Chapter 41 Chapter 41 Teacher Li's family biography Three emperors Xia Lu Seng Huang Temple grants iron crotch

The cry was sad, pathetic, and heartbreaking.Who is this crying?Which old lady is it?Why cry so sad?Hearing the cry, Zhang San felt his eyes sour, and wanted to cry, but couldn't.This cry brought him back to his distant hometown, the shabby hut in Shulu, Zhili. This cry was more like a mother's voice, and it was so sad, desolate, and so touching! In 1862, Zhili Shulu caught up with the drought, the scorching sun was in the sky, cracks appeared in the fields, and people complained a lot.Some peasant families were forced to leave their homes; they sold their sons and daughters;In the evening of this day, a baby's cry came from an ordinary and simple farmhouse in Zhangjia Village. The cry was loud and moving, piercing the silent field and adding freshness to the sweltering weather.

Under a broken oil lamp in the house, old man Zhang, a farmer who has been working on the farm all his life, stared at his wife who had just given birth, speechless.His wife was haggard, her face was like a vegetable leaf.She looked at the newborn baby with tears in her eyes. The boy was long and thin, and his small mouth was opened fiercely, as if he wanted to suck something.The woman feebly lifted the bag-like tits and stuffed them into the child's mouth.The child was sucking desperately, suddenly he seemed to feel cheated, his little face twitched, and he let out a burst of crying. The old man Zhang sighed, and his eyes fell on the two boys guarding the kang. They were all bare-chested, sallow and thin, with dull eyes, one tall and one short, one in front of the other, quietly watching the newborns little brother.

Old man Zhang slowly came to his wife, stroked his wife's disheveled wet hair with calloused hands, and said in a trembling voice: "These days, the ground has exposed holes in the sun, fleeing famine like going to the market, and the boss and the second child may not be able to deal with it." We can’t even keep him alive, let’s not take this little one, put it on the main road of the village, if he is lucky, he will meet a good master, maybe he can survive..." He said with tears. The woman nodded silently, then stooped down and kissed the child's cheek, then handed him over to her husband.Old man Zhang gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, picked up the child, and Fei Ye seemed to be knocked out of the door.

"Woooo..." The woman's cry made people panic. "Wow, wow..." The cry of the child lifted people's hearts to their throats. After a bag of cigarettes, the old man Zhang came over in despair.He leaned against the door frame, not saying a word, just panting heavily. A middle-aged woman rushed in, holding the child just now in one hand, and half a basket of elm leaf corn bread in the other, cursing: "You are so cruel-hearted, no matter how poor you are, you can't throw away the child!" Put the basket on the kang, kiss the child's little cheek with his face, and murmured: "What a boy, look, those eyes are so magical, with my aunt here, you are not allowed to abandon the child, no matter how poor we are Keep the child, if you want to die, you will all die together, die happily!"

The old man Zhang and his wife looked at the child, tears streaming down like beads with a broken thread. The child was named Hezhen, styled Shouting, because he was the third child, so he was nicknamed Zhang San. Zhang San grows up to be seven or eight years old, and he can climb houses, trees, and pools, and can do everything.He hit birds with a hook, and the birds would fall down; he floated by the river, and a stone hit it, splashing a dozen splashes. There is a bird's nest in the tree, he "chuckles", kicks his two legs, and soon lays down a few eggs, lights a firewood branch, roasts, blows in his mouth, chews, hey, fragrant!

When Zhang Sanchang was twelve years old, two businessmen came to the village, both surnamed Li. Zhou Li".Both of them were engaged in the sale of tobacco leaves.Old man Zhang was a real person, and seeing that they had no place to live for the time being, he cleaned up a room in the south room where the sundries were stored, and made room for two businessmen to live in. Both buyers and sellers are skilled. "Shenzhou Li" does not need to carry the bucket on his shoulders, but only uses one fist to support the pole. The two buckets are swaying, and the water does not splash a single one. "Maozhou Li" doesn't use an ax to chop firewood, and with a wave of his big hand, the wood will "shuashua" to bloom.Xiao Zhangsan was stunned, his big eyes unblinking.He made a few flips for the two of them, with his feet on the wall, his belly stretched like cowhide, and his face flushed.After finishing the handstand, he took the hands of "Shenzhou Li" and "Maozhou Li" and begged, "Teach me." The two businessmen saw that the boy was kind, smart, and had a thick and flexible body, so they gave him a mouthful. accepted.

