Chapter 480: Preaching and Teaching

Seeing the plaque of "Heroic Cat Temple of Justice and Dog", Fei Masi roughly guessed that in the real history, Lao Cha must have saved Wu Ning alone. This will be a heroic cat temple, and there will be no "righteousness" on the plaque. Dog" word. In order to thank Lao Cha for his rescue, Wu Mancheng and Wu Ning, father and daughter, specially built a shrine for it to receive incense and offerings.

Old Tea's memory has been changed by the appearance of Feimas.

The ancestral hall is not big, but it has a good shape. The pillars painted with tung oil are shining, the door panels inlaid with copper nails are heavy and thick, and the roof is not covered with thatch, but glazed tiles, shining in the sun. Although the area is only slightly larger than the master bedroom of a pet store, it is interesting enough to build such an ancestral hall in the wilderness, and there are many ungrateful people.

For Laocha and Feimasi, the existence of this ancestral hall is also a good thing, at least there is a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and they don't have to sleep in the wild. The mosquitoes in this mountain are too poisonous, and they are overwhelming at night. Femas has experienced it himself.

Pushing open the door panel, the light in the ancestral hall is relatively dim, but this is based on human standards, and it has no effect on Old Tea and Fei Masi.

The arrangement in the ancestral hall is very simple. A low-leg altar is firmly placed on the flat bluestone slab. The altar is covered with yellow brocade, and there are several large plates with smoked fish, steamed pork head and roast goose.

There are three tablets standing side by side behind the altar table, the one in the middle reads "Birthplace of Engong Qiyuan Pet Shop", and there is a string of Zhang Zian's mobile phone numbers beside it, looking inexplicably happy.

On the left and right tablets are written: "The Birthplace of the Cat under Engongzuo" and "The Birthplace of the Righteous Dog under the Engongzuo".

Old Tea couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the writing on the tablet. Femas didn't care what was written on the tablet. He pointed at the roast goose with one front paw and asked, "Is this for us to eat?"

"It should be." Old Cha guessed that it must have been specially left by the Wu family.

Femas was already hungry, so he took the roast goose off the altar regardless of what was said.

There are three yellow futons in front of the altar, which are for people to pay homage, although Laocha doubts that anyone will come to pay homage. There is a porcelain incense burner in front of the futon, and three lit sandalwoods are slowly emitting green smoke.

Femus sat down on the futon, happily eating the roast goose.

Old Cha also took the smoked fish out of his mouth, and ate it slowly while picking out the fishbone.

There are also clay statues of a cat and a dog on the left and right respectively. Femas looks at them while eating. These two statues anthropomorphize cats and dogs, standing on their hind legs.

With fists in front paws, and wearing a robe, it looks like a kobold and cat head, which is indescribably weird.

Neither Old Tea nor Femas liked the smell of sandalwood. After killing the sandalwood, they would safely close the door at night, occupy a futon, and sleep in the ancestral hall.

At night in the same season, the ancient wilderness was much colder than the modern city. Femas is very fortunate to have such a ancestral hall, which saves him from the suffering of wind, rain, scorching sun, and the weather is getting colder and colder, and he will soon suffer from hunger and cold. It doesn't know how long it will stay in Lao Cha's memory, this world is too real, it doesn't want to be frozen to death alive.

In the silent night, all kinds of nocturnal animals became active, and the howling of wild animals came from the distant mountains. With the hearing of Fei Masi and Lao Cha, they could detect that there were unknown small animals moving around the ancestral hall in the dark, vying for help. Grab the old tea and the fishbone and goose bones thrown by Feimasi. There are also some daring animals that smell the smell of steamed pig's head meat and come to the door, but are scared away by the sound of the old tea.

"Brother Fei, tell me about the pet shop again." Old Cha was not used to going to bed early, and asked as he turned over on the futon, his eyes glistening in the dark.

In the past few days, Femas has nothing to do in his free time, and he has already talked about some things about the pet shop, some of which he experienced personally, and some of which he heard about. That grotesque and beautiful new world often makes Lao Cha feel fascinated by it.

Femas was a little sleepy, he lay down on the futon listlessly and said, "Just say don't call me Brother Fei, just call me Fei Masi, my surname is not Fei... what do you want to hear?"

