Behind the shrine stands a wooden statue of Wei Tuo, holding a sacred staff. It is said that he is the guardian god of Shaolin Temple. Naturally, he was inevitably defeated by several living treasures. After Lin Yang and his party passed the mountain gate, there was a corridor with forest of stone tablets on both sides.
It was a scene in the Shaolin Temple, the Forest of Steles. The atmosphere here was so severe that it changed people's mood. Gu Feifei asked someone to take a few photos of him, and of course he had to take a photo with her little Beibei.
Many tourists passed through the forest of steles along the corridor and then entered the Temple of Heavenly Kings. This is a three-bay palace with double eaves on the top of a mountain. There are two King Kong statues outside and four statues of Heavenly Kings inside, all of them mighty and majestic. Look at Gu Feifei and
Fang Zhenbei clapped his hands and exclaimed from time to time.
After walking around for a while, we finally came to the Main Hall. There are statues of Sakyamuni, Amitabha, and Medicine Buddha enshrined in the hall, with eighteen Arhats standing on both sides. However, Lin Yang and others did not know the origins of these gods and Buddhas, so they just watched the excitement, and even
Comment a few words such as "This guy is handsome".
Not far away is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which is a place where monks store scriptures and preach.
Fang Zhenbei asked mysteriously: "Master, are there any powerful kung fu in the Sutra Pavilion?" His eyes were shining when he spoke, and he seemed to want to go in and take out the book and take it home to practice.
Li Yang gave him a slap, "I said you stupid boy has read too many martial arts books? There are also movies in it, don't you want to read it? It's made in China!"
The monk on the side actually knew what "piece" was, and immediately clasped his palms together and kept saying "Amitabha" and "sin, sin, sin, sin".
Gu Feifei laughed out loud, "The monks from Shaolin Temple are so dishonest!"
A group of people were walking around, and Gu Feifei suddenly asked, "Master, why don't you see the monks practicing in Shaolin Temple?"
"You want to see it?" Lin Yang smiled, "Then we are going to the martial arts arena." Lin Yang said and walked to the right, turning countless twists and turns. After walking for a long time, he saw a huge square with hundreds of lay people.
The disciples practiced their own skills there. There were more than a dozen middle-aged monks supervising and giving some instructions to some disciples from time to time.
There were many people watching around, but these disciples seemed to have gotten used to it, and all of them still concentrated on practicing as if no one else was around.
Gu Feifei was outspoken. When she saw that these people only practiced some hard work and iron sand kung fu, she couldn't help laughing and said: "Master, it turns out they are all practicing hard kung fu. Learning these inferior kung fu will only hurt your body. This group of people
That's so stupid." Her voice was clear and clear, and it immediately reached the ears of several practicing disciples around her. Some of them looked over here, with mockery in their eyes.
As the saying goes, experts watch the door, and laymen watch the fun. People who don't know the skill naturally think that it is really meaningless for them to practice martial arts in this way. But for those who practice martial arts, these items are the necessary steps to learn real Kung Fu well.
Fang Zhenbei immediately nodded in agreement, "Senior sister is right. Practicing hard kung fu is already at a lower level. It slowly rises from the outside to the inside and is harmful to the body. Just like I heard that many people who learn Muay Thai do not count kung fu.
It’s too bad, but it’s hard to live beyond the age of forty, and life in your later years will be extremely painful.”
"What are you talking about?" Finally a man couldn't help standing up and scolding, opening his eyes and staring at Fang Zhenbei. Gu Feifei said it was okay, she was a beautiful woman, and even scolding men felt comfortable listening to her. But Fang Zhenbei
It won't work. He is a 190-year-old man with no handsome appearance, so this group of people immediately became angry. They have been practicing here for several years, and they have never encountered a guy who dared to speak such arrogant words.
When Gu Feifei heard that Fang Zhenbei was scolded, she immediately said angrily: "Who are you calling a brat?" She pushed Fang Zhenbei and said, "Xiao Beibei, go teach this stinky guy a lesson!"
The man was extremely angry and laughed back, "Okay, let me see who dares to fight with me!" He took a step forward and puffed out his chest. This man was over 1.85 meters tall and very majestic. Although he had a bald head,
Obviously not a monk.
A monk came over, glanced at Fang Zhenbei, and whispered, "Don't hurt anyone." He walked aside and ignored him.
It turns out that although we are in modern society, there are still many people who come to Shaolin to "spar" in normal times. These monks have also experienced a lot, so they don't take it to heart. The most important thing is that these so-called Shaolin disciples really like
There are not many people who practice martial arts. 90% of them are brave and ruthless people. There are even some gangsters who pay a sum of money to learn Kung Fu. After learning three moves and two moves, they can go back to Hengxing Township. More importantly, in
These people in the Shaolin Temple can make friends with a group of top-notch brothers and sisters who are good friends with each other. This is what they can use as a guard of honor after they leave school.
Fang Zhenbei looked at Lin Yang, and Lin Yang smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter if you and he fight a few moves." For a warrior, since someone comes to challenge him, he must accept the challenge. No matter how strong or weak the opponent is, this is respecting others and also
Respect yourself.
Fang Zhenbei nodded, took a step forward, crossed his fists, and said, "Please!" His feet were uneven, but there was an unmistakable momentum coming from the sky and the earth. The more expert he was, the more he could sense Fang Zhenbei's strength.
Power.
Several tooth monks felt something, but the man snorted coldly. Without realizing it, he suddenly took a step forward, aimed a fierce punch at the face, and hit him in the middle of the palace.
Many ordinary martial arts moves by laymen are simple and clear. Lin Yang used to use this move the most. However, it would not be easy for ordinary people to receive this punch, and they would most likely get a broken nose and swollen face.
Fang Zhenbei stepped back slightly, stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed the big man's right wrist, and then gently pulled it away. The big man was immediately carried up into the air, several hundred meters high, and then hit the ground with a "boom".
Fang Zhenbei had a dull expression on his face. He clasped his fists again and said, "Process!" and slowly retreated to Lin Yang's side.
The people who were practicing were all shocked, this person is so powerful!
The man's back was on the ground, and his whole body was so weak from the shock that he couldn't stand up for a long time. Two familiar people went over to help him up.
"Hmph! What kind of bullshit Kung Fu! Even my junior brother caught a move! Don't be shy!" Then he grabbed Lin Yang and said, "Master, let's go. Shaolin Kung Fu turns out to be a lie! It's so boring!"
Upon hearing this, all the warriors turned green with anger and began to scold him. After being warned by several monks, they had no choice but to suppress their anger.
Lin Yang glared at him, "What do you know? People with real kung fu in Shaolin Temple will never practice here. These are just students from outside, not even an entry-level student."
Hearing Lin Yang's words, several monks were moved in their hearts, "Okay! You are really a master of training!"
A warrior monk stepped forward and clasped his hands together, "What is the name of this donor?"
Lin Yang smiled slightly, "I'm Lin Yang, I wonder if there is a Zen Master Dalong in Shaolin?"
"Lin Yang?" The monk murmured to himself. The name Lin Yang sounded very familiar to him. Suddenly he was shocked and said in surprise: "Your Excellency, is this the Demon Sect Lin Yang?"
Lin Yang smiled lightly, "I am the master of the Demon Sect."