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After walking into the woods and seeing the situation clearly, the fat man was inevitably a little disappointed, because it was not the wild mandarin ducks he had imagined. However, he immediately became surprised, and the scene he saw was quite shocking.

I saw a shirtless monk hanging with his legs on the tree. He relied on his waist strength to bend his upper body until his toes reached the top of his head. Then he hugged his legs with his arms and stayed there for two seconds. After letting go of his hands, his upper body

Then it fell freely and was thrown back, holding a sandbag on the tree trunk behind, so that when the upper body was thrown down, it hit the sandbag, making a crackling sound.

There were two monks, an old man and a young man, standing next to them. They clasped their hands together and looked at the shirtless monk who was hanging on the tree and repeating it indifferently.

"What are you doing? Practicing?" the fat man asked in surprise.

"I guess so." Yang Wanli replied.

Zhang Taiping nodded: "This is a way to exercise the strength of the whole body."

Ye Ling and Wang Gui's eyes lit up when they heard Zhang Taiping's words.

Zhang Taiping saw the expressions of the two people in his eyes and said: "Wang Gui, you are past the age of using this method to exercise strength. If you were ten years younger, you could still use this method to exercise the strength of the whole body, especially if you can use

Let’s practice the ‘back to the mountain’ move in Bajiquan, but it can’t be done now. It’s harmful to the body. As for Ling’er, there is no need to use this method to increase strength.”

Ye Ling didn't care. She believed that her master had a better way to increase her strength. A look of regret flashed in Wang Gui's eyes.

Yang Wanli said: "It seems that the Kung Fu in Shaolin Temple is really hard-earned. It is very possible that there is someone who pokes holes in trees."

Zhang Taiping said: "The martial arts academy is the place where you can really learn Shaolin martial arts. The martial arts halls outside can only teach people to strengthen their bodies."

The two monks, an old man and a young man, who were standing under the tree, saw the presence of the crowd. After whispering a few words, the young monk walked towards the crowd.

The young monk looks about fourteen or fifteen years old. He does not wear the traditional yellow monk's robe, but gray with wide cuffs. His head is so shiny that it reflects light, but there is no ring scar. Although he is not old, he is very calm.

, it looks a bit solemn.

He came over, bowed slightly and bowed, and asked, "I wonder what the donors have to do?"

Zhang Taiping also returned the courtesy and said: "We were going to visit the martial monks' monastery of your temple. When we passed by, we saw a master practicing Kung Fu. I was curious and stopped to watch for a while. Nothing happened."

The young monk didn't say anything more, and bowed slightly before retreating. Then the three monks ignored the presence of the others and continued to practice.

The fat man sighed: "It seems that kung fu is not obtained for nothing, it has to be done through hard work."

Zhang Taiping recalled the time when his body was practicing martial arts under the supervision of the old man when he was a child. Because of his stubborn and naughty temperament, he often received beatings from the old man. He also often walked in the snow with his arms raised flat. It can happen.

Today's kung fu is indeed indispensable to the hard work of childhood.

Almost all the monks in the martial arts academy are martial monks, and they are practicing vigorously now. However, they are different from the children in the martial arts hall at the foot of the mountain. They practice real hard kung fu. They can break a few bricks with one punch.

It is a very common thing here. In order to exercise the strength of their legs, some monks pull two sandbags behind their legs and run in circles on the martial arts field.

Although it is still early spring and cold, these monks are all shirtless and sweating. There is not a fat monk here, and all of them have bronze heads with sweat shining in the sun.

Yang Wanli said to the fat man: "Look, these are good ways to lose weight. You can try them."

The fat man shook his head and said, "If it was okay when I was a child, I can't bear the hardship now."

After casually looking at a few people, I came out and walked down the mountain. Unexpectedly, I saw another monk under a big tree in the north of the courtyard.

This big tree is not as huge as the 1,500-year-old ginkgo tree in the temple, but Zhang Taiping knows that this tree is definitely not as old as the ginkgo tree in the temple, because the tree emanates

The spiritual energy is not as strong as that of the ginkgo tree. Under the cover of the tree, a circular shade area with a radius of more than ten meters is formed.

