Shaolin Boxing Is Enough

When he was eighteen years old, when Lin Changfeng eavesdropped on the monks practicing under the wall of the Shaolin Temple, the runes on his palms lit up. A voice came from the light: "I am your father." He is an orphan and has been called a "monster" for eighteen years. His eyes can see things that others can't - not ghosts, but quantum information fields. His father told him that this was "clairvoyance" and the heavenly book in his genes. Then the shadow shattered. Chen Xuanzhen took him to Taixu Temple, a thousand-year-old Taoist temple with the world's largest quantum computer hidden underground. Here, he met Su Muxue, a Wudang disciple who had been looking for his mother for ten years; he met Mo Yin, an agency man who did not understand emotions but understood justice; he met Zhou Minglang, a fellow from Henan who repaired machines and cooked. They told him: There are seven fragments of the Book of Heaven, scattered in the seven caves and blessed lands. Tianji Pavilion wants to use them to erase all human emotions. His father was trapped in the Book of Heaven and had been waiting for him for twenty years. From the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor to Wudang Mountain, from Longhu Mountain to Qingcheng Mountain, from Kongtong Mountain to Emei Mountain, and finally to Kunlun Mountain. He uses his clairvoyance to solve quantum puzzles, fights with the Arhat Fist he learned secretly, and learns to make noodles with his left hand. Every fragment is a scar - joy is fake, sadness is real, love can't be let go. My father said: "Shaolin boxing is enough." Later he realized that this sentence is not for you to carry it alone. It is to let you know that when you can't bear it anymore, someone will pick you up. My right hand is useless, but I am still making noodles. My father is gone, but the words are still there. This is a story about finding a father. It is also a story about a bowl of noodles, a home, and "enough".