"What kind of person is Zhang Zian?" Old Cha was very interested in the person that Fei Masi said would become his student a hundred years later.

Femas thought about it, and felt that it was difficult to summarize a person in just a few words. After all, people are too complicated, and it thinks that it has not spent too long with Zhang Zian, so it is not qualified to summarize him. , just said: "The customers in the pet store agree that he is a stingy single dog."

Old Tea is more interested. If Fei Max describes him as the reincarnation of a saint, then everything seems to be taken for granted, but from Fei Max's words, it can't find any reason to accept him as a student , then I would actually do this, there must be a deeper reason. It believes that even if it is old, its eyesight will not change.

It was still waiting to ask further, and then heard the long and even breathing sound from Femas, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Old Cha turned over again, and gradually fell asleep with his longing for a better future.

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The next morning, the first ray of morning light shone through the crack of the door on Femas's eyelids, and he woke up shaking his head.

After a while, Lao Cha also woke up and stretched himself.

The steamed pork head was too big, they divided some and left a lot. They don't like the taste of pig's head meat very much, but they don't want to go hungry, especially the old tea doesn't want to drink blood.

Pushing open the door, the weather is good today, the sun is shining, and the dewdrops of last night are hanging on the grass blades.

Old tea has the habit of exercising its body every morning. In the past few days, it was a leap in the mountains and forests. When the craftsmen built the ancestral hall, they opened up a flat open space in front of the ancestral hall. They mixed lime into the soil to prevent the regeneration of plants and trees. He took a special secret medicine to drive away the insects and ants, so the old tea moved in this open space.

Fei Masi slipped into the forest to solve his physical problems, and then squatted bored on the steps at the entrance of the ancestral hall, basking in the sun and watching the old tea jumping around. In its view, Old Tea is just playing.

After about ten minutes, Lao Cha stopped suddenly with a snort, raised a cat's paw suspiciously, and observed it carefully.

"What's the matter, Lao Cha, did you sprain your arm?" Femas asked, "Zhang Zian still does warm-up exercises every day before practicing boxing. They say it can prevent sports sprains."

"That's not true." Lao Cha shook his head, and said in a very uncertain tone: "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that today's strength and speed are stronger than usual..."

Femas thought for a while, and guessed: "Could it be because the food is better these days? What do you usually eat with old tea?"

"It shouldn't be the problem." Old Tea walked towards it, "Brother Fei, you might as well try to run around, or jump a few times, to see if the speed is different from usual."

Fimas couldn't stand Lao Cha's repeated urging, ran around the open space, jumped a few more times, stuck out his tongue and said, "No, I don't think there is any difference. Lao Cha, are you sleepy? Besides, there is Sometimes the state is good, and sometimes the state is bad, isn’t this normal? We are not robots.”

In fact, it ate too much from yesterday to today, its stomach is full and full, and it runs slower than usual...

Old Cha took a hissing breath, and also wondered if there was something wrong with his feelings, so he stopped entangled in this problem, and asked instead: "By the way, Brother Fei, what is a robot?"

Femas: "..."

It doesn't bother to explain, and it doesn't bother to correct the wrong name of old tea.

...

A few more days passed like this.

Every day at noon, the Wu family would send their servants into the mountain with a small bag on their backs, inside which were wrapped in oiled paper various kinds of food, including smoked fish, smoked duck, smoked sausage, roast goose, sauced beef, crystal hoof, Roasted chicken and so on, and one day even a roasted whole lamb... This place is near the sea, and the smoked fish alone is exchanged with several kinds of fish, including sea fish and river fish.

The Wu family really regarded them as their benefactors, and learned about the preferences of old tea and Feimasi through eating the leftovers, and no longer sent pork heads and other things they didn't like to eat.

For such a comfortable period of time, since Zhang Zian didn't plan a reasonable diet for it, Fei Masi ate as much as he could, and every time he ate so much that he couldn't walk, he grew fat and strong, and the tip of his hair was dripping. It's oily. At the beginning, it was a little reluctant to leave, but gradually it realized that something was wrong—according to its observation, the old tea with a more restrained diet was running faster and faster, but it was running slower and slower as it was gaining weight day by day. When urinating and urinating, I run a few steps and wheeze...

