Tales of Wudan On my last night atop Wudan, Master Po and I sat atop the largest rock. We sat together with our eyes closed. 42 breaths per minute, in perfect sync. Such was the way of Wudan. At 3am, when the night was darkest I opened my eyes and saw Master Po star- ing at the moon. Tears streamed down his face. His breathing pattern hadn't broken. "Why are you crying?" I asked. He didn't reply. I turned my head to look at the moon, and cried with him. It was at this point Tateshinkai was mastered. ~ Tateshinkai Story by Andrew Tate Illustration by Mengistu Etim FattZİH

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ವರಮ 35 M Tales of Wudan In the year 456 Atop Wudan mountain a fierce storm struck. I was asleep alone in my room when I was awakened by a crack of lightening which tore a small storage room in half. The high winds whistled throughout the compound and although no one would dare leave their room for fear of Master Pos punishment, everybody was awake. The following morning at 5am I left for exercise as usual. The rain had cleared and the devastation was obvious. The temple was damaged badly. Master Po arose unusually cheerful and came out to greet us as we stood in Crane Position. "Excuse my happy mood" he began. "But I have no concern for the work you will have to do to repair this temple. I am very happy for all the water we now have to drink. Students can give me work, but they can not give me water" he mused. He was standing on the stairs above us, looking straight ahead into empty sky, waiting for a reply of somekind, from someone. The temple was many thousands of years old, and none of us were skilled craftsmen. So I began to speak. "But master, we don't know how to put the temple back together?" I asked respectfully. He slowly descended the stairs still looking straight ahead. He stood infront of me for several seconds before leaning forward and whispering in my ear. "Do you know my name?" he whispered. Slightly confused and very scared I answered. "Yes" With his mouth still an inch from my ear, he continued. "Do you know that I am a master of the 7 Shaolin styles..." he said as his voice escalated. "DO YOU KNOW THAT I KILL AT WILL!" He screamed at the top of his voice. I began to cry. I nodded my head. "Yes" i replied. He then turned around and climbed the stairs back to his original position. He ordered us to begin morning exercise like any other day. 75 Years later the temple was as if never damaged. Every item repaired. Every student now a skilled craftsman. ~ Tateshinaki Story by Andrew Tate Illustration by Mengistu Etim FattZH

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Tales of Wudan Priest master Shi Yan Hui was teaching me In the garden. "You must purify your thoughts. When you think of rain, you must only see rain. Not the trees it lands on or the clouds it comes from."He in- structed. I was sitting in lotus position, I nodded. "I bet you have never had a pure thought in your life, have you!" He began to rant "How can you expect to master Wudan, if you cannot give your whole mind to anything?" He stood up and pulled a thin flexible branch from underneath his robe. "I will show you how to dedicate your mind to a single thought!" he said. I heard it whistle through the air as it struck the top of my head. With the crack of a whip blood being to pour down my face as the branch had broken the skin in a perfectly straight line, as if a knife had been run along the top of my skull. The pain was unbearable, I couldn't retain focus. I grabbed my head and began to scream in agony. "Ha! Your first pure thought, pain!" he mused. "You are a Zen Master!" - Tateshinkai Story by Andrew Tate Illustrated by Mengistu Etim tatu IZVŠH

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