The visitor blocked Fang Xiaoyu with both hands and kicked back and forth, shouting: "Oh, big brother is really playing!"
Fang Xiaoyu stood long and said with a bit of curiosity: "It's really weird, why did you come back so early today, Shiyu, did you cause some trouble outside?"
In the past few years, Fang Shiyu no longer looked like a little fat man like three years ago, and was similar to the superstar Li Lianjie in Fang Xiaoyu's memory.
Just looking at Fang Shiyu, who has gradually grown from a fat man to the idol in his mind, Fang Xiaoyu has a strange feeling.
Fang Shiyu laughed and said, "Big brother was joking, and my mother sent someone to find me back. It seems that she also sent someone to find big brother. It seems that something is going on.
Hearing what Fang Shiyu said, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help feeling a little bit curious, and Miao Cuihua didn't find them both so solemnly.
Given Miao Cuihua's pampering degree with Shiyu, under normal circumstances, he would not send someone to retrieve Fang Shiyu who was playing outside.
With a bit of curiosity, Fang Xiaoyu said: "Oh, father and mother are now..."
Fang Shiyu pointed to the hall in the distance and said, "It seems to be an old monk in the living room."
"Monk?"
For a moment, Fang Xiaoyu's heart moved, and a different color flashed in his eyes. Although this is the movie world, Fang Shiyu's martial arts is definitely inherited from Shaolin. If nothing else, Fang Shiyu's time was in Shaolin Temple a few years before his debut. Spent in. Could the old monk who talked with Fang De and Miao Cuihua come from Shaolin?
I still remember hearing from time to time Miao Cuihua told him and Fang Shiyu about sending their brothers to Shaolin Temple to study art.
Looking at it now, it should be time for them to head to Shaolin.
When Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Xiaoyu saw the old monk from Shaolin, they could only hear Miao Cuihua say: "Two stinky boys, don't you come up to see Master Zhishan!"
The Supreme Master, one of the five ancestors of Shaolin.
Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu stepped forward together, respectfully saluting: "My kid, see the Zen master!"
Zen Master Zhishan looked like a great monk, and his eyes flickered. When he swept over the two of them, he couldn't help but grab his hands towards them.
Almost instinctively, Fang Xiaoyu had to dodge and avoid it, but the great hand of the Supreme Zen Master landed firmly on Fang Xiaoyu's shoulder, and Fang Xiaoyu's body became stiff and could no longer move.
Then Zen Master Zhishan quickly slid over Fang Xiaoyu's body with a pair of big hands. Before Fang Xiaoyu could react, Fang Shiyu on the side suffered the same experience as him.
"Ah, rascal!"
Fang Shiyu is not like Fang Xiaoyu, she sees Fang Shiyu as a little girl who has been bullied, with her hands on her chest and shouting.
The surprise on Zen Master Zhishan's face suddenly solidified, and then a long proclaimed Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"
Miao Cuihua's speed is so fast, she slapped Fang Shiyu's head and said: "Smelly boy, the Zen master is touching your bones, what are you shouting nonsense."
Speaking, Miao Cuihua said apologetically to Zen Master Zhishan: "The child is rude, the Zen Master laughed! I don't know these two stinky boys..."
Zen Master Zhishan put his hands together and said: "The two of them have wonderful roots, they are good materials for practice. I want to accept them as disciples, I don't know..."
Miao Cuihua raised her foot and kicked between the legs of the two of them and said, "The two stinky boys, don't you hurry down and kneel down for me!"
Puff, puff!
Just looking at Miao Cuihua's reaction, Fang Xiaoyu knew that the Supreme Zen Master in front of him was definitely a teacher. Besides, Fang Xiaoyu still knew the name of the Five Shaolin Patriarchs, so Fang Xiaoyu, who fell on his knees, was rushing towards Supreme Good. The Zen Master bowed and said: "Disciple Fang Xiaoy pays respects to Master!"
Don't look at Fang Shiyu's inconspicuous appearance, but he was very shrewd, and quickly followed Fang Xiaoyu's approach to worship.
The Zen Master Zhishan was quite satisfied with being able to accept two satisfied disciples. After the two of them had paid the ceremony of apprenticeship, they helped them up.
