After the abbot nodded, Wang Liangyu lived in Shaolin Temple and studied Shaolin martial arts.
The Shaolin martial arts system is complex, and there are more than 700 recorded martial arts routines, covering swords, guns, swords and sticks, fists and kicks, etc.
Of course, after the war, a lot of Shaolin martial arts have been lost today. Only ten of the martial arts have been completely preserved. Most of the martial arts have only a few scales and half claws left, and it is difficult to see the complete style.
"What a pity that all the true secrets have been lost!" Wang Liangyu couldn't help but sigh as he stood in the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Shaolin Temple and looked at the fragments of fragments that filled the pavilion.
The young monk with red lips and white teeth was named Jinghai. He was ordered by the abbot to accompany Wang Liangyu. Listening to Wang Liangyu's sigh, he couldn't help but curiously asked: "Donor Wang, your martial arts are already so powerful that even foreigners and little devils are no match for you.
Why do you still come to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts?"
Wang Liangyu thought for a while and said with a smile: "There is no limit to martial arts. As the saying goes, a sea that embraces all rivers is great, and the same is true for martial arts." After a pause, he added, "Besides, the main purpose of my coming to Shaolin is not to practice martial arts, but to practice martial arts.
I want to learn from Shaolin martial arts and research and create martial arts techniques suitable for Chinese people."
Jinghai hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "Muskets are so powerful now, it's useless no matter how well you practice martial arts!" As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately reacted and explained in a panic, "I'm not talking about the donor!"
"You are right, most people who practice martial arts cannot beat guns."
Wang Liangyu has never denied this. He has the ability to throw arrows to kill people, thanks to the profound knowledge he accumulated in the Spring and Autumn Period. Without the nourishment of monkey wine, and without the spiritual fruit that can change tendons and cleanse marrow, Wang Liangyu would not be as far away as he is now.
He has extraordinary physical fitness and no matter how good he is in martial arts, he is still just like Lao Chen, who uses his breath to throw needles. Fifteen meters is the limit!
"Using force to stop fighting, martial arts is not just about killing the enemy. Practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body, to refresh one's ambitions, to remove the hat of the sick man of East Asia, and to break the prejudice of the Chinese people as weak. This is the essence of our generation's martial arts practice.
What people should do is also what we must do!"
"Well said!" Jinghai Shang was immersed in shock. A loud shout suddenly sounded in the Sutra Pavilion. Zhan Lang strode out and looked at Wang Liangyu with increasingly fiery eyes. "When the day you leave, I will also
Come with you!"
Jinghai woke up suddenly and looked at War Wolf in disbelief: "Elder brother?!"
"Jinghai, we usually wear black clothes and do chivalry, but it's just a small fight, no meaning!" Zhan Lang looked at Jinghai, with a smile on his lips, with a little self-deprecation, "That's just a lie.
Lie to yourself and let yourself stay in the temple with peace of mind."
Wolf Warrior was not born a monk, but because his family died in the war, he escaped into Buddhism and was baptized in Buddhism. But his six roots were not purified, otherwise he would not lead his junior brothers in black to perform chivalry and righteousness!
It is precisely because of this that the war wolves heard what Wang Liangyu said to the abbot and the main hall that day and were greatly shocked.
Wolf Warrior doesn't want to hide in the temple all day long. His heart is not cold and his blood is cold. He still wants to do something for the country and the people!
"But, senior brother, what will we do if you leave?" Jinghai opened his mouth to persuade, but he didn't know how to persuade, so in the end he could only plead.
War Wolf chuckled lightly and consoled him: "Isn't it that there is still Jingkong and Jingjue?"
"Elder brother, I'll go with you!" Unexpectedly, someone rushed in at this moment, it was Jingkong who looked fierce but was actually naive.
Jingjue then walked out of the shadows, with a trace of depression on his face. He looked at Zhanlang, then at Jingkong, and finally at Wang Liangyu, asking for help with his eyes: "Can you please advise me?"
Wang Liangyu spread her hands, expressing that she was helpless, but in fact, she was already happy.
Great men tell us that we must unite all forces that can be united.
How could Wang Liangyu try to persuade him? He wished there were more people like Zhan Lang!
The more, the merrier!
Seeing this, Fu Rong sighed helplessly, turned to look at Zhan Lang, and patiently persuaded: "Brother Jing Neng, you can still do things if you stay in Shaolin. Isn't it what we have to do to protect the people of Dengfeng City?" After a pause,
Then he lamented, "Shaolin Temple cannot live without you!"
