The young monk followed Jingming and slowly walked into the boxing group. The Uncle Hong Rui whom I mentioned before was already standing at the front of the crowd with his hands behind his back, looking at the bustling crowd with an expressionless face.
The little monk had met this master Hong Rui before, but the little monk didn't seem to like this master very much, because Hong Rui always had a straight face, and his expression was always the same, just like the wooden man the little monk faced every day.
, there is no joy, anger, sorrow or joy at all, even his own master has never been as serious as this Hong Rui.
"Brother Jingming, why does Uncle Hongrui always have this expression?" The young monk hid behind Jingming and asked in a low voice.
"I don't know either. You'd better stop talking. If Uncle Hong Rui hears this thing, I will be punished again." Jingming explained without looking back and frowning. The young monk's status was special, so Jingming didn't dare.
But this Uncle Hong Rui seems to be more difficult to offend.
Hong Rui stood quietly in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back. After a while, he felt that people were almost there. Hong Rui took a step forward and looked around the crowd with squinted eyes. His eyes never stayed on the young monk for a moment. It seemed that he did not notice the existence of the young monk.
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It stands to reason that the young monk is considered a celebrity in the entire Qingshan Temple. Everyone knows the young monk, but unfortunately there are too many people practicing boxing at this time. In addition, the young monk and Jingming have something in their hearts.
I felt ashamed, so I didn’t choose the position in front, but stood in the back.
After Hong Rui walked around with his hands behind his back, he shouted softly: "Where is Jingming?"
Jingming was originally the hardest-working disciple of Qingshan Temple, so every time he practiced martial arts, he would stand at the front, going back and forth. Hong Rui had some impressions of Jingming, who was averagely talented but extremely hardworking. He looked around just now and found no Jingming.
Ming's location, I couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Disciple is here!" After Jingming heard this, he quickly stepped forward and shouted.
"Why are you standing so far away today?" Hong Rui asked with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"Replying to Uncle Master, I came late today and couldn't find the place." Jingming explained respectfully, with a somewhat guilty expression on his face, but in fact Jingming didn't speak. Today Jingming deliberately slowed down his pace.
, so when I arrived, the front seat had already been occupied by other disciples.
"Yes." Hong Rui nodded slowly and did not continue to say anything.
There are actually only a few types of Buddhist martial arts, boxing, qigong, Sanda, and stick techniques. Because Buddhism has a precept of not killing, the weapons used by Buddhism are generally less lethal.
Small stick.
Buddhist boxing has very strict requirements on basic skills, and the most basic requirement of boxing is stance.
There are horse stance stakes, chair stakes, T-shaped stakes, etc. The little monk is following Xuanzheng, and naturally he cannot escape the most basic martial arts training skills such as standing on the stance. At this time, there are many wooden stakes on the martial arts field. The little monk
It seems that just by looking at it, I feel bored. After all, I have practiced it countless times.
When Hong Rui saw that the people had almost arrived, he gave a light shout, and the disciples began to perform the most basic steps of the horse stance. The young monk had no choice but to follow the others and follow the steps of the horse stance.
"I thought I could see something new today, but I didn't expect that I would have to walk on horseback when I got here." The young monk stood behind Jingming and said lightly with his mouth curled up, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"We have to march every day." Jingming replied softly.
The little monk curled his lips helplessly and said nothing.
An hour is naturally not a long time for disciples like Jingming. After all, these people have long been used to it every day. But for the young monk, it can be said to be like a year. Even if he is following his master in the mountains on weekdays, the young monk
When the monk was doing the horse gait, he would take a break secretly when Xuan Zheng was not paying attention. But today, the young monk wanted to rest but was afraid that Hong Rui would find him, so he had no choice but to follow the others and assume a fairly regular horse gait.
An hour passed, and the disciples slowly put away their horses.
In addition to practicing the most basic stance, Buddhist boxing also requires practicing the most basic movements such as sight, hearing, grabbing, pulling, pushing, lifting, kicking, etc. However, because these things are only suitable for those who have just started practicing boxing,
Therefore, Hong Rui did not lead his disciples to repeat those insignificant actions.
The young monk stood among the crowd and looked at Hong Rui at the front with squinted eyes, with a bit of curiosity on his face.
Hong Rui took a step forward and said softly: "One of the most distinctive features of our Qingshan Temple boxing is that we hit a line. Who can tell me that there are eight essentials in the boxing technique, and which eight essentials are they?"
After everyone heard this, they looked at each other and said nothing.
"What? You just said it yesterday and you forgot about it today?" Hong Rui shouted, seemingly unhappy.
After everyone heard what Hong Rui said, no one was willing to stand up.
Hong Rui looked around the crowd and shouted to Jingming in the crowd: "Jingming, please answer, our Qingshan Temple's boxing technique has eight points, which eight points are they distributed in?"
"To tell you, uncle, our Qingshan Temple's eight boxing techniques are up, down, advance, retreat, reverse, side, close, and vertical." Ming Jing replied quickly.
After hearing this, Hong Rui nodded slowly and said in a low voice: "Yes, the eight essentials that Jingming just mentioned are the eight most basic essentials of our Qingshan Temple boxing."
"Senior Brother Mingjing, are you so powerful?" The young monk shouted to Mingjing in surprise.
"This is the most basic thing. Uncle Hong Rui just talked about it yesterday, but these people didn't listen carefully." Mingjing replied in a low voice.
"Oh." The little monk nodded slowly and did not continue.
Hong Rui looked around at everyone and continued: "Our Qingshan Temple's boxing can be said to be the most direct set of boxing in the world today. Although the routines are straight forward, the movements must be simple and powerful. The various routines are practiced in one place.
Online, this is the punch I just mentioned
The principle of line. Today I will tell you about the requirements of the hand, eye and body steps: the technique is curved but not crooked, straight but not straight, rolling out and in and out with ease; the eye technique is focused on the eyes to judge the enemy's situation; the body technique is up and down.
The horizontal and vertical movements are smooth, focusing on controlling the center of gravity without losing balance; the footwork is low and high, light and steady."
After hearing this, the little monk frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, his face very puzzled.
"Do you all understand?" Hong Rui asked with a frown when he saw the confusion on everyone's faces.
"I don't understand." The disciple at the front slowly shook his head.