healing monk Xiao Yao, abbot 139 of the Shaolin Temple

So the "original qigong master" did 2 hours horse stance training - every day, nonstop, thighs parallel to ground, no moving, for 3 months at Shaolin.

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Chunyi Lin. Qigong Master Chunyi Lin Many Qigong masters have studied Qigong meditation, but few have lived it as has Chunyi Lin. Master Lin studied with a Shao-Lin Temple Buddhist, Master Yao, 

I have always wondered which "Master Yao" that was - who was it specifically?

Qigong Master Robert Peng says how Master Yao trained him in horse stance - and he did 4 hours nonstop at 8 years old! Then after the Cultural Revolution, Master Yao returned to the "temple" and so there Robert Peng did 100 day water fast meditation in a cave underneath the temple.

So then upon searching we find out - sure enough there was a Master Yao, abbot of Shaolin temple, where Chunyi Lin also trained in horse stance. Now this is also the same Master Yao who healed his bone spurs - after Chunyi Lin did not believe that Master Yao could light things on fire with his eyes!! This is detailed in his book, "Born A Healer."

So now that we know who it is specifically - we can do a search and boom!

Robert Peng writes an article just on Master Xiao Yao of Shaolin, this May 2017 for Parabola

 No one knows for sure what happened, as Xiao Yao went into the forest alone, but the gang disbanded and some of its former members became his students….

As news of this incident and others spread throughout the county and beyond, Xiao Yao’s reputation became legendary. Streams of people ventured up Snowy Peak Mountain year round seeking his healings, blessings, and counsel.

 This is super cool awesome info! Take that Joe Rogan. haha.

 Robert Peng teaching qigong for an hour!

Notice he starts out with the same "finger growing" game that Zhong Gong also likes to use. Robert Peng's book  (WOW THIS BOOK - WHAT YOU CAN READ ONLINE IS AMAZING!!)

 First, you must get here every morning by five o’clock and practice for two hours. Second, you have to promise to keep your training a secret. Do you agree?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Good. We’ll begin tomorrow morning.”

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His feet were two shoulder widths apart, his knees were bent at a ninety-degree angle, and his spine was straight. He made it look easy.

“Now you do it,” he instructed.

I assumed the posture. Instantly my legs tensed, and after only a short while my thighs began to burn.

“One minute has passed,” he said. “Today you’ll hold the position for ten minutes.”

I began sweating. My legs started shaking.

“Focus on your Lower Dantian,” he said, pointing to the area located below my navel. I did. The pain eased a bit.

“Five minutes.”

My legs were ablaze.

“Eight minutes.”

My backside sagged and he kicked it, saying, “Don’t cheat.”

My whole body was shaking.

“Nine minutes.”

My teeth started to clatter.

“Three . . . two . . . one. Stop!”

I collapsed to the ground. My lungs felt as though they were about to explode. It took me a while to recover.

 Over the next few mornings my enthusiasm waned steadily. I dreaded the short trip to the boiler room and I no longer ran there. I was losing heart, and in the back of my mind I began to wonder whether Mr. Tan was really a martial arts master or just a cruel prankster.

Then one morning Shifu Tan changed the regular routine and asked me to follow him inside the boiler room. There was an axe leaning against the wall, and he told me to pick it up. Then he took off his shirt.

“Swing the axe with all your strength and hit me right here,” he said, pointing to his chest.

At first I thought he was kidding, but he looked at me seriously. I didn’t know what to do.

“Don’t worry. You won’t hurt me,” he assured me.

I lifted the axe in the air and squeezed the handle.

“Hit me hard,” he instructed.

I waited for him to change his mind, but he didn’t. Finally, I swung down hard. The blade hit him squarely in the chest. I felt as though I had struck a hard object, not soft flesh. The axe was wedged into his breastbone. He stood calmly but I was terrified. I quickly pried the axe loose to minimize any damage. But there was no blood.

I followed him outside, and he led me to a sandalwood tree in the garden behind the boiler room. He pointed to the trunk. There were four blunt axe marks on the bark. Fresh sap was dripping down.

“Practice with sincere wholeheartedness, and miracles will happen,” he said.

 After ten minutes I experienced a pleasant sensation building around the area on my midriff that Shifu Tan had asked me to focus on, the Lower Dantian. The feeling spread down my legs and negated the burning sensation. My body grew lighter and lighter. I felt as though I were riding effortlessly on an invisible horse. The tingling sensation in my Lower Dantian intensified, and I slipped into a trance.

 Awesome.

So from reading Robert Peng's book - we surmise that Master Xiao Yao died in 1985, when he was 95 years old.

So now I check the book "Born A Healer" and he meets "master Yau" in 1987 at Shaolin. So it must have been a different Master Yao"!! But he says he trained with Master Yao for a year and then Master Yao said "he was leaving." And after that Master Yao only communicated through visions!!

So maybe it is the same Master Yao - but there is a two year discrepancy! So maybe someone just remembered their years wrong by two years?