In Xiangguo Temple, Lu Zhishen pulled out the weeping willows upside down, shocked the crowd and became a story of the ages. Doknow how he learned this hard work?

According to legend, Lu Zhishen was a native of Puzhou, Shanxi Province. His baby name was Da. His parents died at the age of three, and he grew up with his aunt and uncle. As the saying goes, it is not the birth that is separated by one layer. This aunt and unclee have a snake and scorpion heart, and they take their nephew as a pig and a dog. They eat the clean noodles at the bottom of the basket, and Lu eats the bran at the top of the basket. All year round, there are many bumps on the broom, and I don't know how many sticks are broken. As soon as Lu Da reached the height of the king, he began to burn fire to feed pigs and carry urinals. When he reached the height of the Eight Immortals Table, he became a small pile of labor. There was a vegetable garden in my aunt's house, and Xiao Lu Da became a living water cart. He started using cans, and later changed the barrels. The watery green vegetables were cut one stubble after another, but he couldn't even touch the vegetable leaves.

The sun was scorching, and the sun was hurting. Little Lu was huffing and huffing for water when an old monk came to ask him for water to drink. Seeing that the monk was so hot as this red-faced Guan Gong, Little Lu hurriedly poured a bucket of cold water. The monk was thirsty, so he picked up the bucket, raised his neck, and gulped it upside down. Little Lu looked straight at him and said to himself, "God, this person..." The old monk put down the bucket, wiped his mouth, and gave a beautiful "ha." Little Lu shook the rope: "Another bucket?" The old monk was happy: "Yo yo, I'm not an old cow, a bucket is not enough?" The two of them all laughed. As soon as Xiao Lu put away the rope, he wanted to carry water again. The old monk said, "Alas! Seeing how tired you are, rest for a while! "How dare Xiao Lu? The old monk patted his chest and said," How about the old monk pouring it for you? "He couldn't help but pull him into the shack next to the well.

The shack is the home of Xiao Lu Da. The old monk looked at the broken quilt on the straw mat, then at the purple marks on the child's body, and couldn't help but sigh, knowing that this was a hard-working child without a mother. The two talked for a while, and it was almost noon. Xiao Lu looked at the vegetable bed, and was a little flustered, so he got up and wanted to leave. The old monk held him back and said he was not busy. Xiao Lu Avenue: "Master, you don't know, my aunt often crawls to the room to monitor me, and if I can't finish pouring it at noon..." The old monk said, "Don't be afraid, I have me!" The two came to the well platform, the monk took off his cassock, and stretched out one arm at the mouth of the well, like a crab. Little Lu didn't know what the monk was going to do, so he hurriedly said, "Master, the well water is too deep to reach." The old monk turned around and laughed: "I can reach it, look!" I saw him close his eyes, exclaiming luck, and pressing his arm, "Hey, God! The well water actually came out of the well mouth. Xiao Lu was so surprised that his eyes were round: "Master, are you a god?" Seeing that the water was almost flowing, the old monk got up to wash his hands, and laughed: "What kind of god is the old monk, this is the divine power of Qigong!" Xiao Lu was very surprised and said in his heart: "It's wonderful! how great it would be if I had this divine power!" He was a smart boy. Seeing that the monk was kind and kind, Bang Bang knelt on the ground, and he kowtowed his head twice. He wanted to leave this fire pit and learn from his teacher. Seeing that he was really pitiful and compassionate, the old monk agreed to accept him as his disciple.

It turned out that the old monk was from the Shaolin area of Songshan Mountain. Xiao Lu came to the temple with his master, and it was like a bird out of a cage. He felt that the sky was high and the earth was wide, and even a sip of cold water felt extra sweet. But after a long time, he didn't feel so fresh, and sometimes he secretly resented his master. It turned out that after he came to Shaolin Temple, his master did not teach him martial arts, but asked him to go up the mountain to collect firewood, two loads a day, and he had to see it for himself. What was irritating was that scythes were not allowed. There was no way, so he had to use his hands to pull and chop. Those wild vine bushes are intertwined, as if they were deliberately against him. If you use your strength to nurse, you just refuse to drop them. Every day, your hands are hot and painful, and you don't know how many blood bubbles have broken.