Since Xinyuan became a closed disciple of Abbot Huiming, in addition to the disciples of the Fang Zi generation as the seniors, the rest of the Zi generation and the non-zi generation are his nephews and grand-nephews and grandchildren. He said "Little Master Uncle" or "Little Master Uncle". Although their "uncle" was not very old, only fifteen or six years old, but because he was a direct disciple of the abbot, his "seniority" was quite high, so the monks had to "look at him differently."
Since entering Shaolin Temple, in addition to carrying water and chopping firewood to dry some groceries, Xinyuan has rested fists and feet with the seniors, chanting sutras and chanting.
Half a year later, Xinyuan had learned from Fang Wei the "Arhat Boxing", the introductory boxing technique of Shaolin Temple. Although it is an introductory skill, there are as many as 108 strokes, each of which is evolved from the shape of 108 Arhats. Although simple, they are Shaolin's internal and external skills that take root and are the most basic. Getting started.
The cold and the summer, spring and autumn, Xinyuan stayed on Shaoshishan for three years. In the past three years, Xinyuan has spent most of the time chanting sutras in the morning, midnight and evening, and spent most of the other time collecting water and chopping firewood with his seniors. Abbot Huiming ordered it.
The mind is smart and active, and has amazing savvy. He can learn a lot of kung fu once he learns it, and then he will be fine. Huiming sees that he is born with good and beautiful qualities, and he likes it very much in his heart, and often gives extra pointers. In this way, when a famous teacher meets a high disciple, the one who teaches hard, the other learns earnestly, and then enters the country quickly. In three years, the heart is far from learning the Luohanquan, the stele slammer, and the ordinary disciple that takes seven or eight years to learn. The Great Compassionate Qianye Hand and the Big and Small Grabbing Hand, and can also use some similar moves in the Bodhi Knife, Eight Immortal Cudgel, Po Nang Gong, and Da Nao Moving Body.
On the night when he learned the last trick of the big catcher, Fang Wei looked at Xinyuan sitting on the ground and panting, and said jokingly: "Little brother, you have finished learning this catcher. Next, you should be taught by the second brother. Strong eagle claw hands, you have to be more careful, if you steal meat next time, the second brother can not spare you, he will use eagle claw hands to catch you to the discipline courtyard, let the discipline courtyard disciples on your ass Playing the board, it was not good at that time, haha..."
Xinyuan wiped the sweat from his head with his sleeve, and smiled: "I'm not afraid. The monk Ji Dian of the Song Dynasty said that meat and wine go through the intestines, but the Buddha stays in his heart. It doesn't matter if you eat meat stealthily. Is there a Buddha?"
Fang Wei smiled and asked, "Do you have a Buddha in your heart?"
The heart said, "This is hard to say. If there is a Buddha in the world, I also have a Buddha in my heart. If there is no Buddha in the world, I don't have a Buddha in my heart. By the way, do you think there is a Buddha in this world?"
Fang Wei laughed and scolded, "Be careful that the five thunderstorms hit you. If this is heard by the master and the second brother, I promise that you can't eat and walk around. Maybe you will go to the discipline courtyard to get a board, or you may go to the back garden to grow vegetables. Go, haha, pick water to remove the feces, it's better for you."
Xinyuan stuck his tongue out and said, "Aren't we ignorant of this, don't blame anyone who doesn't know."
That night they went to the abbot's room to report to Huiming, saying that Xinyuan had learned 108 strokes of Arhat Boxing and obeyed Master's instructions. Huiming said, "Go and call your second brother." Fang Wei agreed to go.
After Fang Wei went out, there were only two people left in the abbot's room. Xinyuan stood beside Huiming and said, "Master, I have a puzzle in my heart over the past few months. I want to ask Master for advice."
Huiming smiled slightly and said, "Let's talk about it. If you have anything you don't know, just say it, and I will answer it for you for the teacher."
Xin Yuan said: "Yes, what the disciple doesn't understand is, before practicing martial arts, why did the master ask the disciple to recite a scripture first?"
