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Subject: True Meaning Of Kung Fu(Pt.2)
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Date: Wed, 9-Nov-83 08:30:01 EST
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                   *     True Meaning Of Kung Fu(Pt.2)     *

    But the learned man only closed his eyes and solemnly  prayed.  "Praise
be Buddha," and the  arrogant Hsia left with his friends in a huff, totally
disgusted  at  the  compassion  of  the  priest  and  the  outcome  of  the
intimidation  of  Kuo. As it was,  Kuo later found out that the monk was on
his way to distant Lo Shan Monastery, and knowing that certain  monks  knew
Kung Fu, deliberately volunteered to help and serve the monk whose name was
Sung. For many years Kuo tended to every menial job that had to be done  at
the  temple.  He  swept  the grounds meticulously, chopped the wood for the
fire and carried water everyday for the monks but  they  never  taught  him
anything.  On  an  exceptionally  hot  afternoon,  as  he  was carrying the
firewood to tend to the cooking furnace for the  evening meal, he met  monk
Sung  and  they exchanged greetings, but Kuo could not control his emotions
any further. Master Sung, I have fetched and carried  water,  cut  firewood
and  swept the grounds of this monastery for the past five years, surely it
is time for me to learn some boxing techniques, he implored. The  old  monk
only sighed and picked up a thhick but short piece of firewood about a foot
long from the pile Kuo was carrying. Tut! impatience is the mark of   youth
and  the  lesson  of  old  age,  like a clay pot that has not been properly
fired! Very well, disciple Kuo. Take this piece of firewood,  and  everyday
hold  this  wood  firmly  and  run  your  palms over it, repeatedly in both
directions. Kuo was delighted and thanked the  old  master  over  and  over
again,  thinking  that  at last he was about to learn some form of Kung Fu.
Year after year Kuo religiously followed his master's advice by running his
closed  palm  over  the  hard, dry piece of wood until almost ten years had
passed and the once rough,thick barked wood was now a shiningly clean baton
of  solid white wood only about an inch in diameter. Kuo had always thought
that his master was preparing him for some splendid method of  boxing  that
he  always  dreamed   of knowing, and later on that day showed the piece of
wood to monk Sung, hoping to learn more about the next step of this slendid
Kung Fu!.............(contd. in Part3)