Dark clouds rolled in the sky, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled. Heavy rain poured down from the sky like water.
"Feng 'er!" A farmer in his thirties, wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, was shouting loudly by a small river at the foot of the hill.
"Father!" An eight-year-old boy, who was so cold that his entire body was trembling, walked out from a pile of seaweed. He held a string of small fish in his small hand and waved.
"Feng 'er, why didn't you listen to me? If we fall into the river, what will happen to our parents…Feng 'er!”Nong Han hugged the child and was about to scold him when he saw his face turn pale. His eyes closed and he fainted from the cold. Her small hands were tightly clutching the string of small fish, refusing to let go even if she died.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The farmer carried his son and staggered towards the farmhouse behind the hill.
In the three mud huts, there was a big bed and a small bed. They were squeezed into the big room on the left. In the middle was the guest hall. There was a small wooden table, a few small wooden stools, and the rest were all farm tools. On the right was the kitchen. The clay stove, firewood, pots and bowls were neatly placed inside. In the left room, the husband and wife were anxiously pacing around, but there was nothing they could do. The child's pale face was covered in cold sweat as he mumbled,""Mother, I caught a fish…"
" Child, it's Mother's fault. Mother shouldn't have told you that she wanted to eat fish…"
The next day, Shaolin's Master Xuan Ku came to visit. When he heard that the child was seriously ill, he rushed into the house to check on him.
"Master, I'll have to trouble you again!" A farmer couple looked anxiously at the child on the small bed and said gratefully to the Shaolin monk, Master Xuan Ku, who was treating him.
"Amitabha Buddha! Benefactor Qiao, Qiao Feng is fine. He just caught a cold. He will be fine after drinking some ginger soup. It was just that this child lacked nutrition, which was why he caught a cold!”Master Xuan Ku said.
When the couple was busy preparing the ginger soup, Master Xuan Ku patted Qiao Feng's back with his large hand. A wave of hot air rose up, but it consumed internal energy to cleanse his meridians and marrow.
"Ah, Master!" After a while, Qiao Feng woke up and saw the concerned look in the old monk's eyes. He quickly called out.
This Qiao Feng is no longer that Qiao Feng. Just last night, Qiao Feng, who had died on the Senkaku Islands, had unknowingly taken over this body. When she woke up, she was shocked. Her arms and legs were so small that she couldn't get up. Combining the memories in his mind, he immediately understood that he had hit the jackpot. He had actually entered the Heavenly Dragon World and became the foster son of Qiao Sanhuai, a farmer at the foot of the Shaolin Temple-Qiao Feng. There was also an irresponsible master, Xuan Ku, the head of the Dao Verification Institute, who had secretly run down the mountain to teach him martial arts. In the past three years, he had not let a third person know. While he was excited, he was also worried about his family's predicament…Until the sky was about to brighten, he felt tired and fell asleep.
When he woke up and saw Master Xuan Ku, his familiar face seemed to have aged by a few years, and his spirit withered. However, his body was warm and full of vitality. He knew that his master had paid a great price to cure him.
"Master, a few days ago, I saw a white tiger in my dream. It was very fierce and ran into my body. Later, a person wearing the same clothes as Master said to me," Child, this white tiger's killing intent is very strong. You need to stay in the Shaolin Temple for a year to get rid of its killing intent!'I was so scared that I fainted. After so many days, I still remembered this sentence!”Qiao Feng said sincerely. However, he was thinking, Master, I'm sorry for lying to you! There was nothing to eat at home. When they arrived at Shaolin Temple, they did not have to worry about food and drink. His parents were already short of clothes and food. Coupled with himself, life was too difficult.”
"Child, you have to obey the rules of the monks when you enter the temple. Can you bear it?”When Xuan Ku saw such an eight-year-old child, the words he said should not be false. He frowned and pondered for a moment before asking.
"Master, I'll only stay for a year before I renounce asceticism and leave the mountain.”Qiao Feng asked, puzzled.
"Once you enter the sect, if you want to leave the mountain and renounce asceticism, you have to pass the Shaolin Temple's Eighteen Arhats Formation. Otherwise, you can't leave the mountain for the rest of your life!”Xuan Ku Bao said solemnly.
"Alright, Master!" Qiao Feng wanted to get something to eat, and he could also learn the Shaolin Sect's treasure, the Yijin Sutra. There was a big secret in that book that no one had discovered until now. He hardened his heart and went all out! He said firmly.
"Alright, I'll pick you up in two days!”
Not long after, Master Xuan Ku told Qiao San and his wife about this matter and left.
"Child, eat more!"
"Feng 'er, remember to come down the mountain often to see Father and Mother!”
"Feng 'er…"
In these two days, Qiao Feng received full care from his parents. From their eyes, one could see how reluctant they were to let their son go up the mountain. However, their family background was too poor. The two of them were speechless for a moment. They could not say anything to persuade their son to stay. They were so anxious that it was as if they were cutting the flesh from their hearts. It was very uncomfortable. In the middle of the night, Qiao Feng could vaguely hear his mother's suppressed cries.
