The visitor blocked Fang Xiaoyu with both hands and kicked him backwards, shouting: "Oh, brother is really playing!"

Fang Xiaoyu stood tall and said with a little curiosity: "It's really strange. Why did you come back so early today? Could it be that you caused some trouble outside again?"

A few years have passed, and Fang Shiyu is no longer the little fat man she looked like three years ago, and is similar to Li Lianjie, the superstar in Fang Xiaoyu's memory.

Just as Fang Xiaoyu gradually grew from a fat man to his idol, Fang Xiaoyu felt a strange feeling.

Fang Shiyu only heard it laughing and said, "Brother is joking. My mother sent someone to find me, and it seems that she also sent someone to find my brother. It seems that something is wrong."

After hearing Fang Shiyu say this, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a little curious. Miao Cuihua doesn't find them so much when she is so serious about it.

Given Miao Cuihua's doting of Fang Shiyu, under normal circumstances, people will not be sent to find Fang Shiyu who was playing outside.

With a little curiosity, Fang Xiaoyu said: "Oh, my father and mother are now..."

Fang Shiyu pointed to the hall in the distance and said, "It seems that she is entertaining an old monk in the living room."

"Monk?"

A little stunned, Fang Xiaoyu's heart moved, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. Although this is a movie world, Fang Shiyu's martial arts are definitely inherited from Shaolin. If nothing unexpected happens, there were a few years before Fang Shiyu debuted. Could it be that the old monk who spoke to Fang De and Miao Cuihua came from Shaolin?

I still remember that I heard Miao Cuihua and Fang Shiyu mention from time to time that they would send their brothers to Shaolin Temple to learn art.

Now, it should be the time for them to go to Shaolin.

When Fang Xiaoyu and the others saw the old monk from Shaolin, they heard Miao Cuihua say, "Two guys, why don't you come forward to pay homage to Zen Master Zhishan!"

Zen Master Zhishan, one of the Five Patriarchs of Shaolin.

Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu all stepped forward and saluted respectfully, "I pay homage to the Zen Master!"

Zen Master Zhishan looked like a great monk, and his eyes flashed with light. He swept over the two of them and couldn't help but reach out and grab them.

Almost instinctively, Fang Xiaoyu wanted to dodge, but Zen Master Zhishan's big hand fell steadily on Fang Xiaoyu's shoulders. In an instant, Fang Xiaoyu's body was stiff and could no longer move.

Then Zen Master Zhishan slid rapidly over Fang Xiaoyu's body with his big hands. Before Fang Xiaoyu could react, Fang Shiyu, who was standing beside him, also suffered the same experience as him.

"Ah, rogue!"

Fang Shiyu is no similar to Fang Xiaoyu. She saw Fang Shiyu looking like a bullied girl, she protected her chest with her hands and shouted loudly.

The surprise on Zen Master Zhishan's face suddenly solidified, and then he pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

Miao Cuihua was so fast that she slapped Fang Shiyu in the head and said, "Boy, the Zen master is touching your bones, why are you shouting?"

As he said that, Miao Cuihua said to Zen Master Zhishan with an apology: "You are rude, so the Zen Master is laughing! I wonder these two stinky brats..."

Zen Master Zhishan clasped his hands together and said, "They are very good at bones, which are good materials for practice. I want to accept them as disciples, but I don't know..."

Miao Cuihua raised her feet and kicked her between the bends of her legs and said, "Why don't you knelt down and become a disciple for me!"

Plop, plop!

Just looking at Miao Cuihua's reaction, Fang Xiaoyu knew that Zen Master Zhishan in front of him was definitely a master. Besides, Fang Xiaoyu knew the name of the fifth ancestor of Shaolin, so Fang Xiaoyu, who knelt down on the ground, bowed to Zen Master Zhishan and said, "Disciple Fang Xiaoyu pays homage to Master!"

Fang Shiyu, who was standing beside him, looked out of tune, but he was very smart. He quickly followed Fang Xiaoyu and worshiped him.

