Chapter 4

The man who came in blocked Fang Xiaoyu's straight kick and retreated, shouting, "Ouch, Brother, you're really serious!"

Fang Xiaoyu stood tall, with a hint of curiosity, and said, "That's strange, why are you back so early today, Shiyu? Did you cause trouble outside again?"

A few years had passed, and Fang Shiyu was no longer the chubby little boy he was three years ago. He now bore a striking resemblance to the famous actor Li Lianjie.

Just seeing Fang Shiyu grow from a chubby little boy into the image of his idol gave Fang Xiaoyu a strange feeling.

Fang Shiyu chuckled and said, "Brother, you're joking. Mother sent someone to bring me back, and it seems she also sent someone to look for you. It seems there's something going on."

Hearing this, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel curious. It wasn't often that Miao Cuifhua summoned them both so formally.

Given how much Miao Cuifhua doted on Fang Shiyu, she usually wouldn't send someone to bring him back when he was playing outside.

With a hint of curiosity, Fang Xiaoyu asked, "Oh, where are Father and Mother now?"

Fang Shiyu pointed to the distant hall and said, "They seem to be entertaining an old monk in the living room."

"Monk?"

Fang Xiaoyu was slightly taken aback. A thought flashed through his mind, and his eyes showed a hint of surprise. Although this was a movie world, Fang Shiyu's martial arts were undoubtedly inherited from Shaolin. If nothing went wrong, he spent a few years at Shaolin Temple before his debut. Could the old monk talking with Fang De and Miao Cuifhua be from Shaolin?

He still remembered how Miao Cuifhua often mentioned sending them to Shaolin to learn martial arts over the past few years.

Now it seemed the time had come for them to go to Shaolin.

When Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu met the old monk from Shaolin, Miao Cuifhua said, "You two brats, come forward and pay your respects to Master Zhi Shan!"

Zhi Shan, one of the Five Ancestors of Shaolin.

Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu both stepped forward and bowed respectfully, saying, "We pay our respects to Master!"

Zhi Shan, with the appearance of a virtuous monk, his eyes flashing with wisdom, scanned the two and suddenly reached out to grab them.

Almost instinctively, Fang Xiaoyu tried to dodge, but Zhi Shan's large hand firmly landed on Fang Xiaoyu's shoulder, making him stiff and unable to move.

Then Zhi Shan's large hands quickly slid over Fang Xiaoyu's body. Before Fang Xiaoyu could react, Fang Shiyu also suffered the same treatment.

"Ah, pervert!"

Fang Shiyu, unlike Fang Xiaoyu, looked like a bullied little girl, covering his chest with his hands and shouting loudly.

Zhi Shan's surprise quickly turned to a solemn expression, and he chanted, "Amitabha!"

Miao Cuifhua was quick to slap Fang Shiyu's head and said, "Brat, Master is examining your bones. Why are you shouting?"

Miao Cuifhua then looked apologetically at Zhi Shan and said, "My son is impolite, Master, please forgive him! What do you think of these two brats?"

Zhi Shan clasped his hands and said, "They have excellent physical qualities, suitable for cultivation. I wish to take them as my disciples. What do you think?"

Miao Cuifhua kicked the back of their knees and said, "You two brats, kneel down and pay your respects to your master!"

Thud, thud!

Seeing Miao Cuifhua's reaction, Fang Xiaoyu knew that Zhi Shan was definitely a great master. Besides, he was aware of the reputation of the Five Ancestors of Shaolin. So, he knelt down and bowed to Zhi Shan, saying, "Disciple Fang Xiaoyu pays his respects to Master!"

Fang Shiyu, despite his carefree appearance, was very astute and quickly followed Fang Xiaoyu's lead.

Zhi Shan was quite satisfied to have two satisfactory disciples. After they performed the ceremony of paying respects, he helped them up.

But suddenly, Fang Shiyu shouted, "Ah, I don't want to be a disciple, I don't want to be a disciple!"

Miao Cuifhua and the others were taken aback, looking at Fang Shiyu, who was waving his hands and looking regretful.

Miao Cuifhua, slightly embarrassed, grabbed Fang Shiyu's ear and said, "Brat, what are you up to now?"

Fang Shiyu shouted, "If I become a disciple of the old monk, I'll become a little monk, and little monks don't have wives!"

Fang Xiaoyu almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and Miao Cuifhua was both embarrassed and angry, slapping Fang Shiyu's bottom and saying, "Brat, what do you know about wives at your age!"

Zhi Shan watched Fang Shiyu being scolded with a smile. Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a bit bitter, realizing that Zhi Shan wasn't as kind and gentle as he appeared.

Fortunately, Fang Shiyu soon understood that they wouldn't become little monks and could still get married in the future. Once he realized this, he became lively again.

Songshan Shaolin, the ancestral temple of the Chan School.

Despite the hardships, Shaolin has been passed down to this day.

The journey from Guangzhou to Songshan Shaolin was thousands of miles, and they had to walk the entire way. Zhi Shan was quite concerned about the two, but he urged them to practice martial arts after they left the Fang residence.

It took only a little over a month to cover the thousands of miles. For the first half of the journey, Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu were exhausted every day, almost falling asleep as soon as they hit the bed.

The breathing technique Zhi Shan taught them was incredibly profound. Although it wasn't an internal cultivation method, Fang Xiaoyu could feel that following this breathing technique improved his endurance and breath control.

After walking thousands of miles and practicing the breathing technique, Fang Xiaoyu could feel the changes in himself, though he wasn't sure about Fang Shiyu.

Indeed, the thousands of years of Shaolin's heritage was truly profound. Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but look forward to the next few years of his life at Shaolin.

"Wow, what a big temple!"

Of course, this was Fang Shiyu's voice. Zhi Shan didn't get angry and pushed open the gate.

With a creak, the massive gate slowly opened, and a solemn atmosphere greeted them. The halls and Buddha statues were everywhere, but Fang Xiaoyu noticed that there were almost no people in sight.

Suddenly, Fang Xiaoyu remembered that Shaolin was under government suppression during this period, almost leading to its destruction and the establishment of the Shaolin Temple in Putian, Fujian.

As the ancestral temple of the Chan School, Songshan Shaolin was sparsely populated, but the thousand years of accumulated heritage still existed. Entering Shaolin, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a deep respect.

Under Zhi Shan's guidance, they paid their respects to the Buddha and recorded their names, officially becoming lay disciples of Shaolin.

Winter training in the coldest months, summer training in the hottest months. Eight years passed, and both Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu had grown into adults.

By a mountain stream, snow covered the mountains, and two figures, bare-chested, were sparring in the snow.

One of them looked exactly like Li Lianjie, and the other had a handsome and heroic appearance. These two were none other than Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu.

"Ha, Shiyu, take this punch!"

Fang Xiaoyu shouted, leaping up and delivering a powerful strike from above with a Luohan Fist.

Fang Shiyu chuckled and said, "Watch my Great Vajra Fist!"

With a loud thud, their fists collided. Fang Xiaoyu's body wavered, while Fang Shiyu took a step back, clutching his fist and shouting, "It hurts so much! Brother, your Vajra Indestructible Body is too powerful! This is just the first level. If you reach the second level, I won't be able to hurt you even if I hit you!"

Hearing Fang Shiyu's exaggerated complaint, Fang Xiaoyu exhaled a stream of air and said, "Eight years, and I've only reached the first level. Unfortunately, the accompanying internal cultivation method is lost. If I force it, it will harm me. I fear it will be difficult to break through with the Vajra Indestructible Body."