It is now November, and the nights in Songshan Mountain are quite cold. The two of them were walking in the mountains with flashlights, and the mountain wind blew violently. The little monk Yongxin, who was wearing a cotton-padded monk's robe, couldn't help but shiver and grit his teeth.
They make a "clucking" sound from time to time when they touch each other.
Kang Jianfei took off his coat and threw it to him, saying, "Put it on."
Yongxin turned to look at Kang Jianfei and saw that he only had a woolen sweater left on him, and said, "The donor wears very little, so I'd better keep it for myself."
"Do you think I look cold?" Kang Jianfei said, suddenly turning around and shouting into the darkness behind, "Come out, why are you hiding?"
There was a sound of footsteps in the night, and a black figure ran closer. Only then did the young monk Yongxin see clearly that it was Zhen Zidan.
Zhen Zidan chuckled and said, "I saw you quietly leaving the temple, so I knew you were going to find that master."
Yongxin was indeed very cold. Seeing that Kang Jianfei didn't seem to be cold, he quickly put on the brand new coat. Kang Jianfei was much taller than the 16-year-old Yongxin. The hem of the clothes the young monk wore reached to his knees.
Wearing the fine fabric of the coat, the little monk could not put it down and began to possess it.
"Amitabha, sin, sin, don't be greedy..." Yong Xin kept repeating silently.
After the three of them left the Shaolin Temple, they kept walking westward. The mountain road became increasingly difficult to walk. They kept walking for more than an hour, and their trousers and shoes were completely soaked by the dew on the grass.
Zhen Zidan gradually became impatient. He looked at his watch and said, "I've been walking for almost two hours. Where is that master?"
Yongxin still gave the same answer: "Right in front."
After turning a hilltop, the scenery ahead suddenly changed. There were fewer trees and vegetation. Except for the pines growing out of the cracks in the rocks, most of the others were rugged cliffs with strange rocks.
In his previous life, Kang Jianfei had accompanied the crew to Shaoshi Mountain for filming, and he guessed that they were going to the Sanhuang Village at the west foot. However, compared with the mature tourist attractions developed in later generations, the mountain roads at this time were a hundred times more difficult to walk, and most of the time there were no trails at all.
The way the road looks, it's completely covered by weeds.
Going further, there are no ropeways or other things built with money from later governments. Instead, there are ancient plank roads and stone steps that have decayed. If you accidentally step on them, you will fall to the bottom of the mountain and be shattered to pieces.
Yongxin held a flashlight with one hand and held the rocks with the other as he moved forward. He warned Kang Jianfei and Zhen Zidan behind him: "Be careful. These wooden boards are at least a hundred years old. It's best to walk on the rocks."
Kang Jianfei asked: "How did Master Suneng find this place?"
Young monk Yongxin said: "I heard from my senior brother that Master Suneng was a doctor who returned from studying abroad before he went to the Shaolin Temple. After Little Japan was driven away, Master Suneng returned to Dengfeng with his family to get back his ancestral property.
He opened a small private hospital by himself. Later, when the land movement happened, his father ordered people to beat to death the cadres who came to distribute the land... Later, Uncle Suneng escaped to the mountains alone and became a monk. Uncle Suneng originally
He is a Western medicine doctor. After coming to the Shaolin Temple, he began to study the medical books left in the temple and specialized in treating the monks. He came here to collect medicines before accidentally discovering the things in the cave."
The more Zhen Zidan listened, the more excited he became. This was just like what was written in the novel. A person encountered a big change. Then he escaped into Buddhism, had adventures in the mountains and forests, and finally became a super hermit master. At this time, there should be a young man with extraordinary talents.
, ran headlong into the mountains, and was favored by this worldly master. He eventually developed peerless martial arts.
And he, Zhen Zidan, is naturally that talented young man!
Instantly, Zhen Zidan’s legs no longer hurt, her waist was no longer sore, and she felt more energetic when walking. She kept urging Yongxin to walk faster.
But the mountain road was too difficult to walk, and most of the time we had to walk close to the stone walls, and below were the dark cliffs and deep valleys. The three of them walked for another two hours, and it was already midnight. Yongxin suddenly pointed to the darkness in the distance.
He said: "Uncle Suneng lives over there."
Both Kang Jianfei and Donnie Yen were overjoyed and quickly walked over. After bypassing several rock walls, they discovered that there was a cave inside, and there was actually a large, relatively flat mountain.
Gradually the road was revealed. It was obvious that people often walked around here, and the weeds failed to cover the road.
Kang Jianfei used his flashlight to scan both sides of the road and found that it was land that had been leveled. On one side, the ditches seemed to have been planted with some seeds, but on the other side was a vegetable patch, with many vegetables growing in it.
Walking further inside, Kang Jianfei discovered that there were stone steps and the remains of walls, and further inside were some wooden buildings that had been destroyed for an unknown number of years. Behind the buildings was a rocky cliff, with many caves vaguely visible in the rocky walls, some
The Buddha statues in the cave have long been damaged, and some of the Buddha statues can still vaguely see their colors.
The beam of the flashlight turned, and in the corner between the ruins of the ancient building and the cave, there was a thatched hut. The wall foundation of the hut was made of irregular stones, and the walls were tightly wrapped with wood and thatch, so that in the winter
It can be warmer, and the roof is also covered with layers of thatch.