Huiming said: "Good question, Shaolin martial arts originated from the Bodhidharma Patriarch, and the polishing Patriarch was originally created to strengthen the body and resist the attacks of wild beasts. It was entirely out of defense. What I thought in my heart To save all living beings and save the people of the world from suffering, and the attacks on tigers and wolves and other beasts only drive them away, without the intention of harming their lives. Therefore, although my Shaolin martial arts are vigorous and strong, it is full of the Buddha's help to save the world. Human compassion. When you practice martial arts, you must have kindness in your heart. You must be grateful for the virtue of being a good life in God. With this kind thoughts, the fierce and domineering attitudes generated during martial arts training can be naturally resolved, so that you will not be hurt by temperament. Body."
Xin Yuan nodded and said, "Yes." But he still didn't understand well, and his face was involuntarily confused.
Seeing his brows frowned, Huiming knew that he didn't understand very well, so he comforted: "These are very deep and subtle things, and your brothers have difficulty understanding the meaning. You are still young, and it is common for you not to understand for a while. When you grow up, you will naturally understand that there is no need to rush for a while."
Xinyuan nodded again and said "yes". At this time, two people's footsteps came from outside the door, and only Fang Wei's voice said outside the door: "Master, the second brother is here."
Huiming said: "Come in!" Fang Wei and Fang Jing walked in gently, Xiang Huiming knelt down, and then stood up.
Huiming said: "Fang Jing, you will teach Xinyuan Xiao Qin Na Gong from tomorrow, and you will report to me every five days. Are there any questions?"
Fang Jing respectfully said: "The disciple accepts the decree, the disciple has no request, please rest assured, Master!"
Huiming smiled and nodded, and said, "That's good. Go out, I want to rest."
So the three senior brothers retired together, closed the door gently, and went back to the room to rest.
That night, Xinyuan was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep no matter what. He thought about Luohan boxing for a while, and Fuhu boxing for a while, and then thought about the Wei Tuo palm, dragon claw hand, and Shaolin Changquan related to it. Of moves. The more he thought about it, the more sober he became. Later, even the martial arts that Master Shenmu taught him was silently reviewed in his brain, and he found out the same style of fist and the newly learned Shaolin Kungfu to verify and compare each other, and at the same time imagined various moves in his mind. Under what circumstances should it be used to be more effective and more capable of defeating the enemy.
He has never been a person who likes to think. When he was wandering around with Master Shenmu, he always only thought about what he thought about, at most, he thought about what he did after he did it. But since the death of Master Shenmu in Xizimiao, he suddenly felt the feeling of helplessness when he was a child. This makes him always think about something before doing it. During the thousands of miles from Zhejiang to the Shaolin Temple, he sometimes walked alone among the deserted mountains and ridges, and sometimes interspersed among the crowds in the busy city. Although what he saw and heard was not unusual, he did not understand much. In the past, he always raised his head to ask Master Shenmu many questions, but since Master Shenmu died, he had to think about these questions by himself, because no one wants to be pestered by a beggar to listen to those questions. A weird question; no one wants to be seen as talking to a beggar, so that others will mistake him for himself. They all have their own things, they all have their own weird ideas, which he didn't understand at first, but after a lot of experience, he slowly understood them. Perhaps it was precisely because of these misfortunes that he finally developed the thinking space in his brain. During the several months from Zhejiang to Dengfeng, Henan, he would often think about things he had seen not long ago when he was walking, and he was sleeping in dreams. Recalling those things that happened a long time ago...
Besides, Xinyuan couldn't sleep, alone in his heart pieced together those irrelevant martial arts moves, unknowingly reaching the third watch. At this time, he felt that the exercise was somewhat limited in his mind, so he quietly got up, quietly went out, and ran to the place where he usually practiced martial arts by himself. After he stood still, he thought about it first, and after sorting out a clue in his mind, he began to practice one by one. But just after practicing for less than a stick of incense, the problem arises. Those imaginary moves that were originally coherent suddenly become extremely uncoordinated. The two moves cannot be connected well, and some are even mutually exclusive. It feels extremely unnatural and I never want to practice anymore. So he went back to his bedside dejectedly. At this time, there was confusion in his mind, and he fell asleep quickly.
I don't know how long it took, when Xin Yuan was suddenly woken up. He hadn't slept most of the night. He was sleepy at this time. He opened his eyes to look at the person who called him, but he didn't see clearly, his eyelids were heavy, and he fell asleep again.