It's getting evening.
Yang Jian almost spent all his time practicing Prajna Palm and forgot to eat and sleep.
Prajna Palm is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.
One palm down.
Prajna Migration: Only when the internal organs are seriously injured can the patient be bedridden for 3 years and the disease will be cured.
Little Yang Jian couldn't bear to eat the fragrant food.
Looking at Yang Jian's little face, he lost a lot of weight.
Wisdom first.
Said with a little distress.
"Na Luo Yan, I know that you really want to be like your fathers. In the future, you will be a general who kills enemies and makes meritorious deeds. It is not enough for a general to have the courage of a man. A general can command thousands of troops and horses by virtue of civility, Taoism and martial arts. The great wisdom of strategy and strategizing, but where does human wisdom come from? They are all embedded in the books of sages. If you don’t study hard and only have martial arts, how will you lead troops to fight in the future?"
Yang Jian has been obedient and sensible since he was a child.
After listening to the master's teachings.
From then on, I became more interested in reading.
Ask him to recite something.
You can also memorize it.
The attentive Zhixian still felt that compared with practicing martial arts, Xiao Yang Jian still lacked the spirit of hard work and study in studying.
As Yang Jian grows up day by day.
Zhixian also felt that he was very innocent as he had been living in a monastery.
And developed some good habits.
Whether it is academics or martial arts, some foundations have been laid.
Too simple to achieve success.
Because the world is a world full of bloody killings.
It is a course that must be faced by boys who are born into general families.
Wisdom is to think before and after.
Finally made an extraordinary decision.
Before doing your homework.
Zhixian said to Yang Jian.
"Luo Yan, you are 10 years old but have never traveled far. My teacher wants to take you out for a walk and see the world. What do you think?"
"Okay, master."
Yang Jian heard this.
Very happy.
"Master, we have long wanted to go out and take a look at the scenery outside."
Zhixian wanted to test Yang Jian's intelligence.
Use words to test the way.
"How should we move? Master has thought about this for a long time, but he can't think of a perfect way."
Yang Jian slapped him in the face.
explain.
"What's so difficult about this? Everyone brings two changes of clothes, and each rides a horse. Can't you just shake the side pole and go out?"
Zhixian said.
"There is a chaos of war and chaos outside. A woman and a child are riding a horse and showing off. When the bandits see them, they will first want to mount them. At the same time, they don't know what more terrible things will happen to them."
"Master, then don't ride a horse. Let's walk. Isn't there an inn outside? When you are tired of walking, you can stay at the inn. When you are full of energy, we can go again. By the way, we can also stay at a Buddhist temple. I was born in a Buddhist temple. ."
Zhixian still shook his head.
"Oh, that's not possible. There is a spring famine outside. Besides, there are no villages or shops in many places. Inns and temples are not necessarily easy to find."
"Master, what should we do?"
Yang Jian was at his wits end.
"Let's do this, Luo Yan, let's pretend to be a mother and son on the run, so that we won't attract anyone's attention, but you have to be prepared to endure hardship, do you think that's okay?"
Yang Jian.
He hesitated for a moment.
explain.
"Pretending to be on the run?"
Go on.
"Then I will listen to the master. There is really no other way, so this method will work. If the master can endure hardship, so can Luo Yan."
"Okay, this is what I'm waiting for as a teacher."
Finished.
Zhixian went to the Yang family residence and told the housekeeper that he would take the young master out for about half a month.
the next day.
It's still dark.
The mother and son got up and went out.
Zhixian and Yang Jian each wore ragged clothes.
In each hand, each person held a crooked jujube stick that looked inconspicuous but was very strong.
also.
Zhixian also used the ashes from the bottom of the pot to cover up Yang Jian's thin skin and tender meat.
He was holding an old rattan basket on his arm.
The mouth of the basket was tightly covered with a piece of rag.
Yang Jian, who had never traveled far, was particularly happy.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Walk ahead of the master.
As the morning fog gradually dissipated.
The sun rises slowly.
However, his good mood gradually declined.
According to the season, it should be mid-spring.
After leaving Wuchuan Town, you can see a wasteland everywhere you look.
Not only are there no green trees or grass at all.
There is no dealer who is watered by nature.
Yang Jian.
He said suddenly in surprise.
"A few days ago, we saw that the elm trees in front of our house were all turning green. It's not that far from home, but the trees are all bare."
Wisdom first.
explain.
"Luo Yan, take a closer look and see if the bark of each tree has been stripped off."
Yang Jian asked hurriedly.
“Can’t a tree without bark grow roots and buds?”
Wisdom first.
replied.
"Of course, a tree without its bark is just like a human being."
Yang Jian glanced at the tree closer to him.
Sure enough, they were all dry and black.
So he asked again.