Young monk Yongxin pointed to the thatched house and said, "That's Master Suneng's house."
Before Kang Jianfei could react, Zhen Zidan had already ran over, stretched out his hand and slapped the door panel, shouting: "Master, I want to see you..."
Zhen Zidan was still knocking on the door, but Kang Jianfei didn't say anything to stop him. After all, it was just right for someone to do such an offending thing like knocking on the door in the middle of the night. He looked at the furnishings outside the house and saw several bundles of dried herbs hanging from the thatched eaves.
Two hoes, a wooden dung bucket, and other messy items.
After Zhen Zidan called a few more times, the wooden door was suddenly opened, and a dark figure stood inside.
Yongxin said quickly: "Uncle, I am Yongxin, these two are distinguished guests from Hong Kong."
"Hong Kong..." Su Neng muttered softly, turned around and walked into the room again, saying, "Come in."
Kang Jianfei followed Zhen Zidan in and scanned the room with a beam of light. He found that apart from an irregular wooden bed made of pine strips and thatch, there was only a small bench and a small wooden table in the room.
There were several scriptures and medical books on the small wooden table, and there was not even an oil lamp. It must be that this master usually returned at sunset and worked at sunrise.
The beam of the flashlight moved further and illuminated some pots, pots, dishes and chopsticks in the corner. On the wall on the other side, hung a pair of glasses with a broken leg. One of the lenses of the glasses was broken, and the other lens was covered with dust.
Apparently its owner hasn't worn it for a long time.
Kang Jianfei dimmed the light of the flashlight so that the light would be more diffuse and less dazzling.
With the faint light, Kang Jianfei carefully looked at this mysterious master and realized that this person was far from the master in his impression.
Monk Su Neng had a neatly trimmed beard, but his hair had grown out in messy lengths. He was not wearing monk robes but a tattered cotton-padded jacket, and his shoes were also in tatters.
The only thing that made Kang Jianfei interesting was that although this man was very thin, his face was ruddy and shiny, and his eyes were deep and calm.
After entering the room, neither Kang Jianfei nor Yongxin spoke. Zhen Zidan said impatiently: "Master, I heard that your kung fu is very powerful."
Monk Su Neng spoke in a very approachable manner, but the content was totally inconsistent with what Zhen Zidan said. He glanced at Kang Jianfei and Zhen Zidan and said, "It's been a long time since I've talked to outsiders. There's no tea in the house. Please be more considerate to the guests."
Monk Su Neng's He Nan accent was so thick that even Kang Jianfei had a hard time understanding it, and Zhen Zidan was even more confused.
"Master, what did you say?" Zhen Zidan asked.
Monk Suneng said: "Guest, please take a seat."
"Dig?" Zhen Zidan grew up in the United States and speaks English more fluently than Mandarin and Cantonese. She uttered a bird's call in a hurry.
"Plug your crotch, Pulis!" Monk Suneng said in fluent English.
Zhen Zidan was stunned when he heard this and asked in English: "Can you speak English?"
Monk Suneng replied: "Daily communication should be no problem."
The two quickly started communicating in English. Monk Suneng first asked about some international trends, and then discussed Mozart with Zhen Zidan. The two had a great time chatting.
Kang Jianfei and Yongxin couldn't understand foreign languages, so they could only stare at them. They felt bored after listening for a long time.
Zhen Zidan chatted with Monk Suneng for a while, and the monk suddenly shook his head, but it was Zhen Zidan who wanted to see his kung fu. As Zhen Zidan kept asking, Monk Suneng finally reluctantly agreed.
Since the area in the house was too narrow, the two could only go out to compete. Yongxin also followed Kang Jianfei quite excitedly out to watch.
Monk Su Neng stood unobtrusively in the open space. After Zhen Zidan lost to Kang Jianfei a few days ago, he did not dare to underestimate others, and very cautiously tried to throw a punch. He had just punched halfway, and Monk Su Neng had already
Arriving last, he blocked his punch with one hand and quickly pressed Zhen Zidan's chest with the other, pushing him back five or six steps before stopping.
When Kang Jianfei saw this hand, he couldn't help but sigh: "This intention is really 'poisonous'. If the blow just now had been replaced by a fist instead of a push, Zhen Zidan would have been beaten to the point of vomiting blood."
Zhen Zidan's loss this time was even more inexplicable than the last time he lost to Kang Jianfei. He rushed forward again in disbelief, only to be pushed back several times in a short period of time.
This kung fu sounds too mysterious, just like the peerless martial arts in martial arts novels, but Kang Jianfei feels that Monk Su Neng's intention is similar to Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do. Every time Zhen Zidan punches, he is beaten by Monk Su Neng.
The attack came first and was intercepted, and then he was hit by a quick counterattack.
Monk Su Neng's moves are not complicated, just a few back and forth moves, but what's rare is that his reaction speed is extremely fast, as if he can predict how the opponent will move.
Zhen Zidan finally stopped fighting pointlessly and began to pester Monk Suneng to become a disciple.
Su Neng said to Zhen Zidan: "If you want to learn from me, you can. If you can bear the loneliness, you can move here and live with me for five years."
Zhen Zidan was dumbfounded. It was okay for him to stay in this poor place for ten days and a half, but wouldn't it be crazy to stay in this wretched place for five years? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.
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