Songshan Mountain lives among the five mountains and was called "Zhongyue" in ancient times.

The peaks are thousands of feet high, all of which are covered with mountains and mountains. The mountain roads are steep. There are clouds and mists in the mountains, and there are many rains. The beautiful trees, flowers and plants are blooming all over the mountains. It is really a fairyland on earth!

Songshan is not famous both at home and abroad because of its landscape, but on the top of Songshan, there is a thousand-year-old ancient temple, which is the famous Shaolin Temple.

Speaking of Shaolin Temple, everyone in China knows it, and even the uncivilized child can tell two, three, and four.

In the Southern Shaolin and the Northern Wudang, they have always been regarded as the "Taishan Beidou" in the martial arts world. Whether it is the right path or the evil sect, there are almost no one who disagrees with these two great Buddhas.

However, the times have changed, the so-called "national arts" have long since left people's vision and even the stage of history, leaving only some fancy matchups, not at all the sharpness of martial arts itself.

The story to tell this book is born in Shaolin Temple, so you can continue reading.

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The sun in the east rises from the foot of Mount Song, and Shaolin Temple is bathed in the sunshine. The ancient bells are ringing in a row, loud and the entire mountain gate is echoing.

The monks who were doing morning classes put on their shoes and socks, meditated in the Main Hall, and recited Buddhist scriptures. They were like an old monk entering into meditation, without moving at all.

From time to time, a little monk sneaked into the hall, grabbed the cushion, hid behind everyone, squinted his eyes, and pretended that he had come long ago.

"Jiekong, you are lazy again." The old monk said in front of the hall.

"It's not my fault for me. I drank some cold water last night and ate a bowl of vegetarian noodles. I took it all night..." The little monk said with a bitter face.

"Haha, my uncle has always been at ease, and eating and drinking is human nature, and it is not harmful. Let the abbot forgive him for a moment." Another monk said with a smile.

"You continue to meditate, be careful, you go to the back mountain with your teacher, and you have something to talk to you about." The old monk stood up, holding a tin staff. He seemed to be over 70 years old last year, and half of his foot stepped into the coffin, but his steps were light and walking like the wind, just like a strong young man.

"yes."

The little monk touched his head, and the master of Xinli must have realized that his diarrhea was all lies. This time he had violated the deception, so he would have to punish him for practicing hard in the back mountain for seven or eight days.

The back mountain is a weedy field, and at the end of the grass is a cliff. The cliff is called "Wuliang Cliff". A cave is opened in the cliff. The cave is dark and deep, and I don't know where it leads. In addition to the abbot, the monks in Shaolin Temple cannot enter without authorization. If anyone disobeys, they will be driven out of the mountain gate and will never be a disciple of Shaolin!

Regarding the origin of this cliff, it is said that it was the place where the previous dynasty presided over the death of his father, and his flesh and blood were all enshrined in the cave. He was afraid that someone would disturb his ancestors' heroic spirits, so he did not let people enter and exit.

This time the master called him here, what exactly do you want to do?

The old monk stood by the cliff, looked at the abyss under the cliff, and said leisurely: "Jiekong, how many years have you been in my Buddhism?"

The little monk said, "It's been seventeen years since I returned to the master."

The old monk was in a daze and said kindly: "It's been seventeen years, and time passes so quickly."

The little monk looked at the old monk and didn't understand what the master said. He just felt that the master was happy, as if he was having a beautiful dream.

The old monk said again: "Do you know who your parents are?"

The young monk was surprised. He grew up in Shaolin Temple since he was a child, and he only thought that his master was his father and his brothers were brothers. He never thought about his life experience. Now that the master mentioned the old things again, he was at a loss.

parents?

A familiar and unfamiliar name.

Seeing him bowing his head, the old monk continued, "Seventeen years ago, a man and a woman were injured and sent a baby to the foot of the mountain. When I saw the two of them looking and walking, I knew that they were masters of martial arts and that they must have been chased by someone. But the monks were kind enough. I carried the bamboo basket, and the two had disappeared in the forest, leaving only a jade pendant."

As he said that, the old monk took out the jade pendant from his arms and handed it to the little monk.

"Is this their relic?" The little monk trembled with his hands and did not dare to take it.

"No, those two people have deep skills and must have the means to protect themselves. Keep this jade pendant, or want to meet you again one day!" The old monk said.

"Reunion?" The little monk smiled bitterly: "I haven't been going up the mountain to find me for seventeen years, I'm afraid I'm an abandoned child and I'm too lazy to have it."

"Nonsense!" The old monk shouted angrily: "There are no parents in the world who don't love you? You just say that they abandon you, but you don't know that they are protecting you. If you hadn't arrived at my mountain gate that day and allowed me to adopt you, how could you live to this day?"

"I..." The little monk was scolded angrily and couldn't speak for a while.

"It's not that I don't want to, maybe I can't find you." The old monk sighed: "I can't help but be in the world, but who has no difficulties?"

"Master, then what do you want me to do?" the little monk said with a glaring eyes.

"Go down the mountain!" the old monk.

"Go down the mountain?" The little monk shook his head: "Master, you want to drive me down the mountain."

"It's not that you are driving you down the mountain, but that you are going down the mountain to find your parents." The old monk said: "What's more, you are on the mountain and you don't know anything about human relationships and worldly affairs. This time you go down the mountain and go deep into the world, it is also a kind of practice."

"The disciples don't want to leave the master."

"There is a banquet that will last forever. Although you and I are masters and disciples, we are just as affection as father and son. As teachers, we know your thoughts, so we don't have to be sad or confused. The children of Buddhists should not be afraid of hardships or hardships. Go down the mountain!" The old monk said lightly.

"disciple…"

"Go down the mountain!"

The old monk turned his back and was already full of tears.

The little monk twitched his nose and tears flowed like a spring. Seeing that the master had made up his mind, it was useless to say anything else, so he knelt on the ground and said three times: "Master, I will be a master for one day and be a father for the rest of my life. When my disciples go down the mountain this time, no matter how hard they can find their parents, they will definitely go back to Shaolin to see the master in three years, so I will say goodbye to you!"

With a tears, the little monk took the jade pendant and said suddenly: "Master, how dare you ask me the name of the family?"

"Gold goes with the flow!"

"Go with the flow? Just follow the flow, so follow the flow!"

The little monk laughed loudly, and rushed down the mountain without stopping.

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