"Father, Mother, don't worry. I will come down the mountain often to look for you!”On the third day, Xuan Ku arrived as promised and prepared to bring Qiao Feng up the mountain.
Qiao Feng's mother held his little hand tightly, her eyes filled with tears, and she refused to let go. Her eyes were red, and she instantly lost most of her usual vigor.
"Old woman, let go. It's not like I can't see my son again!”Qiao Feng's father rushed out and pulled her hand away, cursing loudly.
"Amitabha Buddha!" Master Xuan Ku chanted the name of Buddha, took Qiao Feng's hand, and walked towards Shaolin Temple.
" Son, my son…" Qiao Feng's mother threw herself into her husband's arms and hammered his chest with all her might. Her hoarse voice was filled with deep affection as she cried out helplessly.
"Mother!" Qiao Feng shouted in his heart. He really wanted to run back to his parents, but what should he do in the future?
On Shaoshi Mountain, there were temples and halls scattered among the rocks. They were grand and solemn.
After passing through the temple halls, he arrived at the Taoist temple. His master personally presided over the shaving ceremony for him and gave him the Dharma name "Huizhong".
……
"Huizhong, come, cheers!"
"Huizhong, this drumstick smells so good. Here!”
"Huizhong…"
At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain in Henan Province, in a dense forest, a group of 11-or 12-year-old novice monks surrounded an eight-year-old monk, constantly toasting and eating meat. Beside a bonfire, the fragrance of wine and meat filled the air. The monks all had red faces and greasy mouths. They laughed and drank to their hearts 'content.
" Guwa, guwa!..." Suddenly, a few strange crows cried out, vaguely revealing some kind of meaning.
"Not good, the Uncle-Masters of the Xuan generation are here. What should we do?”The group of young acolytes of the Hui generation were so scared that their faces turned pale. They cried out in unison and were at a loss in their panic.
"Senior brothers, you run first. I'll stop Uncle-Masters. I'll bear all the sins myself. I won't implicate you!”The eight-year-old monk was full of loyalty. He patted his chest with his small hand and shouted straightforwardly.
" How can we do that? We can't just leave Huizhong alone…" The monks panicked and said repeatedly, but the sound of " wah wah " was getting closer and closer.
"Senior Brothers, hurry up and leave. If you get caught, you'll all suffer! If this little brother is really locked up in the Commandment Yard, there won't even be anyone to deliver food.”The small monk urged them repeatedly, like a small adult. He drove the group of young acolytes into the depths of the forest.
" Huizhong, be careful…" The monks turned around and looked at Huizhong gratefully. After greeting him, they all left, leaving only Huizhong and the bones on the ground with a lingering fragrance.
Hui Zhong was unhurried. He turned around and sat beside the bonfire. He grabbed the remaining meat and wine with his small hand and continued to eat and drink. He thought to himself, Since I'm going to be punished, I might as well eat to my heart's content!
"Huiling, are you trying to get into trouble and imitate crows for no reason?”A monk in his thirties was holding a twelve-year-old novice monk in his hand as he scolded sternly.
"Amitabha! Martial Uncle Xuan Ku, I've loved the chirping of birds since I was young. Once I enter the forest, I can't help but chirp twice!”The little monk raised his right palm and put one palm together as he spoke to the big monk.
Where is my naughty disciple, Huizhong? Hurry up and lead the way!”The big monk's eyes flickered as he glared at Huiling, his face full of anger.
"We're here, we're here!" Huiling hurriedly led the way. She thought to herself, after calling out so many times, Huizhong must have run away long ago.
"Little brat, good, very good!”When Xuan Ku saw Huizhong, he was so angry that his entire body trembled. Amidst Huiling's screams, he went forward and grabbed Huizhong's small body as he cursed angrily.
"Ah, Master! Greetings, disciple!" Huizhong felt his body lighten and he was already floating in the air. He raised his head and saw a familiar face filled with rage. He spat out a handful of bones from his small mouth and burped. A breath of alcohol was exhaled, making Xuan Ku unable to open his eyes. He put his right hand together and smiled.
" I told you to be naughty, I told you to drink wine, I told you to eat meat…" Xuan Ku pressed Hui Zhong to the ground with his left hand and pulled open his pants with his right hand. He slapped his snow-white butt fiercely. In an instant, it was red and swollen like a ripe peach.
"Pa!" The sound was from the palm to the flesh, following Xuan Ku's cursing, like chanting scriptures, very rhythmic. Huiling turned around upon hearing that. Her face was pale, and her eyes blinked in fear.
"Aiyo! Master, be gentle, be gentle! After more than a month on the mountain, the disciple had been beaten more than ten times. Every time, his butt, thigh, and flesh were almost smashed. If this continued, his butt would be gone. Master, please calm down and save it for next time!”Hui Zhong smiled and turned to Xuan Ku.
"You vile disciple, what did master teach you? Shaolin monks abstain from drinking, sex, and anger! You've done it all! The female benefactor brought her daughter to pray to Buddha, and you teased the little girl and kissed her! Martial Nephew Huiguang has come to the Commandment Yard to report you. You, this wicked disciple, brought a bunch of Shaolin disciples into Huiguang's residence in the dark, covered him with a bag, and beat him up…You usually catch chickens, touch dogs, eat meat, and drink wine. Tell me, you're so bad at such a young age. Should you beat him up?”Xuan Ku was extremely furious. The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He regretted it in his heart. He really shouldn't have been soft-hearted and brought this little bastard into Shaolin Temple.
