But to seek the true Master of Shaolin—the Shifu —one must look beyond the flying kicks and iron shirts. One must listen for the quiet thunder.
He is not the fastest puncher. He is the man who has punched so slowly, so deliberately, for so many years that speed has become irrelevant.
A true Master of Shaolin rarely seeks a fight. There is a famous, likely apocryphal, story of a Shaolin monk in the Qing dynasty who was challenged by a arrogant general. The general drew his sword and demanded a demonstration. The monk simply knelt and placed his bare neck on a stone block. “Strike,” he said. The general, confused, raised his blade. The monk smiled. “If you cut my head, you will learn nothing. If you do not, you will learn everything.” The general lowered his sword. The monk had won without a single blow.
But to seek the true Master of Shaolin—the Shifu —one must look beyond the flying kicks and iron shirts. One must listen for the quiet thunder.
He is not the fastest puncher. He is the man who has punched so slowly, so deliberately, for so many years that speed has become irrelevant. master of shaolin
A true Master of Shaolin rarely seeks a fight. There is a famous, likely apocryphal, story of a Shaolin monk in the Qing dynasty who was challenged by a arrogant general. The general drew his sword and demanded a demonstration. The monk simply knelt and placed his bare neck on a stone block. “Strike,” he said. The general, confused, raised his blade. The monk smiled. “If you cut my head, you will learn nothing. If you do not, you will learn everything.” The general lowered his sword. The monk had won without a single blow. But to seek the true Master of Shaolin—the