The following story is from the Qing Dynasty Zou Han Zhiwei novel "Pouring Sorrow Collection", which was slightly changed when translated.
In the fourth year of Xianfeng, a monk from a certain county town in the north came, holding a large iron fish in his hand, weighing hundreds of pounds. After coming to the county market, the monks began to change their fortunes and asked for money from large and small shops.
The other monks asked for money, no matter how much it was, as the benefactor himself gave. However, the fate of the monks is different, he sets the number himself, and you have to give as much as you want. Moreover, if it is a large store, he will ask for more money.
If others don't give or don't give enough, and the monks don't force it, they put the iron fish on the counter of the shop, and every day they rely on it, don't leave, don't want it, don't grab it, just do it. The shopkeeper is afraid of the monks, and the second is afraid of delaying the business, and in the end he will often give enough money.
In this way, the monk became more and more famous, and later whenever he went, before he could speak, the shopkeeper would give him a large sum of money.
One day, the monk came to a pawnshop, and the lion opened his mouth. The owner felt it was too much and only gave half of it. Therefore, the monk did not speak, and put hundreds of pounds of iron fish on the pawnshop counter. The counter is made of wood, pressed by hundreds of pounds of things, slowly cracked, and almost unable to hold up.
Seeing that the counter was about to be crushed, the shopkeeper had no choice but to give the monk enough money and then persuade him to leave. Unexpectedly, the monk became angry, his eyes widened, and he yelled: If you want me to go, you can do it, the number must be doubled, otherwise I will be here all my life and will not go anywhere.
Good fellow, this is a clear threat to others. The guys in the shop listened and accused the monks one after another, and the monks clenched their fists, as if they wanted to hit people.
At this time, a twelve-year-old apprentice in the shop came out, saw that the guys and the boss were very angry, and the monk was also very angry, and asked what was going on, and the crowd told him. After the apprentice listened, he smiled, and then took a feather duster from the side, pretending to clean the counter, only to see him gently touch the iron fish with the feather duster, and the iron fish immediately fell from the counter to the ground.
The feather duster is only two or two, and the iron fish weighs four or five hundred pounds, and the apprentice is so skilled that he can be called "four or two thousand pounds". The monk was shocked at first sight, his eyes widened and he could not speak, and after a while, he picked up the iron fish and left with hatred.
After the monk left, the crowd began to advise the apprentice: Look at the appearance of the bald donkey, grit your teeth, although he is gone, he will definitely retaliate against you. If you still live here, not only will you be avenged by the monks, but even we will be affected! When the apprentice heard about it, he hurried away, hiding in Xiaohuangcun's sister's house.
The apprentice's sister was somewhat famous, very beautiful, and incredibly powerful, and was nicknamed "Rouge Tiger".
After the sister heard about her brother's affairs, she was indignant and said that she must protect her brother and let him learn martial arts and not be harmed. It turned out that the younger brother only had great strength and no martial arts, while the older sister was different, with divine power, internal strength, and great skill. Therefore, the sister passed on the life to the younger brother.
His younger brother's progress was amazing, and after a month, he learned most of his sister's martial arts, and his strength increased by leaps and bounds, and he thought he could compete with fan monks.
A few days later, my brother went to the market to buy groceries, and happened to pass by a deserted temple and heard the sound of sword dancing coming from inside. The younger brother was tickled to hear this, so he went to the temple to see what was going on.
After entering, I found that the person who danced the sword was the same monk.
Monk Fan smiled and said: "I haven't seen you for a long time, I have admired you for a long time, I didn't expect you to come, just so we can have a good comparison." The younger brother felt that he was enough to deal with the monk, so he was not afraid, so he asked him how to compare. Monk Fan pointed to the two large iron pills next to him, smiled and said: Very simple, I am standing on the big iron pills, you hit me with all your strength, if I fall off the iron pills, I am not a good man.
After the monk finished speaking, he jumped on the iron ball, one on each foot.
After the younger brother heard about it, he used his hands to be lucky, and hit fan monk's chest with all his life's strength, and fan monk's body shook a little, almost falling, but finally resisted and did not fall. Looking at the two large iron pills under his feet, half of them were already underground, and the ground was all paved with thick green bricks. The iron balls could sink into the green bricks, and it was obvious that the monk had unloaded his strength under his feet.
Immediately, the monk laughed again and said, "Will you be able to do this?" Well, it's my turn!
The younger brother did not renege on his word, jumped on the two large iron balls, luck in the chest. The monk blew two hands, then pressed his feet hard, rotating left and right, and then jumped up a foot high and hit his brother's chest from top to bottom. The younger brother concentrated all his qi on his chest and only listened to a muffled hum, and the younger brother almost planted it from the iron ball.
At this moment, the iron ball under his brother's feet moved back a few feet, and where he passed, there were two deep marks, almost becoming a ditch.
When the monk saw it, he felt a little surprised, and then said: "The widow can be taught." I haven't seen it for more than a month, and the progress is so great. But it is useless, your chest and lungs are now too deeply injured, and you will undoubtedly die in seven days.
The younger brother felt that his heart was very painful, did not speak, and quickly left. Back in Xiaohuang Village, the younger brother told his sister about his test with the monk, and the sister looked at her brother's chest, was slightly surprised, frowned, and said: I didn't expect that this monk actually used a dead fist. Thankfully you came back in time and were saved. Play a little longer, and you're really not saved.
The sister found a small box in which a pill was taken out and let the younger brother eat it. She said hatefully: This thief and vulture donkey is too vicious, he himself will die with his fist, he can unload his strength, see him use iron pills to compete with you, obviously already designed. Even if you can block his fist, you can't unload the force like him, if you don't study with me diligently, I'm afraid that even if you can save your life, your two legs will be ruined. Such a great vendetta must not be repaid!
The sister asked her brother where the monk was, and the younger brother said that it was in a deserted temple somewhere.
My sister hurried to find Fan Monk, and halfway through she met Fan Monk, and my sister asked him: Did you just injure a boy? The monk said yes, and the sister was furious and said, "Don't you know that he is my rouge tiger's younger brother?" Don't you know the name of the Rouge Tiger? Monk Fan said: I have heard, she is a female force, that's all.
The sister smiled and said: Since you heard about me, don't you hurry to prostrate yourself and admit death, do you still have to wait for the old lady to do it? The monk was furious and said, "Is Hercules afraid of the Rouge Tiger?" After saying that, he pulled out the iron Zen staff and hit his sister's head directly.
After the sister waited for the iron Zen staff to approach, she suddenly reached out and grabbed the iron Zen staff, and then folded it into several pieces and threw it on the ground. Suddenly, she tiptoed to the ground, flew to the monk like a ghost, gently patted the monk's shoulder with her hand, and said: Go, go. Fan Monk felt pain in his bone marrow and hurried away, and his sister also went back.
The younger brother took the pill and his body had recovered. When my sister returned, she told him about revenge. In the evening, the younger brother went out to inquire about the monk and found him dead on the side of the road.