Adventure with the real Arhat

It was the early 1980s. Not long after I joined the job. Work as a flight attendant on a passenger train. It is a passenger train from Xi'an to Shanghai. Met on the train, the fat monk, at that time there were four trains in the hard seat carriages. Our flight attendants took over in the afternoon. When you get to the dining car. I smelled a strong smell of sandalwood. After a moment. Coming from the aisle came a tall figure. Fat waist, fat monk, dressed in robes, with a head as big as a bucket, a sandalwood fragrance. Went into the restaurant and we chatted. Told a story of his early years, he entered Shaolin as a teenager. Xi's iron sand palm. In his youth, the Japanese invaded. Encounter ghosts and bully the people. One slap at a time. Shoot three little devils in a row. Having said that, put your hand on us to see. It is said in the Commentary that the hand is as big as a fan. I saw it. " can be said to be a double giant palm. And let's touch his hands. Our hands on his hands seemed so small. His hands were really hard. Hard as iron, arrived at the station. Say goodbye to us and get off the bus. Flutter like the wind. "Now I want to come." Looks like O'Neill. 》