[Bill] Once upon a time --in China, some believe around the year......one double aught-three,
head priest of the White Lotus Clan, Pai Mei, was walking down a road...
...contemplating whatever it is
that a man of Pai Mei's infinite powers would contemplate -
which is another way of saying, "Who knows?" -
when a Shaolin monk appeared on the road, traveling in the opposite direction.
As the monk and the priest crossed paths...
...Pai Mei...in a practically unfathomable display of generosity, gave the monk the slightest of nods.
The nod...
...was not returned.
(Blows once on flute)
Now, was it the intention of the Shaolin monk to insult Pai Mei?
Or did he just fail to see the generous social gesture?
The motives of the monk remain unknown.
What is known...
...were the consequences.
(flute)
The next morning, Pai Mei appeared at the Shaolin temple...
...and demanded of the temple's head abbot that he offer Pai Mei his neck to repay the insult.
The abbot, at first, tried to console Pai Mei.
Only to find Pai Mei was......inconsolable.
(flute)
So began...
...the Ma**acre of the Shaolin Temple, and all sixty of the monks inside, at the fists of the White Lotus.
And... so began the legend...
...of Pai Mei's Five-Point-Palm Exploding-Heart Technique.
[Kiddo] And what, pray tell, is the Five-Point-Palm- Exploding-Heart Technique?
[Bill] Quite simply, the deadliest blow in all of martial arts.
He hits you with his fingertips...at five different pressure points on your body...
...and then lets you walk away
But once you've taken five steps...your heart explodes inside your body...and you fall to the floor, dead.
[Kiddo] Did he teach you that?
[Bill] No.
He teaches no one the Five-Point-Palm Exploding-Heart Technique.
Now...one of the things I've always liked about you...Kiddo, is you appear wise beyond your years.
So, allow me to impart a word to the wise:
Whatever... whatever Pai Mei says, obey.
If you flash him, even for an instant, a defiant eye, he'll pluck it out.
And if you throw any American sa** his way...
...he'll snap your back and your neck like they were twigs.
And that will be the story of you.
(flute)