"It's a good tree, why do you have to peel off its bark?"
"Oh, it's not like there's a spring famine. They've all been stripped off to satisfy hunger. Even the bark of the trees has been stripped off and eaten. See if you can still see green in this crop field."
While talking.
A sharp northwest wind carried sand and dust and hit us head on.
The master and apprentice were fascinated by the wind and sand.
After a while, the two of them changed the topic while talking.
Gradually the sun climbed up into the sky.
When the two of them were feeling thirsty, they suddenly saw a few dilapidated huts not far away.
Zhixian said.
"Luo Yan, let's go to the village to get some water."
The master and apprentice walked into the village.
Taking up space at the door of a thatched hut.
The old door stood ajar.
Zhixian knocked on the wooden door but no one answered.
She knocked twice more.
asked softly.
"Is the donor at home? Excuse me."
Still haven't heard any response.
Zhixian had no choice but to push the door open and go in.
A putrid smell hit my nostrils.
The room was dark.
It took her a while to get used to the dim light of the room.
There was an earthen kang set up against the mud wall.
On the other hand, a person was lying upright.
Yang Jian, who came in with her, was shocked and grabbed the master's shirt tightly.
"Shh, Na Luo Yan, don't make a sound."
Zhixian took Yang Jian's hand and exited the room.
Calling people loudly from door to door.
Some of the gates in the village are locked and no one answers when you knock.
Some doors were ajar and no one was inside.
Yang Jian came to the door of the last house at the edge of the village.
Suddenly I saw an old man sitting on a chair and basking in the sun with his eyes closed.
Turn a blind eye to visitors from afar.
"Old man."
Yang Jian just spoke.
The old man picked up the conversation and came over.
"You two are here to beg for food, we haven't seen a grain of food in a long time."
"Amitabha, good, good, good."
Zhixian clasped his palms together and walked over.
"Old man, do you know that someone in the first house at the west end of the village has passed away?"
old man.
Said with tears.
"Grandma Li from that family has passed away for three days."
Wisdom first.
Said again.
"Then why not bury him? There will be a plague in spring."
"Girl, I'm the only one left in the village. How can I still do such a business as an old man?"
Zhixian closed his eyes and recited several Buddhist sutras.
"Let's do this, old man. How about we work together to put Grandma to rest in peace?"
then.
The three men each found a rusty shovel head.
Dig a pit beside the village road.
Then go to the house and wrap the body.
At least grandma was buried.
Both Zhixian and Yang Jian have practiced kung fu.
Although I feel a little hungry in my belly, I can still hold on.
The old man slumped on the ground, dizzy, holding on to his hoe.
Wisdom sees this first.
He immediately took out two wild vegetable dumplings from the rattan basket he brought with him.
One was given to the old man.
One was given to Yang Jian.
Zhixian had already considered in advance that there would always be times when he would be unable to find food when fleeing from famine, so he took some dry food with him.
Under the guidance of the old man, the master and apprentice found a relatively clean well.
Drink enough water.
After taking enough water, we set out again.
For several days, the master and the apprentice traveled during the day and entered the cave at night.
Or find a place to rest among the ruins of the temple.
The noodles that Zhixian brought with him were almost finished.
When she was wondering whether to continue moving forward or return home, she suddenly looked up and saw a green patch of green stretching between the sky and the earth under the spring sunshine.
Wisdom first.
Suddenly he raised his tone in excitement.
explain.
"Well Luo Yan, let's take you to a place you really want to go."
"Is there any good place in the world that we want to go to?"
Yang Jian shook his head.
Everywhere he has been since leaving home has been devastated.
The excitement I felt when I first went out has long since disappeared.
Yang Jian was so depressed that he suddenly said something.
"Master, we don't want to be a general in the future."
"Oh, why?"
Zhixian was extremely surprised.
thought.
"You are saying this at such a young age."
Yang Jian.
Pointing at the dealer.
"Master, look, this village, this cropland, and this great river and mountain in the spring, have all been beaten to death by the war. Buddhism is compassionate, and the people can't eat, so what's the point of being a general?" .”
Zhixian stared at Yang Jian, whose brows were full of childishness.
Sighed.
Still insisting.
"Naruyan, look into the distance and see how clear the mountains are. You were born in a temple in that mountain 10 years ago."
Yang Jian looked up at the green mountains.
Finally got excited.
At first glance, the tall mountain seems to be right in front of you.
However, the two of them walked for a whole day before reaching the foot of the mountain.
The place where the master and apprentice are now is where Yang Zhong parked his vehicles and let some soldiers camp 10 years ago.
Two masters and apprentices.
Rested for a while.
Get an erection.
Walk up the path paved with bluestones.
The stone road and the trees and grass on both sides of the road are the same as they were 10 years ago.