"Sigh, if it wasn't for Abbot Xuan Ci's orders…Forget it, this little guy's background is pitiful. His parents were both Khitans, but he was killed by Senior Brother Xuan Ci and many Jianghu experts at Yanmen Pass. " However, he still has the Khitan bloodline, so I gave him the Buddhist name Hui Zhong. I hope that when he grows up, he will be loyal to the Great Song…" Xuan Ku thought of the past and his heart softened. He stopped and after his anger dissipated, he returned to his usual appearance as an accomplished monk.
"Master, you always say that cultivating Buddhism is about cultivating the heart. Disciple Hui Zhong likes the heroes and warriors in Jianghu from the bottom of his heart. He helps the weak and fights injustice. Determined to be a promising chivalrous man, wine and meat passed through his intestines, but Buddha sat in his heart! When things are done, brush away your clothes and hide your achievements and fame.……Hehe, Master, don't blame me. I was born bold and not afraid of pain. Please save your strength and don't hurt your body and mind!”Hui Zhong said with a smile.
"Amitabha Buddha! Huizhong, it seems that you are not suitable for Shaolin Temple, but belong to the vast Jianghu! But as long as you are a monk, you must accept your punishment. Follow me!”Xuan Ku said with a kind expression. He held Hui Zhong's small hand and walked into the Shaolin Temple.
"Clang!" The eight-year-old Hui Zhong was locked in the stone cave of the Commandment Yard and faced the wall to reflect on his mistakes. It was dark inside, and it took a long time before he could see it clearly. There was a stone bed, a toilet, and a futon in the cave.
Since you're here, you should take it easy. Huizhong sat on the futon, deep in thought. I wonder how my parents are doing? Although he had only stayed with them for a few days, it felt like he had lived with them for a lifetime. And those two little monks from the Bodhi Yard, Huijue and Huiming, did they steal the Tendon Changing Classic for him?
"Huizhong, Huizhong! It's time to eat!" After a long time, when Huizhong's stomach was growling, a familiar voice sounded.
"Who is it? Cabbage, sweet potato, and tofu soup again!”Huizhong muttered with a dissatisfied expression. Although he had only been here for a month, there were already a lot of people who knew him, so he didn't care who was calling him! He hung his head low. He was afraid of eating vegetarian food, so he often hunted rabbits to eat. Ever since he took care of food every day, his body was getting stronger by the day. He had gained a lot of weight and his strength was getting stronger. Sometimes, he would secretly ask his close acolytes to send some of the bigger beasts back to his parents. As time went by, these young novices 'appetites were aroused. In a few days, they gathered together and often secretly tasted meat and wine. They were very happy.
"Huizhong, it's us!" The two young acolytes showed their faces from the entrance of the stone door. A pair of sharp eyes appeared from outside the cave.
"Huijue, Huiming! It's the two of you!" Hui Zhong said in surprise.
"Huizhong, there's good stuff! " You see…" The two young acolytes secretly took out a small paper bag and a small jar of wine from their pockets. They handed it to him with a sly smile.
"Eh? Where did you get this?" Hui Zhong smelled the fragrance of the chicken and immediately asked with a smile.
"Hehe, we stole it from Li Buren's house at the foot of the mountain! That Li Buren was extremely wealthy, but he still fought with the poor and lent money at high interest! " You've married one wife after another, but you're still not satisfied. I heard that you're going to marry a new concubine. Us senior brothers have long disliked it…" The two young acolytes excitedly told him one by one, gesturing from time to time.
"Hey! You two brats are not bad. It's not in vain for me to teach you by words and example for so long!”Huizhong stretched out his small hand and patted the two little baldies lightly as he laughed loudly.
" Oh right, there's also this…" Huijue took out a silk bag from his bosom and handed it to Huizhong mysteriously.
" Meow, meow!..." At this moment, a strange cat meow sounded. It sounded as urgent as spring.
"Not good, the Commandment Yard's Chief Xuan Bei is here!”The two young acolytes cried out in shock.
"Hurry up and leave, or else we'll be in trouble!”
"We're leaving. Huizhong, don't worry. We'll come to see you often!”
The two little acolytes quietly retreated.
After a while, Master Xuan Bei, accompanied by the monks of Commandment Yard, checked the monks in the wall facing cave one by one. After making sure that there was no problem, he turned around and left.
"This is Tendon Changing Classic!" Huizhong was secretly surprised when he opened the silk bag that Huijue had given him and revealed a yellow book. It was filled with crooked Sanskrit characters.
(The highlight is still to come. Please read it carefully!) If you think it looks good, please add it to your collection! In the next chapter, the protagonist was 18 years old. Compared to Qiao Feng, who grew up starving, he had an even more oppressive aura. He directly destroyed the Shaolin Arhat Formation and returned to asceticism to go down the mountain to pick up girls!）
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