I'm afraid it's not good to go on like this - it thinks that it's a troubled time now, if this barren mountain and wilderness encounters a thief like last time again, it probably won't be able to hide three times with its body fat, and sooner or later it will be slaughtered and stewed into dog meat incense pot...

When he woke up this morning, Lao Cha walked into the middle of the open space, and instead of rushing to move his body, he stared at his cat's paw thoughtfully. Femus was fed up again, squatting on the steps, leaning against the door frame, lazily basking in the sun to digest.

"Old Tea, why don't you run away?" Femas asked boredly. It has become a habit to watch Old Tea run around the open space and jump up and down among the branches every morning.

Lao Cha didn't answer, but briefly stood up with his hind legs on the ground, and his two front paws attacked alternately, the movements were swift and whizzing.

Fimas looked familiar at this posture, thought for a while and recalled it, and asked, "Eh? Is this Japanese punch punch?"

When he was in the pet shop, he watched Zhang Zian's boxing lessons every morning, and almost all of them started with punching Japanese characters. Although there is a big difference in body size between humans and cats, they are too familiar after all, so they can recognize them at a glance. Out.

Old Cha withdrew his posture, nodded and said: "I don't know why, recently I always feel that there is inexhaustible strength in my body, not to mention my body is as light as a swallow, and my movements are much more dexterous. I have nothing to do, I want to try to practice I learned Wing Chun from Chen Gonghuashun."

Femas was taken aback, it remembered that when it was fighting with bandits that day, Lao Cha only relied on his rich experience and sensitive movements to dodge the enemy's attack and find gaps to fight back, there was no well-organized boxing routine, and the old tea made a fuss for a long time at this time Cha Haven't practiced Wing Chun yet?

Lao Cha leaned on the wall and silently memorized the movements of Chen Huashun when he was practicing Wing Chun alone, but he never practiced formally. Humans and cats have different body structures, so they cannot follow the same pattern.

Since the establishment of the Shengci Temple, Lao Cha not only feels that his physical strength has improved rapidly, but also his thinking has become extremely clear. Many things that he couldn't understand or didn't think about in the past suddenly became clear at this time-in other words, his spiritual wisdom is quietly. Enlightenment.

It thought it could give it a try, transforming human Wing Chun into cat Wing Chun. It doesn't matter if it doesn't work, as it says, idleness is idleness anyway.

"Old tea, if you want to practice, I can give you some guidance." Fei Max proposed.

"Oh? Brother Fei, you also know Wing Chun?" Old Cha asked in surprise.

"That's not true. As I said, when you guide Zhang Zian to practice boxing every day, I lie next to you. I roughly remember many of the experiences you said at that time. Maybe it can help you?" too sure.

"That would be great!" Old Cha nodded happily, "Thank you Brother Fei in advance!"

Femas quickly said: "It's nothing, you don't need to thank me, I just relayed what you said at that time."

From the next day, Laocha’s morning activities changed from running around the open space and jumping up and down in the woods to practicing Wing Chun. The experiences relayed by Fei Max helped a lot, because they were all old tea at that time. It took several years to extract the essence from theory and actual combat. Although some things are not suitable for cats, the principles are the same.

Day after day, the weather is getting colder and colder, and Lao Cha's Wing Chun is improving rapidly. When encountering difficult problems, it will carefully discuss and deliberate with Femas, and verify it with practical exercises.

Even though there is Femas providing experience, but in the process of practice, due to the lack of predecessors... no, it is the practical experience of former cats as a reference, Lao Cha will inevitably get injured when doing some difficult movements. Fortunately, it learned a lot of knowledge of Chinese medicine from Chen Huashun. After being injured, it went to the mountains to find corresponding herbs, or took it orally, or chewed it and applied it externally. After a few days, everything was back to normal.