There are stone tables and benches under the tree, with herbal tea on them, which are obviously for passers-by to drink.

The young monk did not sit on the stone bench, but sat cross-legged next to the roots of the tree with his eyes closed.

The fat man was surprised when he met the big tree: "This tree is bigger than the ginkgo tree. It should be more than 1,500 years old, right?"

Yang Wanli walked around the tree and took a rough look and said, "I can't tell, but it must be more than a thousand years ago."

"Isn't this nonsense? It's almost as old as that ginkgo tree, which can only last a thousand years?" said the fat man.

"That's not necessarily true." Yang Wanli shook his head. "Some trees not only don't grow bigger, but they grow smaller. If you take half the age of the tree, how can you judge a tree that is hundreds of years old to be two or three years old?"

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"Does this kind of tree really exist?" The fat man didn't believe it.

Zhang Taiping smiled and nodded: "Such a tree does exist. In Africa, there is a large tree called the Samsara Tree. After growing for thirty or forty years, the tree will not grow any longer but will gradually become smaller.

When it shrinks to three or four meters high, it is the time when this kind of tree comes to an end. Local

People plant such a tree when they first give birth to a child, so everyone has his own tree. When the person dies, the tree is almost withered, so the person will be planted.

Buried together with the tree. It resembles reincarnation, so it is called the reincarnation tree."

"There are such magical trees." The fat man was surprised, "There are so many wonders in nature."

"The magic of nature is something that people cannot understand." Yang Wanli said, "Many magical things cannot be explained by science."

The conversation between several people finally woke up the monk under the tree. A bright light flashed in his eyes when he opened his eyes. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary monk.

The fat man quickly put his hands together and slightly arched his body to apologize: "I'm sorry for disturbing the master's practice."

The monk's face was as white as jade, and he looked like the Tang Monk in Journey to the West. He returned the gesture and said, "It doesn't matter."

Obviously it was Fatty's intention to disturb the monk. He asked: "I wonder if the master is practicing or practicing Zen?"

The monk said with a smile: "I don't dare to call you a master. The donor can just call the young monk to tell you why. The young monk is enlightening Zen and practicing Qigong."

The fat man bowed again and said, "Hello, Master Liaoyin, I wonder what kind of kung fu you practice?"

The monk did not hesitate about the title. He frowned slightly and said, "The young monk practices internal martial arts of Zen Buddhism."

"Internal Kung Fu?" The fat man was a little shocked. "Internal Kung Fu really exists? Can it reach the point of hurting others by picking flowers?"

The monk smiled and said, "The donor is joking. The inner boxing technique practiced by the young monk can only strengthen the body and cannot hurt people. Maybe there was an ancestor who could achieve this situation, but the young monk cannot."

Wang Gui is practicing the boxing skills taught by Zhang Taiping these days. He knows that he is far behind Zhang Taiping, so he has no idea of ​​​​competing. He has just seen many monks practicing martial arts in Shaolin Temple, and his hands have been itchy for a long time. Now he finally

I can't help it.

He took a step forward, held his fists and said, "I have been practicing boxing for a few days. I wonder if I can ask the master for some tips?"

The monk did not look surprised, and Heshi muttered: "Anita Buddha. As the donor wishes."

Several other people moved out of the way, especially Ye Ling, who stared at the two people in the field with shining eyes. She had been practicing martial arts for a while and had never seen a real fight. This time she came out with the intention of seeing something.

I'll have the opportunity to stare closely at the two people in the field.

"Commander, who do you think can win between the two?" the fat man asked Zhang Taiping in a low voice.

Others may not be able to see it, but with Zhang Taiping's kung fu attainments and vision, no one could tell that this monk's inner martial arts had reached a state of excellence, even returning to his original state. Wang Gui was like a child in front of him.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there is no way Wang Gui can defeat him.

However, he did not say it directly. He just smiled and shook his head and praised: "Shaolin Temple is really a hidden dragon and crouching tiger." Then he remained silent.