you can learn the unchanging fist intention to cope with the ever-changing changes. It's very

Good! Junior brother has been down the mountain for a few years, and his martial arts has improved again."

Without waiting for Shangqi to salute and express his thanks, Shang Ping changed the subject again and said: "It's just that Xingyi Quan and our own Luohan Quan have formed a fixed system, so when you make a move, you can't escape Master Guo's influence on you.

Influence. Shang Qi, I know your ambition, if you want to break through your own shackles and reach the pinnacle of martial arts, you can only create your own way."

Shangqi once again put his hands together and saluted, thanking his senior brother for his teachings. Shangping waved his hands and said with a smile: "Your martial arts will be as good as mine in a few years. You can only make your own way in martial arts. Okay.

Now come into the temple with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two young novice monks pushed open the mountain door. Shangqi followed Shang Ping into the temple and walked slowly deeper. The furnishings in the temple were no different from those three years ago. The morning exercises had ended.

Therefore, there was no one in the spacious martial arts training field. The monks were all doing morning lessons in the Zen courtyard. From time to time, the sound of chanting sutras drifted into Shangqi's ears. Shangqi spent his entire childhood and most of his youth in this temple.

Spend time, everything here makes him extremely friendly.

Shang Ping brought Shang Qi to the Sutra Pavilion and left. His task was just to welcome Shang Qi in and to meet someone else. Shang Qi climbed up the steps and as soon as he walked into the courtyard door, he saw

An old monk was sweeping the floor, and he waited quietly. It was not until the old monk had swept away all the leaves in the entire yard that he softly called: "Master Zhengzu."

The old monk did not look back, but walked towards the bungalow next to the Sutra Pavilion, and Shangqi followed him into the house. The room was well lit, warm and dry, and apart from a simple bed, table and chairs, there was only one Buddhist niche.

Sandalwood was burning. The old monk fumbled to make tea, then turned around and handed Shangqi a cup.

He is very old, his face is full of deep wrinkles, his two snow-white eyebrows hang down long, and his eyes are closed tightly. The respected Zhengzu Master of Shaolin Temple turns out to be a blind man.

Shangqi thanked you, took the tea cup, and the two of them sat on the floor. Zhengzu said: "Shang Qi, I already know your purpose of coming."

Shangqi clasped his hands together, bowed and saluted: "My disciple is stupid, please ask the master to clarify my confusion..."

Zhengzu did not answer Shangqi's question, but asked: "Do you still remember what is written on the plaque in front of the main hall of our temple?"

Shangqi opened his mouth and answered: "Dharma bumped into the wall and faced the wall, asked the wall, knocked on the wall, broke the wall, and the wall stood in the three thousand great worlds; the Buddha Dharma became empty but lived in the empty space, walked in the empty space, realized the empty space, became empty, and looked at the sand of the Ganges River in the empty space for thousands of kalpas.

"

"You see, the answer has always been right in front of you." Zhengzu was very satisfied with Shangqi's answer, nodded and smiled, "Since you have encountered a 'wall', why not face it, think about it, and then break it? Family ties are also

Well, be it love, all fate will eventually come to an end. Why not take advantage of the good times to experience it, understand it, and turn it into a part of your life?"

Shangqi carefully understood Master Zhengzu's words and frowned.

After a long time, as if he had made a very important decision, he put his hands together and saluted again, and asked humbly but loudly: "Master, I have been following you since I can remember. You gave me the name Shang Qi and raised me up.

In my disciple's heart, you are my father. You taught me principles and martial arts since I was a child. Although you were a master and disciple, you refused to allow me to become a monk, and you did not officially accept me as a disciple. I knew you were right to me.

My expectation is definitely not to become an enlightened monk. Now that I have grown up, I want to explore my own path, but Master, that matter has always been a grudge in my heart. As long as it is there, my mind will not be able to access it.

"

Shangqi solemnly saluted Zhengzu: "Master, I just want an answer now: why did my biological father, Fu Shenzhou, abandon me back then!"

Zhengzu did not answer his question immediately, but asked: "How much do you know about your father?"

He shook his head in anger and said nothing.

Zhengzu sighed, with an expression of longing for memories on his face, and said slowly: "Your father, Fu Shenzhou, is the descendant of a mysterious sect. His abilities are extraordinary and weird, and are unprecedented in the world.

.In addition, he has an eccentric personality, scorns all the common etiquette in the world, and only acts based on his heart. Therefore, within a few years of his debut, he has attracted many well-known figures. These people are not his opponents, but they spread the word about your father in the world.

He is a master of the evil sect who practices the devil's ways. He needs to be eliminated as soon as possible, lest his great achievements in magic will bring disaster to the world.

There are many people in the world who claim to be righteous or just want to make a name for themselves, so they go after your father, but they are all defeated and run away. Therefore, the reputation of this devil is increasing day by day, and the people who want to go after your father are also

There were more and more. He couldn't bear to be disturbed, and finally one day he was provoked to a rage and killed twenty-five martial arts masters in one battle, thus becoming a public enemy of the Chinese martial arts.

As a master of martial arts, Shaolin naturally could not ignore this matter, so Lao Na went down the mountain to look for this person, and finally met him one day. After some twists and turns, he found out that he was not the so-called evil sect at all, but had been misunderstood by the world.

After Lao Na returned to the mountain, Shaolin posted hero posts widely and held a martial arts conference to explain the causes and consequences of this matter to fellow martial artists all over the world, and finally gave your father justice.

Lao Na and he didn't know each other before, so they became close friends.

In the next few years, your father restrained his nature a little and managed to get along with various sects. Then he met your mother and had you a few years later. He lived a happy and peaceful life.

You will know what happens next, Amitabha... A monk should be pure in his six senses and ignore worldly things, but I have been friends with your father for decades, and his life-long entrustment to him must be completed even if he is shattered into pieces. What he did back then was really a shame.

There are unspeakable difficulties, and it is definitely not the abandonment of the family as you think. I naturally know the reason why, but it is not for me to say this.

Don't be impatient, your father will soon tell you everything that happened back then."

When Shangqi heard this, he no longer hesitated and kowtowed to Zhengzu three times, then stood up, clasped his hands together, walked backwards out of the room, and strode away.

Zhengzu laughed, with a look of approval on his face. He was blind but not blind, and everything around him could not escape his grasp. Shangqi's steps were heavy and light, and it seemed that he had broken through the mental barrier.

It was really valuable. Zhengzu sat for a while, raised his hand, and the two pieces of yellow paper in front of the Buddhist niche flew into his hand. He folded the yellow paper into a paper crane, got up, walked outside the door, and folded the paper crane

Throw it in the air.

The paper crane flapped its wings as if it were alive, circled around Zhengzu's head, and flew toward the west at an extremely fast speed.