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# Children of the sun

# See your time has just begun

# Searching for your ways through adventures every day

# Every day and night

# With the condor in flight

# With all your friends in tow

# We search for the Cities of Gold

# Ah

# Wishing for the Cities of Gold

# Ah

# Some day we will find the Cities of Gold. #

NARRATOR: On their way to Peking,

our heroes find refuge in a Shaolin temple.

He's been hurt!

There, Mendoza, hurt during a fight, is taken care of by the Great Master,

assisted by Zia.

At nightfall, somebody slips into the children's room

to place a venomous snake.

Esteban and Tao take off in pursuit of the shadow.

So, was I dreaming?

Ah!

Ya!

Ya! Ya!

Ya!

Huh?

How'd you...how'd you two do all that?

Would you like some soup?

My name is Little Dragon, and this is Little Tiger.

Mm-hm.

Esteban, Tao.

- And this here is Kokapetl. - Hi there.

I'm hungry.

That big, mean old Bao Xingji deprived us of dinner.

Bao Xingji? The one supervising the training?

Yes, he's the master instructor.

He's the best fighter of all Shaolin.

That's not true.

The best is Tian Li.

That's just nonsense.

Oh, yeah? Then why did the Great Master choose Tian Li

as his successor, huh?

And what's more, ever since, Bao Xingji has made life hard on us.

Ha!

Ha!

Hey, does Bao Xingji socialise with the local bandits?

You mean the Red Scarves?

A Shaolin monk with those dogs?

Oh!

Don't you dare ever repeat that.

By insulting one of us, you insult us all.

So, can we go to bed now?

Make sure that the bandage compresses the plaster

and keeps it in place.

Mmm.

It almost no longer hurts.

When can I travel again?

A bird knows how to conserve its wings.

Could a man possibly be less wise than a bird?

Mm-hm.

Excellent job, my child. I couldn't have done it better.

Oh.

You need to avoid straining yourself for a few days.

And don't forget to drink your remedy.

- Zia, my child. - Yes, Father?

Run back to the house and bring me the herbal mixture

that we prepared this morning.

Zia.

Zia!

These containers are empty.

I will have to make some ointments.

Would you be interested in helping me?

Hey, Zia.

This place is really incredible.

It seems there are lots of ancient books here.

And Tian Li wants to show them to me.

He immediately saw who he was dealing with.

We scholars gotta stick together.

Come on, they might have books that speak of my ancestors.

It's just that the Great Master asked me to help him.

- Mm-hm. - Alright. See you, then.

Mmm.

Huh?

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Excuse me.

That staff, what is it?

That's the combat staff of the first Great Master of Shaolin.

It's said that his breath of life is held within it

and watches over us.

We preserve it here as a sacred relic.

Our copyists translate and reproduce ancient manuscripts

in order to preserve them for future generations.

Our most precious manuscripts are all preserved here.

Some of them are even older than our empire.

Whoa! Oh, fantastic.

Whoa! Whoa, what's that?

It's...it's...

A bone. It's the shell of a tortoise.

Who would ever write on a bone?

- Mm. - Oh, and what's it say?

It speaks of a very ancient civilisation that is hiding

its jewel in the dwelling of snow.

Huh? An ancient civilisation?

A jewel? I bet you it's talking about my ancestors.

You know, Tao, what we call jewel is actually the lotus flower.

This magnificent flower symbolises the richness

of the heart and spirit.

Mm-hm.

Uh, but what's this dwelling of snow?

I don't know.

'Him' is snow, and 'alaya' is the dwelling.

Himalaya.

Himalaya.

Himalaya.

There is another text that speaks of this dwelling.

But where could it be?

Uh...

Huh? Mm.

Mm.

Oh.

Hm-hm.

Hmm!

Oh.

Uh...oh.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Oh.

Tian Li, here.

This text.

This writing, it looks like that of Ambrosius's book,

which I'd never seen before.

Can you read it?

Yes.

There were, at that time, orchards and gardens

and arrogant hearts who defied the sky and the earth.

Ah!

(GRUNTING)

(ALL GRUNT)

You two are lazy.

Laziness is the refuge of the weak.

The strong go to the river,

the weak wait for the water to rise.

I know the punishment that'll give you a taste for hard work.

Take those yokes there.

You'll fill them up with rocks from the quarry.

Go and come back from morning to night for a whole week.

Now get to it!

Yes, master.

Oh.

Hey, Esteban!

Look here, they took our clothes away from us.

But Sancho and I went to get them back discreetly

before they had time to wash them.

Sniff right here.

Ah, the real good odour of a sailor.

If they think they can mess with us, he wants to fight, that big old monk,

well, he'd better watch...

Pedro, the big monk.

- Hey! - Hey!

Boy, oh, boy, he doesn't look too happy.

Yeah.

Your clothes are dirty, so you are dirty.

The Great Master said you must be bathed.

You dishonour this place with your mere presence.

If it were up to me...

You're hurting me!

Ah!

Esteban!

Esteban!

Esteban!

I've been looking all over for you. We've got to get Ambrosius's book.

It's his bracelet, Tao. The sound of bells, remember?

It's his bracelet.

The man wearing a hat. The one I saw in the forest.

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A handful of cinnamon bark,

and then the Dingxiang cloves that I carefully weighed.

We add the camphor oil,

a bit of essence of zheng,

and we crush everything together...

..to obtain a homogeneous mixture.

You will take this with you, Zia.

Our patient could still use this for a while.

Applied with the dressing,

this balm will calm the pain and prevent infection.

Zia, you seem so distant, my child.

Pardon me, Great Master.

Watching you work reminds me of my father.