Worried about being caught and stewed into a hot pot of dog meat, Fei Masi stopped eating Hesai, ran around when he had nothing to do, and his body shape became a little bit normal. Slowly, it also realized that its physical strength had indeed improved a lot. It was dragged down by the fat all over its body a while ago, and after losing weight, it ran around the open space for a few laps without panting at all, and could jump without any effort. On the roof of the shrine. Since then, it has been changed to basking in the sun on the roof, and it is also convenient to observe the movement around it.

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Another day.

Fei Masi went up to the roof with the futon in his mouth, watching Lao Cha practice Wing Chun vigorously.

Waiting for Old Tea to settle down, it asked curiously: "Old Tea, you obviously only practiced for a few days, but the effect is better than that of Zhang Zian who practiced for several months. Why? Is it because he is too stupid?" gone?"

Old Cha looked up at Fei Masi, smiled slightly, and replied: "No, it's because the body structure of humans and cats is different. Brother Fei, if you want to know, you might as well come down and have a look."

Hearing this, Fei Masi jumped off the roof and followed Lao Cha into the ancestral hall.

The original incense burner with sandalwood in the ancestral hall, because they don't like the smell of sandalwood, cleaned the incense burner and used it to hold clean water.

The belly of the censer has a big mouth and a small mouth, and there is no water in it at this time. Old Cha motioned for Fei Masi to watch, jumped onto the censer, slid in head to foot like a boneless one, and then easily got out head to toe.

Fimas was stunned. It couldn't get in no matter what, and it couldn't get out if it insisted on getting in. As long as it was lit by a firewood on the bottom of the stove, it would be a proper stove of dog meat.

Old Cha smiled and explained: "For my cat family, the collarbone and shoulder blades are not fixed, and they are born with bone shrinking skills. When practicing Wing Chun, which is famous for its quick and flexible movements, it is reasonable to get twice the result with half the effort."

It was only then that Fei Max suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Lao Cha had made amazing progress in practicing boxing.

Old Cha murmured: "I've also thought about it. The mountains and rivers here are evil and the world is in trouble. I regard Brother Fei as a confidant, and I should teach Brother Fei some self-defense skills. However, Wing Chun is not suitable for dogs to practice..."

After seeing it, Fei Masi also understood that the old tea was not hiding something private, but that the dog really couldn't practice Wing Chun. It was a little regretful, but it was still relieved: "It's okay, old tea, I have a sign of crisis to defend myself, enough to protect myself." Save."

Old Cha didn't agree, and said with a smile: "Brother Fei's words are wrong! That day I saw Brother Fei's quick steps, and he seemed to be able to predict the future, but he blindly evaded and missed the opportunity. There are several styles of martial arts, which may just be suitable for Brother Fei to practice."

"What martial arts?" Fei Max listened carefully with his ears pricked up.

Lao Cha recalled the past and said: "A long time ago, a famous martial artist surnamed Huang came to learn martial arts with Chen Gonghuashun when he was young. At that time, it was agreed that two out of three rounds would be won. , made Wing Chun famous. Under such circumstances, there was no need to compete in the third round, but the martial artist surnamed Huang performed the three-style kick on the spot in order to save face, and then left. After seeing it, Chen Gonghuashun was deeply impressed and surprised He is a heavenly man. He has studied alone many times, trying to restore the three-style leg technique. However, because he only had a glimpse, he only knew the force and did not understand the mind. Therefore, he did not achieve any small success until before his death. It happened to be the last time I saw it during the exercise, and I wrote it down. After these days of observation, I feel that Brother Fei’s lower body is solid, especially his leg strength is amazing, which is just right for practicing these three leg movements.”

After explaining the origin of these three-style kicks, Lao Cha paused for a while, and then gently mentioned: "It's just that these three-style kicks must be the essence of a certain martial arts. It is amazingly powerful when used alone, but it is not a system. , I wonder if Brother Fei is interested?"

Phimas has taken some interest. It knows the power of Wing Chun. Even if the three-style legwork is incomplete, its power is not as good as Wing Chun, but at least after learning it, it can reduce the chance of being stewed into a hot pot of dog meat, right?

So it asked: "Do these three leg movements have a name?"

Old Cha nodded, "Chen Gong Huashun doesn't know the real name of these three-style kicks, but because they are as fast as lightning and extremely fierce, they are called 'Foshan Shadowless Kicks'!"

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