portable space

The next morning, Zhang Taiping and others came out of the room, and Liu Zhengen and his wife were already waiting in the living room. The little girl was held in her father's arms, and the little boy cuddled close to his mother.

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang." Liu Zhengen greeted while holding the child.

"You guys got up very early." Zhang Taiping said.

Liu Zhengen smiled bitterly and said: "In fact, I didn't sleep all night."

Zhang Taiping looked over and saw that their eyes were indeed more red and swollen, and Li Ping's face looked even more haggard, as if she had been seriously ill.

"I wonder what your schedule is today, Mr. Zhang?" Liu Zhengen asked.

"Getting ready to visit the Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain."

"If you don't mind, sir, we, the couple, can join in with the baby," Liu Zhengen said.

Zhang Taiping understood what he meant, but seeing that the condition of the two of them might not be able to sustain it, he shook his head and said: "No need. The treatment cannot be completed overnight. I will apply some medicine to the little girl now.

There is no need to take her on the trek today. I will stay in Luoyang for the next few days to watch the flower show, and return from the Shaolin Temple in the evening. It will not delay tomorrow's treatment. You'd better rest more, the two children also need it.

Get more rest."

When Liu Zhengen saw what he said, he didn't insist. He smiled slightly and asked, "You still don't know where Mr. Zhang is from? I'll make an arrangement in advance." If the child is treated then, he will definitely not trust Zhang Taiping to take care of the child.

If you go directly, you will definitely have to be accompanied by someone, so you need to make an arrangement.

"The one over at Fengyukou in Xi'an should not be far away," Zhang Taiping replied.

"He's from Xi'an too, so it's easy to handle."

Zhang Taiping said: "I will stay in Luoyang for a while. If Mr. Liu has nothing urgent to do, he might as well rest here for a few days. Then we can go back to Xi'an together and arrange the child with me for treatment."

"Okay, that's what I mean." Liu Zhengen said, "This is my business card."

Zhang Taiping took the business card and looked at it. There was only a name and phone number on it, and there was no professional title. He presumably was a person who didn’t need a business card to show his worth. He put the business card into his pocket and said, "I don’t have a business card. Can you call me?"

You can remember it."

The couple also hoped that Zhang Taiping could cure their daughter's leg, so naturally they took down his phone number very actively.

When the medicine was applied to the little girl's leg again, the little girl said in surprise: "Uncle, I can feel my leg."

Zhang Taiping smiled and nodded: "It won't be long before you can run and jump."

Liu Ping did not stand in tears this time, but held her daughter gently, her face full of sadness. Liu Zhengen frowned and asked the little girl worriedly: "Didn't Ling'er feel anything in her legs before?"

"Yeah." The little girl nodded and said, "I used to not be able to feel anything from the knees down. My uncle gave me medicine three times and I could feel cool." She used to have most of the meridians in her legs necrotic, resulting in necrosis below the knees.

The lower leg was basically paralyzed and had no feeling. After Zhang Taiping applied medicine several times, a small part of the meridians were restored, so he could feel a slight sensation.

Now Liu Zhengen was more determined to let his daughter be treated by Zhang Taiping. He bowed to Zhang Taiping and said sincerely: "The injury on Ling'er's leg is due to Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Taiping waved his hand and said: "Since I promised to cure the little girl, I will try my best to cure her, so you don't have to worry."

After having breakfast here, everyone said goodbye to the family of four and headed towards the Songshan Shaolin Temple.

Luoyang is the birthplace of Chinese Buddhism and one of the origins of Taoism. There are many Taoist temples here, but generally speaking, Buddhism is more prosperous than Taoism, among which Shaolin Temple and Baima Temple are the representatives.

Shaolin Temple is located in Songshan Mountain in Dengfeng, Zhengzhou City, Henan Province, China. It is the birthplace of Shaolin Martial Arts. It is located in the dense jungle at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain in the hinterland of Songshan Mountain, so it is named "Shaolin Temple". Shaolin Temple was famous during the Tang Dynasty and was famous for its Zen and

Martial arts are both famous in the world.

Regardless of what the real Shaolin Temple looked like and what its reputation was in history, ordinary people’s impressions of the Shaolin Temple mostly come from the martial arts masterpieces of Mr. Jin. In his works, Shaolin not only represents Buddhism but also the martial arts of the Central Plains, and has the world’s best martial arts.