It turns out that the ancestors of "Shenzhou Li" were three military generals of the Zhang family, Ma family, and Zhao family in the Ming Dynasty. For a living, and learn martial arts together; later, the three of them integrated the martial arts they had learned into one, collectively named "Common Hand Style". "Shenzhou Li" passed on the master's housekeeping skills to Zhang San.One is called "Chuanzhang Tongli Kungfu". After this kind of Kungfu is practiced, the strength of the whole body can be penetrated and the initial foundation of martial arts is laid. It can also be called "Mother Kungfu." A relatively profound and special technique of breathing and guidance. After this kind of kung fu is practiced, the internal organs will be solid, the bones and muscles will be strong, and the body can be lowered freely. The body skin is as hard as iron, but also as soft as cotton. "Maozhou Li" is good at sanshou, boxing, and weapons. His master was trained by the green forest hero "Iron Arhat" Dou Erdun during the Qianlong period. He also passed on his kung fu to Zhang San.

Three years later, Zhang San's kung fu improved greatly, and the two masters also left because they missed their hometown. Zhang San and the two masters were sad and sad, and they were sent for more than 50 miles.At the time of parting, the two masters repeatedly urged: We who learn martial arts should be upright and upright, and we must accumulate virtue for the poor. We learn the skills of thieves in order to catch thieves, not to become thieves; we must step forward when the country needs it.In addition, there is no limit to learning skills outside the mountains and buildings outside the mountains. Don't be complacent, but be eclectic and absorb the strengths of all families.

Zhang San kept his master's words in his heart, studied hard and practiced hard. In order to master the theory of martial arts, he studied hard in private schools for several years, and mastered the writing and ink.After the age of twenty, his father was forced to death by Lao Cai, and his family life was in trouble.Because he didn't want to go to the bodyguard agency to be a bodyguard teacher, and he didn't have the funds to start the bodyguard agency, so he went alone to solicit bodyguard business.Zhang San was alone as a bodyguard, traveled extensively, haunted the mountains and forests in Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Shaanxi, and became a famous story in the world.

Once, Zhang San's bodyguard went to a market town near Zhecheng County, Henan Province, and heard from local residents that there was a Shaolin monk who lived in a temple of earth.Zhang San stopped the escort car and invited the merchants to stay in the hotel temporarily.He came to the earth temple alone, and saw that although the monk was old, he had a strong body, a ruddy complexion, and a lot of energy.And explain the purpose of coming.The monk said: "Let's fight each other, I want to see how your martial arts are?" Zhang San knew that this person dared to be profound, so he said repeatedly: "Don't dare, dare not."

