

St. Louis now has a martial-arts master who trained at Shaolin Temple—the 1,500-year-old birthplace of kung fu and Zen Buddhism. It is not an easy place to be a student.
BY JEANNETTE COOPERMAN
Xue Li Zhang’s grandfather dug deeper and deeper, until the sides of the hole came to the top of 4-year-old Xue Li’s hips. “Jump out!” his grandfather commanded. “Again!” “Again!” After hours of jumps, he taught Xue Li how to do “the punch” and started him kickboxing.
At 6, Xue Li won a martial-arts competition in his hometown, Bozhou, in China’s Anhui province. Several of the judges were from Shaolin Temple. They glanced at each other after his performance. When the competition ended, one of the judges approached Xue Li’s father.
The following week, Xue Li’s father took him on an 11-hour train ride. They got off the train and rode a bus for a couple of hours, then climbed into a rickshaw, then started walking. When Xue Li realized he was being taken to Shaolin Temple to learn traditional Shaolin kung fu, or wu shu, his tears fell like rain.
But then they started to ascend Mount Shaoshi, the highest peak of Songshan Mountain. Gulping, Xue Li looked around at the waterfalls, the rock jutting into blue sky, the ancient, gnarled cypress trees that looked like giant bonsai. “I want to stay!” he exclaimed.
Xue Li’s father gave him a few yuan and said, “I will see you soon. Listen to your teachers.” This was Xue Li’s way to help the family, he said.
“I already help!” Xue Li thought. Both of his parents worked, so he cooked egg and noodles and rice, simple meals for his little sister and brother, and walked them a mile to school. But his father was firm. “We will visit, and you can come home once a year,” he said.
Six months went by before Xue Li saw his family again. He would spend the next 15 years at Shaolin Temple. Read the full article…