He treated people as well. I helped him sometimes.

He taught me about plants, but I forgot everything.

You're mind did, perhaps, yes,

but did you know that each of the five senses

has its own memory?

Come this way. Come now.

Touch this root, my child.

Taste it.

Smell its perfume.

Allow your senses to remember the past.

Remember what they once knew.

What they had learned.

It's a bit like...

Yes! It reminds me of maca root.

The same family indeed.

Some Spaniards told me they brought back some from your country.

Here, though, it is known as ginseng.

It is the basis of our medicine.

You see, Zia, you haven't forgotten everything.

When I became blind many, many years ago,

I began little by little to remember the things I thought I had forgotten.

The smell of the wind, the true taste of tea,

the distant murmur of the forest.

Visual memory cannot rival that of the sense of smell

or of taste, because the experience is better and more deeply ingrained.

Give me another.

This is turning into a habit. We keep on getting captured.

- Oh. - No.

Don't you touch that, you!

And then we came through this way, through the Strait of Magellan.

And then we came up along the coast,

and I met young Tao right here on this island.

Oh.

And Zia was born right here.

- But we actually met in Spain. - Huh?

And as for Esteban, I rescued him at sea just right about here.

Oh.

- He was still just a baby. - You've travelled so much.

I've never left my country.

Tell me about the ocean and its anger.

Have you ever been shipwrecked?

Oh, yes.

My companions and I have had our fair share of storms and shipwrecks.

Isn't that right, my friends?

Wait a minute. How did you know we were here?

We were hiding.

I've noticed your presence quite a while already.

And I noticed you when you got here earlier, my friends.

- What are you playing at? - It's that big old monk.

He's completely crazy. He's been chasing us.

He says that we're dirty, when we bathed just yesterday.

And also last year.

Yeah.

You put back on your dirty clothes, so now you are dirty.

Here we go again.

You need another bath.

Ah!

Hey!

And those two, have you known them long?

The Great Master says you must be bathed!

Oh, an eternity.

But they still never cease to amaze me.

Yeah, and then we'll go around this way, up there.

I wish I knew what they were plotting.

Huh?

And we'll take them by surprise by entering right through here.

Hey!

It's time. The signal was given by the monastery.

It's on for tonight.

- Yeah, it's about time. - Do you hear that, guys?

That gives us just enough time to gather our men.

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You hear that? They're gonna attack!

Innkeeper! I'll leave you these two brats.

I'll deal with them when I get back.

Oh, and, yeah, why don't you cook me up that little bird?

I'm always a bit hungry after the job.

Assassin! Assassin!

Whoa!

Kokapetl! No!

No! Don't you hurt him!

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa!

Sancho! Sancho! Answer me!

Sancho, say something!

Ouch!

Oh! Where are we?

Downstairs.

The basement.

You know what I think, old pal? I think we found the ideal hiding spot.

Big old Mu-Chun will never come looking for us here.

Yeah.

Who's that? What's he doing?

Ah!

Ooh!

Oh!

Wait a second, we'll help you.

Yeah.

Together we'll be faster.

Ah! Thank you.

And a one, and a...

And three.

Wow.

It looks like a secret passage.

It is one.

Huh? And where does it lead to?

If I told you, I'd have to do away with you.

Well, then, I guess we'll be on our way, because it's time for our bath.

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Bao Xingji and his punishments.

That's all he ever does.

I bet he stays up all night trying to come up with new ones.

He punishes us for our own good.

If we want to become Shaolin masters,

we must acquire a taste for hard work.

Blah, blah, blah. Taste for hard work.

Let's go this way, it's a short cut.

No, it's swarming with Red Scarves in this part of the woods.

Wait!

The bandit said the signal was given by the monastery.

That means they have an accomplice from within.

But not necessarily Bao Xingji.

Why would he organise an attack against his own monastery?

Because he wants revenge.

Little Tiger told us he was supposed to succeed the Great Master,

but that Tian Li was chosen in his place.

Alright. Time to get cooked, little guy.

Don't cook me!

Kokapetl, no! Don't do that!

Ambrosius's book!

Stop!

Kokapetl! No!

He'll be delicious.

NARRATOR: How will Esteban and Tao get out of this dilemma?

It's a map of the monastery.

What is this attack that the Red scarves are conspiring?

Attack!

- It's crazy. - Who would do a thing like that?

Will the traitor be unmasked in time?

You'll find out in the next episode of The Mysterious Cities of Gold.

As the sun rises upon Mount Song,

the winter light slowly awakens the inhabitants of the region

and chases away the last of the morning mist.

Ah! What? Alert!

Don't panic, Kokapetl.

These are students who are just beginning their exercises.

Around the Shaolin Monastery,

there are numerous schools that teach the art of kung-fu.

But what are they doing with those mattresses?

It's not time to go to bed.

No, Kokapetl, those mattresses are for the physical exercises.

Here the children don't play soccer or go swimming for sports at school,

they practise kung-fu.

Every morning, they do martial arts and then in the afternoon

they have class.

Ya! Kung-fu, super easy.

Do you think you would be capable of hitting with all your might

hard bags in order to harden your fists?

To break three bricks with your own bare hand?

- To... - Alakazam!

Ouch! Ouch! That really hurt.

That's right, it takes years of hard work and training to succeed

in doing these kinds of exercises.

OK, then, we'll see about that later.

Kokapetl's Scoop.

What are those dots on Tian Li's forehead?

Those dots were received during a ceremony that gave

an important role to the monk.

He became responsible for training and guardian

of the secret combat techniques.

Look here, me too, I have dots.

Bravo, Kokapetl. Goodbye and see you soon.

Bye-bye.