The monk laughed and said: "Don't be afraid, I am kind to you, because you come to challenge me, I have to test your martial arts. We compete with each other, let you hit me with your strokes, and I won't fight back. What do you think? " Zhang San attacked the monk with a leg-bumping stance, this stance was taught by Master Da Li, he used his fists to strike at the same time, and kicked the opponent's lower abdomen with his left leg obliquely, and it was a short fist and a small stance, the punch and the leg were all at the same time. It's an inch of force, this is Zhang San's most proud move.But in the blink of an eye, the monk was gone.He turned his head quickly, and saw the monk's palms stopped on both sides of his waist.Zhang San was very surprised, and hurriedly asked for advice.The monk laughed again and said: "Okay, okay, your skills are good, but there is a little lack. Now I will add some techniques for you. When fighting with others, you must have a hand-to-hand skill. You must be short and lie cross-legged. The legs and chest are close to the ground; rotate back and forth, left and right, as fast as electricity, and slap the opponent's forehead with a single palm; then turn around and pinch the legs, then turn around and stomp the feet, then turn around and add a palm or fist. Uncertainty, the whole body is full of tension and elasticity. It is even more necessary to strike during the movement without pausing. The truth and falsehood make the opponent unpredictable. Don't break the opponent's moves, and don't prevaricate, but dodge the opponent's hands and feet, so that the opponent loses Striking." Zhang San was amazed when he heard this.Zhang San found the merchant who was the bodyguard, and discussed with him to stay in the town for a few days to learn some special skills from the monks.Seeing that the road was safe and the date was not delayed, the merchants agreed to come down.Zhang San stayed with the monk master for several days and learned a lot of kung fu. After a few days, he bid farewell to the monk and left. Once, Zhang San came to the foot of Emei Mountain in Sichuan as a bodyguard for a merchant, and saw an old Taoist nun walking briskly. The old Taoist nun was wearing a gray preaching cannon, a Guanyin bucket on her head, and her face looked like a child.She is wearing cloud shoes and carries a yellow cloth bag under her arm.Zhang San saw that the old Taoist nun was definitely not someone who would wait for nothing, so he couldn't help but stop and watch.The old nun disappeared in a blink of an eye.Zhang San was secretly amazed, he walked through the grains with the merchants, and saw the old Taoist nun bowing to a stone tablet in the luxuriant grass ahead, with a lingering fragrance in front of the tablet. Zhang San saw that the valley was beautiful, and it was the Ching Ming season. The distant mountains were like black clouds, and the clouds and smoke were misty. The mountain temple and moon temple were hidden in the clouds and smoke. The oriole is melodious and wild.Zhang San was a little thirsty, so he stretched out his hand to untie the wine gourd, "Gududu" took a big sip, and then walked along the grass path to the old Taoist nun.I saw a line of gold-plated small characters engraved on the stone tablet: "The monument of Dong Haichuan, the founder of Baguazhang." Zhang San had heard of the reputation of Mr. Dong Haichuan, the founder of Baguazhang. The head of the family, who founded Baguazhang and had disciples all over the capital, has passed away for ten years, but why does Mr. Dong's stele appear in this Mount Emei?Who is this old Taoist nun?Why sweep Mr. Dong's grave? Suddenly, the old Taoist turned around, and Zhang San took a closer look at her beautiful face, the crow's feet had hit the corners of the eyes and forehead; there were a few crystal clear teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes.The old Taoist lady stretched out her hand towards him and said, "Borrow me some wine."It was a pleasant voice.Zhang San handed him the wine gourd, she silently took the wine gourd, and raised it towards the stele, the wine splashed on the stele, the old Taoist returned the wine gourd to Zhang San, Zhang San was concentrating on the words on the stele, and did not continue , the wine gourd was just about to fall to the ground, the old Taoist stretched out her left foot, flicked it lightly, the wine gourd was thrown as high as a person, Zhang San subconsciously reached out to catch the wine gourd. The old Taoist put her hands together, bowed respectfully in front of the stele, and muttered something.Zhang San couldn't hear clearly, only the last sentence: "Hai Chuan, rest in peace in Jiuquan!..." Zhang San was about to leave, but saw the old Taoist pointing at Zhang San and saying: "Why don't you practice this kind of kung fu?" She lowered her figure, bent her arms, and used her elbows to attack each other alternately.Elbows change with each other, with different postures, spinning as fast as a windmill. Zhang San thought to himself: "How does this old Taoist know my kung fu, and what kind of kung fu does she practice?" Seeing the old Taoist nun teaching, Zhang San bowed to thank him and said, "Thank you for the advice from Taoist nun." Zhang San concentrated on it and practiced it again. The old Taoist said: "You are so smart, you can learn it as soon as you learn it." After finishing speaking, she drifted away.Since then, I have never seen the old nun again. Later, Zhang San married Mrs. Zhang and lived in Majiapu, Beijing. One day, he met a lama in Xisi Tongheju Restaurant, who was elegant in conversation and gentle in temperament.The two drank and talked happily.But what we are talking about is the local conditions and customs of various places, and does not involve martial arts at all.When they parted, the lama said to Zhang San: "You can come to see me at the Yellow Temple at noon tomorrow. It would be more interesting for us to drink and talk in the temple. You must come." The next day, Zhang San bought wine and bought vegetables, and went to the appointment on time.While drinking, the lama said to Zhang San: "I am Xia Lu, a lama in yellow from the Jokhang Temple in Lhasa, Tibet. Sakya Lama in red has the ambition to hold the Panchen Lama hostage, and wants to separate Tibet from the Qing dynasty. The 13th Dalai Lama is willing to be friendly with the dynasty, but he is alone. The strength is weak, but the power of Sakya is growing stronger. The Sakya is highly skilled in martial arts, and there are groups of dead soldiers. It also wants to annex the boxing records of Tibetan warriors. I have it. The practice of unique skills is very precious." As he spoke, he took out a small wooden box from his bosom, opened the box, took out a scroll, and opened it to see that all the paintings were small figures in different poses, and there were Tibetan words beside them. illustrate.Lama Shalu said: "I see that you are an upright person, and I know that you are highly skilled in martial arts, so I will give you this picture of turning fists and iron crotch." Zhang Sandao: "This is your ancestral treasure!" "I have lived in Huangsi Temple in Beijing for three years, and I miss my countrymen very much. Recently, I heard that Sakya is killing heresies in Tibet, hijacking the Panchen Lama, and running rampant. I decided to go back to Tibet, gather old friends, and fight against Sakya. Let his ambition come true. But when I go here, it is not appropriate to take this picture of palm iron crotch, only feet fell into the hands of Sakya, so I give it to you for preservation. Tibetan forever friendship." Zhang San was very moved when he heard it, so he thanked Xia Lu deeply and collected the picture of turning his palm and iron crotch... But Zhang San was tossing and turning in the cave of Puji Temple in Putuo Mountain, recalling the past like smoke, when he suddenly heard movement on the top wall, someone crawled up and down on it, and whispered: "Master Zhang, Master Zhang... "