Zen Master Zhishan was quite satisfied with accepting two satisfactory disciples. After the two of them gave the honorary ceremony, they helped them up.

But at this moment, Fang Shiyu suddenly shouted: "Oh, I won't become a disciple anymore, I won't become a disciple anymore!"

At this moment, Miao Cuihua and others were all stunned and looked at Fang Shiyu, who waved his hands in confusion, looking like he regretted not falling.

Miao Cuihua, who was slightly embarrassed, pulled Fang Shiyu's ears and said, "Boy, why are you crazy?"

Fang Shiyu shouted, "If you worship the old monk, you will become a little monk. The little monk has no wife."

Fang Xiaoyu almost couldn't help it and burst into laughter. Miao Cuihua looked even more embarrassed and angry, slapped Fang Shiyu on the butt and said, "You little boy, you know what a wife is at a young age!"

Zen Master Zhishan looked at Fang Shiyu being beaten there with a smile on his face. Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this. It seemed that Zen Master Zhishan was not as kind and friendly as he looked on the surface.

Fortunately, Fang Shiyu quickly understood that they would not have to be young monks and would still be able to marry a wife in the future. After understanding this, Fang Shiyu immediately became alive.

Shaolin, Songshan, Zen ancestral home.

Although Shaolin has experienced hardships, it is still passed down to this day.

The journey from Guangzhou City to Shaolin, Songshan, is thousands of miles long, and it can be completely dependent on walking. Zen Master Zhishan is very concerned about the two of them on weekdays, but since he left Fang Mansion, he urged them to practice.

It took thousands of miles to complete in just over a month. In the first half of the month, Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu were tired every day and almost fell asleep when they were touched by the bed.

The breathing method that Zen Master Zhishan passed on was very magical. Although it was not a method of practicing internal skills, Fang Xiaoyu could feel that according to this breathing method, his endurance and breath were much longer.

After walking thousands of miles, and with the breathing method taught by Zen Master Zhishan, Fang Xiaoyu didn't know what Fang Shiyu was like, but he could feel his own changes anyway.

As expected, it is worthy of being the Shaolin that has been passed down for thousands of years, and its foundation is extremely profound. Fang Xiaoyu can't help but look forward to his life in Shaolin for the next few years.

"Wow, what a big temple!"

Needless to say, this must be Fang Shiyu's tone. Zen Master Zhishan was not angry and stretched out his hand to push open the door.

With a creaking sound, the extremely thick door slowly opened, and a lonely breath came towards us, with halls and Buddha statues everywhere, but Fang Xiaoyu found that there were almost no figures in Shaolin.

Suddenly, Fang Xiaoyu remembered that Shaolin was suppressed by the imperial court and was almost destroyed, causing Shaolin to move south, and Shaolin appeared in Putian, Fujian.

As the ancestral home of Zen, the Songshan Shaolin is sparsely populated, but the foundation accumulated over thousands of years still exists. When you enter Shaolin, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel respect.

Under the guidance of Zen Master Zhishan, he worshiped the Buddha and recorded his name. The two of them became disciples of Shaolin laymen.

Practice in the winter and practice in the summer and in the summer, eight years have passed in a flash. Both Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu have grown up.

There was snow all over the mountain stream. At first glance, there were two figures and red bodies fighting each other in the snow.

One of them looked exactly like Li Lianjie, and the other one was also well-like and had a bit of heroic spirit. Needless to say, these two were Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu.

"Ha, Shiyu takes me another punch."

Fang Xiaoyu shouted violently, and his body rose from the ground, and he was descending from a high place. He smashed the Arhat fist straight towards Fang Shiyu.

Fang Shiyu smiled and said, "Look at my powerful Vajra Fist!"

With a bang, the two fists collided, Fang Xiaoyu's body shook, and Fang Shiyu took a step back, covered her fists and shouted: "It hurts so much. Brother, your Vajra Immortal Body Divine Art is so powerful. This is just the first level. If you are trained into the second level, wouldn't you stand there and let me hurt you even if I beat you!"
Chapter completed!