Not long after the two of them walked along, they saw the stone mountain gate that was in danger of being attacked by soldiers and the two smashed King Kong statues.
Yang Jian walked ahead curiously.
Just as I was approaching the ruins, I suddenly heard two roars of wild beasts like wolves and tigers among the rubble.
Yang Jian was shocked.
Stop.
Zhi, who was following behind, rushed over first.
Place the basket on the ground.
He clenched the jujube stick in his hand and stepped quickly to protect Yang Jian.
He stared nervously at the pile of rocks.
In panic.
They saw a yellow-haired guy emerging from the ruins and rushing towards them.
Yang Jian has sharp eyes.
What they saw rushing towards them was just a yellow-skinned hyena.
He waved the jujube stick in his hand and struck the dog's head.
Just heard a sound.
"Narayana do not kill."
The master shouted.
Then he picked up the stick in his hand and blocked the stick that Yang Jian was about to chop down in the air.
Hear the sound of the stick hitting the ground.
Yang Jian felt a burst of pain and numbness from the tiger's mouth.
As soon as he let go of the stick, he flew out.
It bounced back to the yellow dog.
The yellow dog received this unexpected blow.
"嘤嘤嘤嘤"
He yelled a few times and hid away.
"You dare to hurt me Dahuang."
Suddenly a young boy walked out of the ruins.
He took two steps forward indiscriminately and punched Yang Jian.
Yang Jian dodged.
The kid used his flying kick to attack again.
Yang Jian grabbed his ankle and threw it lightly.
The boy crawled on the ground.
"Ouch."
The kid didn't admit defeat.
Yi Gulu got up from the ground.
Put on a desperate posture.
Yang Jian was provoked.
Make the movements of Prajna Palm.
The two of them looked at each other angrily, neither of them willing to give up.
"Narayana cannot make mistakes."
Zhixian shouted to stop him again.
At the same time, the boy was also shocked by the loud roar.
He looked at the hard jujube stick in Zhixian's hand and turned around, bluntly heading up the mountain.
When the yellow-skinned hyena saw its master's defeat, he retreated bluffingly and barked at the two uninvited guests at the foot of the mountain.
Yang Jian showed his enthusiasm for martial arts but was stopped by his master.
He followed the master vigorously towards the mountain.
The path passed through a mouthful.
Both of them were stunned by the sight in front of them.
What appeared in front of them was a large area of black ruins that had been burned by fire.
Trees surrounding the ruins of the building have been destroyed by the fire.
Black tree trunks that had been burnt by fire were twisted and pointed toward the sky.
Under the blood-like light of the setting sun, it became even more solemn and tragic.
"Where is the donor? Don't you know that Prajna Temple has long ceased to exist."
There was a deep and vicissitudes of sound.
The cool evening breeze drifted over.
Zhi looked first.
He saw a fat monk with white beard and hair standing in the ruins.
He carried a solid wooden crutch under his arm.
The hairy boy and the yellow dog who had just run up the mountain stood on either side of him.
"Amitabha, this poor nun really didn't know that Prajna Temple suffered such a disaster. Please forgive me."
Zhixian walked to the monk with Yang Jian.
Hands together.
road.
"The poor nun will first pay his respects to the abbot."
"Zhixian? Are you the Zhixian who came to this temple 10 years ago to deliver the baby for General Yang's wife?"
Zhixian said politely.
"Yes, it was the poor nun who delivered Mrs. Lu's baby."
Said.
She pointed at Yang Jian in front of her and continued.
"This boy is Narayan who was born in your temple. He is now 10 years old. May I ask the abbot who you are?"
"The poor monk Fan Jing was the abbot of this temple at that time."
Zhixian bowed and clasped his hands again.
"Please host and pay homage to me."
Yang Jian heard this.
Don't wait for the master to speak.
He knelt on his knees and bowed three times to Master Fan Jing.
Master Fanjing was flattered.
"Little benefactor, don't be like this, please get up, you two are destroying this poor monk."
Fan Jing's legs were already stiff.
He wanted to bend down and help Yang Jian and Zhixian up, but it was already beyond his power.
Yang Jian saw this.
The one who immediately stood up and stirred up the spirit gave Master Fanjing a hand to support him.
"Abbott, you don't have to be like this. I'm a junior, so how can I ask you to help me?"
The host and guest exchanged greetings with each other in an extremely harmonious manner.
Just at this moment, the well-behaved boy brought a tray from nowhere.
There are three cups on the plate.
The cup is still steaming.
He placed the tray on a slightly flat stone.
explain.
"Master and the little benefactor, please have some tea."
Zhixian curled his lips.
I find it funny.
This kid is younger than Narayana.
The two little guys were fighting to the death just now.
It disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Fighting turned into brothers.