According to Shaolin, it has always been the Beidou in the martial arts world.

Sitting in the car, the fat man said with a smile: "I don't know if the Shaolin Temple is really as many masters as dogs and countless strange people as shown on TV."

"You also know that it was on TV, how can you take it seriously?" Yang Wanli smiled and shook his head and said, "I heard that today's monks are all recruited, they are holographic employees who receive high wages, and they can't help having children.

How could such a legendary scene exist?"

"Being a monk can still get paid and not abstain from sexual intercourse?" The fat man was surprised. "Then I will become a monk too. Wouldn't it be nice to recite a few words every day and live happily with my salary?"

Yang Wanli glanced at him and said, "You probably have no hope."

"Why?"

"Today's recruitment of monks and nuns not only requires a high degree of education, but also requires mastery of foreign languages. More importantly, it also depends on appearance. Just like you... tsk tsk." After Yang Wanli finished speaking, he shook his head to express his sincerity.

The fat man looked around and said: "My appearance is very good. Don't you see that all the Buddhas and Buddhas in Buddhism are fat people? Besides, is there such a thing as Maitreya Buddha? I'll go and talk about it."

Maybe it will make people more likeable and bring them joy."

The two of them were joking, not showing much respect for Shaolin Temple and Buddha.

At this time, the taxi driver driving in front was not happy, and said with a worried look: "Monks are human beings, and besides, Buddhism is advancing with the times, and the teachings of Buddhism have also changed with the development of society, so that we can better adapt to society.

Development, what's wrong with this? Isn't there a saying that says, 'Food and wine pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in the heart.' As long as there is a Buddha in the heart, what does it matter in any form?"

I don’t know if the driver didn’t like the two teasing about the Shaolin Temple or the believers of Buddhism because he has a strong sense of belonging to the city. If it’s the former, it’s fine. If it’s the latter, it’s hard to argue. The more devout believers are, the more paranoid they are on some things. I can’t tell.

If the two continued to talk, the driver got angry and drove everyone to the Buddha to argue. The fat man and Yang Wanli looked at each other and closed their mouths in time.

"I wonder if there really is a person who sweeps the floor in the Sutra Pavilion in Shaolin Temple." After a while, the fat man returned to his old ways, "I wonder if I have to go in and take a look this time."

Zhang Taiping shook his head: "After all, the Shaolin Temple has been passed down for more than a thousand years, and its heritage is definitely not lacking. There will definitely be warrior monks who protect the temple. It is estimated that these people are the real power of the Shaolin Temple. And this is a sacred place of Buddhism after all. Sincerely

There are quite a few people who want to be Buddhas, so we’d better not take it casually after we enter."

The fat man smiled and said, "I was just joking. I will be honest once I enter the temple. Maybe I will be attracted by the solemn atmosphere and devote myself to Buddha."

Wang Gui also said: "There are indeed warrior monks trained by the Shaolin Temple since childhood. I have been to Shaoshi Mountain before, and by chance I had a few moves with a young monk who was about twenty years old."

"What happened in the end?" Fatty was very interested in these things, and even Ye Ling was waiting for the next chapter with bright eyes.

"Of course I lost." Wang Gui said with a smile, "Although my kung fu was still very poor at that time, I was defeated in less than three moves, which makes people dare not underestimate Shaolin."

"So it's true that Shaolin Kung Fu exists just like in the legend." Yang Wanli said.

Wang Gui nodded: "Kung Fu naturally exists, and indeed many Kung Fu are spread from the Shaolin Temple. For example, the predecessor of Master Ip Man's Wing Chun is Shaolin Boxing. There are many such as one time, but there are not

It’s just as exaggerated as what is said in novels and TV.” He pointed at Zhang Taiping, “Isn’t there a kung fu master next to you?”

Yang Wanli and Fatty were relieved when they thought about Zhang Taiping's perverted martial arts. Zhang Taiping knew Kung Fu, which meant that other people could also know Kung Fu. It was not surprising that the monks in the Shaolin Temple knew Kung Fu. In fact, they were not

That should be it.

The fat man said with regret, "It's a pity that my bones have already been formed. Otherwise, I would definitely have to go to the Shaolin Temple to learn kung fu and get out of that wooden man alley."