The main difference between the monks I trained with and the Shaolin are the latter's very "monk-like" rules about clean living and avoiding vices. The Wudang clan don't roll like that. Wudang monks are much more relaxed about stuff like sex and booze, as long as it's done "in moderation." Here's why I put that in quotation marks: our class used to drink with the teachers all the time, and I'm not talking about beer. I mean proper blackout moonshine. One teacher in particular loved to get hammered on this stuff at night and go train in the courtyard (he would also occasionally kick me in the head, because he thought it was hilarious). He lived at the school with his 18-year-old girlfriend. He was 36 at the time. He was like the bastard son of Jackie Chan and Van Wilder.

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Different guy, but the same look around the co-eds.

Another teacher, Master Bing, loved to watch American movies. We would constantly get bootlegged copies at the market and watch them together. You have not lived until you've watched the Matrix trilogy with a party monk who could not only call out the bullshit in the fight scenes but show you the correct way to do them. I actually got to see that up close when a few of us went out drinking with a teacher who got into an argument with a local drunk. The guy hopped up to start something and the teacher kicked him so hard that the guy flew into a table and utterly destroyed it. And if you're wondering who in their right mind would start a fight with a gaggle of kung fu monks out drinking, you should know that ...