The Shaolin Temple has a group of martial monks who are responsible for maintaining the safety of the Shaolin Temple.
Fu Rong could see clearly better than anyone else that Warrior Wolf was the leader and soul of this group of monks. Once Wolf Warrior left, even if the group of monks could still survive, it would definitely not be stable and it would fall apart very quickly.
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For the safety of the Shaolin Temple, Furong could not let War Wolf leave no matter what.
Jinghai also joined in the persuasion process and persuaded her earnestly.
Jingkong was the calmest, standing aside without saying a word. He had made up his mind to follow his senior brother, and he would go wherever the senior brother went.
Wang Liangyu had no intention of interfering in the affairs between their senior brothers. He turned around and found a corner to sit down, and continued to read the secret book in his hand, the famous Yi Jin Jing.
During the Xianfeng period, Wang Zuyuan entered the Shaolin Temple and stayed in the temple for more than three months. He obtained Shaolin's "Inner Power Pictures" and the Gun and Stick Manual. In his later years, he published "The Internal Power Pictures" and published it in the world. After that, after several circulations, this "Inner Power Pictures" was published in the world.
"Pictures" was passed down as the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing.
But in fact, Shaolin's secret Yi Jin Jing has rarely been spread to the world from beginning to end, and even few monks in the temple know about it.
The Yi Jin Jing in Wang Liangyu's hand was given to him by the abbot himself. The brand-new pages and wet ink made Wang Liangyu look stunned.
"The Yi Jin Jing was originally destroyed a long time ago. There is only a copy in the temple, which is also an old thing from more than a hundred years ago." The abbot explained, and then added, "This is a new copy by me, every word is not missed, and every stroke is good.
, even the annotations of practitioners from past generations have not been left behind."
Wang Liangyu took a closer look and saw that the main text of the Yi Jin Jing was all in Sanskrit, and next to it were Chinese character annotations. They were densely packed, but there was not even a single figure.
"Is there no picture?" Wang Liangyu was stunned after reading it and asked.
The abbot shook his head: "No!"
Wang Liangyu was a little disappointed when he heard this. He didn't know whether the Shaolin Temple had never discovered the secret of the graphics in the Yi Jin Jing appearing when wet, or the Yi Jin Jing was not the Yi Jin Jing he thought.
Feeling disappointed in her heart, Wang Liangyu was still grateful on her face and kept saying thank you.
After seeing off the abbot, Wang Liangyu picked up the scriptures and couldn't wait to read them.
Not surprisingly, I was confused and confused.
Wang Liangyu, who had long been accustomed to it, didn't care. He studied it patiently and carefully, over and over again. He didn't expect to learn it, but just wanted to memorize all the scriptures.
Life in the Shaolin Temple is very leisurely, including eating, sleeping, reading, and practicing.
Before I knew it, more than a month had passed.
On this day, Wang Liangyu read the Yi Jin Jing as usual.
By the end of January, Wang Liangyu had already memorized the Yi Jin Jing by heart, but whenever he had time, Wang Liangyu would still read it several times to deepen his memory.
While watching, Wolf Warrior suddenly ran over in big strides.
"What's wrong?" Wang Liangyu looked at Zhan Lang and asked curiously.
Zhan Lang stopped and said quickly: "That Chen Yulou is here. He said he has something important to discuss with you!"
"Chen Yulou?" Wang Liangyu was stunned for a long time before he remembered this person. These days of studying Shaolin martial arts, he had almost forgotten everything about the outside world.
While he was talking, Wang Liangyu walked to the front yard and saw Chen Yulou wearing a long gown, a white hat on his head, a pair of sunglasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, and shaking a folding fan in his hand, looking like a gentle and elegant scholar.
"What do you want from me?" Wang Liangyu stepped forward and asked.
Chen Yulou glanced left and right, put his head next to Wang Liangyu's ear, and whispered: "I got the Eastern Zhou Dynasty silk book!"
Wang Liangyu looked sideways at Chen Yulou, curious and a little confused.
Silk books from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty? What the hell!
Chen Yulou didn't notice it, so he talked to himself, with excitement on his face: "Our ancestors have a big secret!"
"Great power?" Wang Liangyu finally remembered and asked in surprise, "Isn't it the emperor's art of conferring gods?"
"That's just a cover!" Chen Yulou waved his hand, and then said urgently, "Gods! There really are gods in this world!"