It's just that at this moment Fang Shiyu suddenly shouted: "Oh, I won't be a teacher, I won't be a teacher!"
At this moment, Miao Cuihua and the others were all stunned, looking at Fang Shiyu who waved his hands again and again, regretting not falling.
The slightly embarrassed Miao Cuihua slipped Fang Shiyu's ear and said, "Smelly boy, what are you going crazy!"
I heard Fang Shiyu yell: "If you worship the old monk, then you will become a little monk. The little monk has no wife."
Fang Xiaoyu almost didn't hold it back, she chuckles and laughed, and Miao Cuihua even more ashamed, slapped Fang Shiyu's ass and said: "Smelly boy, you know what a wife is when you are young!"
The Supreme Master looked at Fang Shiyu being beaten there with a smile on his face. Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help smiling when she saw this. It seemed that the Supreme Master was not as kind and amiable as she seemed.
Fortunately, Fang Shiyu soon realized that they didn't need to be little monks, and they could still marry a wife in the future. After understanding this, Fang Shiyu immediately became vigorous.
Songshan Shaolin, the ancestral court of Zen.
Although Shaolin has gone through hardships, it is still passed on to this day.
All the way from Guangzhou City to Songshan Shaolin, the journey is thousands of miles. This road can be completely walked. The Supreme Master is also very concerned about the two people on weekdays, but he has urged the two to practice after leaving Fangfu.
The journey of thousands of miles was completed in just over a month. In the first half of the month, Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu were tired and half dead every day, almost sleeping on the bed.
The next breathing method passed by the Supreme Master Zen is wonderful and wonderful. Although it is not a method for practicing internal strength, Fang Xiaoyu can feel that he controls his breathing according to this breathing method, and his endurance and aura are much longer.
After thousands of miles of walking, coupled with the breathing method taught by the Supreme Zen Master, Fang Xiaoyu didn't know what Fang Shiyu was, but he could feel his own changes anyway.
Sure enough, it is indeed a Shaolin that has been passed down for thousands of years, and its background is really profound. Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but look forward to life in Shaolin in the next few years.
"Wow, what a big temple!"
Needless to say, this must be Fang Shiyu's tone. The Supreme Zen Master on the side was not angry, and reached out and pushed the door open.
With a squeak, the thick and thick door slowly opened, and a lonely breath came to face each other. There were many halls and Buddha statues everywhere, but Fang Xiaoyu found that there were few people in Shaolin.
Suddenly Fang Xiaoyu remembered that during this period Shaolin was being suppressed by the court, and even almost wiped out, making Shaolin go south, and only then did the Putian Shaolin in Fujian appear.
As the ancestor of Zen Buddhism, Songshan Shaolin is sparsely populated, but the heritage accumulated over the past thousand years still exists. Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help being respected when he entered Shaolin.
Under the guidance of the Supreme Master Zen, they worshiped the Buddha and recorded their names. The two of them became Shaolin lay disciples.
The three-nine training in winter and the three-legged training in summer were eight years in a flash. Both Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu had grown up.
At the mountain creek, the mountains were covered with snow. At a glance, they were covered in silver clothes, but there were two silhouettes of spirits fighting against each other in the snow.
One of them is exactly Li Lianjie's appearance, and the other is also good-looking and quite heroic. Needless to say, these two are Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu.
"Ha, Shiyu takes another punch."
Fang Xiaoyu yelled violently, rising from the ground, condescending, and an Arhat fist slammed straight towards Fang Shiyu.
Fang Shiyu smiled and said, "Look at my strong diamond boxing!"
With a bang, the two fists collided, Fang Xiaoyu's figure shook, and Fang Shiyu stepped back, clutching his fists and yelling: "It hurts me to death, brother, your Diamond Immortal Body magic is too powerful. This is just the first level. If you can become the second level, wouldn't it be possible to stand there and let me hit you without hurting you!"
Hearing Fang Shiyu's exaggerated complaints, Fang Xiaoyu spit out an arrow of air: "For eight full years, I've suffered, but I've only become the first level. It's a pity that the supporting internal strength training method has been lost. On the contrary, refining will hurt oneself. I am afraid that there is not much hope for a breakthrough with my Diamond Immortal Technique."