The Shaolin Ancestral Court

The newcomer blocked Fang Xiaoyu's direct kick with both hands and retreated repeatedly, shouting, "Oh no, big brother is really going for it!"

Fang Xiaoyu stood tall with a hint of curiosity and said, "It's quite strange. Why did Shiyu come back so early today? Did he get into trouble again?"

Years had passed, and Fang Shiyu had already lost the chubby look of three years ago. He now resembled the superstar Li Lianjie from Fang Xiaoyu's memory.

Seeing Fang Shiyu transform from a chubby child into someone resembling his idol, Fang Xiaoyu felt an unusual sense of emotion.

Fang Shiyu chuckled and said, "Big brother is joking. Mother sent someone to find me and seems to have also sent someone to look for you. It seems like there is something going on."

Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel curious. It was rare for Miao Cuihua to be so serious about finding them both. Given Miao Cuihua's indulgence towards Fang Shiyu, she wouldn't usually send someone to retrieve him from playing outside.

Curious, Fang Xiaoyu asked, "Oh, what about Father and Mother…"

Fang Shiyu pointed to the distant hall and said, "It seems they are hosting an old monk in the living room."

"A monk?"

Fang Xiaoyu was slightly stunned and felt a jolt of interest. Even though this was a movie world, Fang Shiyu's martial arts were undoubtedly inherited from Shaolin. If nothing unusual had happened, he must have spent some years in the Shaolin Temple before his debut. Could the old monk whom Fang De and Miao Cuihua were talking to be from Shaolin?

He remembered Miao Cuihua mentioning over the years that they would send the brothers to Shaolin Temple for training. It seemed that the time had come.

When Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu saw the old monk from Shaolin, Miao Cuihua said, "You two brats, hurry up and greet Master Zhishan!"

Master Zhishan, one of the Five Ancestors of Shaolin. Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu both stepped forward, respectfully bowing, "We greet the master!"

Master Zhishan appeared to be a great monk of high virtue. His eyes sparkled as he swept over the two of them, and his hands instinctively reached out to grasp them.

Almost instinctively, Fang Xiaoyu tried to dodge, but Master Zhishan's large hand firmly landed on Fang Xiaoyu's shoulder, instantly making him stiff and immobile.

Next, Master Zhishan's hands swiftly glided over Fang Xiaoyu's body, and before Fang Xiaoyu could react, Fang Shiyu had a similar experience.

"Ah, pervert!"

Fang Shiyu was not like Fang Xiaoyu. He looked like a bullied young girl, covering his chest with his hands and shouting loudly.

Master Zhishan's surprise solidified on his face, and he then chanted a long Buddhist mantra: "Amitabha!"

Miao Cuihua quickly slapped Fang Shiyu on the head and said, "Brat, the master is just feeling your bones. Why are you shouting nonsense?"

Miao Cuihua then apologized to Master Zhishan, saying, "My son is being rude. Please excuse him. I don't know what these two brats..."

Master Zhishan clasped his hands together and said, "Their root constitution is excellent. They are great material for cultivation. I wish to take them as disciples. I wonder if..."

Miao Cuihua kicked the two of them in the shins and said, "You two brats, quickly kneel and pay your respects to the master!"

Thud, thud!

From Miao Cuihua's reaction, Fang Xiaoyu knew that Master Zhishan was definitely a master. Moreover, knowing the name of one of the Five Ancestors of Shaolin, Fang Xiaoyu naturally knelt and bowed to Master Zhishan, saying, "Disciple Fang Xiaoyu pays respects to the master!"

Fang Shiyu, despite his seemingly offbeat demeanor, was actually quite astute and quickly followed Fang Xiaoyu in bowing.

Master Zhishan was very pleased to take two satisfactory disciples. After the two of them completed their bowing ceremony, he helped them up.

However, at this moment, Fang Shiyu suddenly shouted, "Ah, I don't want to be a disciple anymore! I don't want to!"

This left Miao Cuihua and the others looking puzzled, staring at Fang Shiyu who was repeatedly waving his hands with a look of regret.

Slightly embarrassed, Miao Cuihua grabbed Fang Shiyu's ear and said, "Brat, what are you going crazy about now?"

Fang Shiyu shouted, "If I become a monk, doesn't that make me a little monk? Little monks don't have wives!"

Fang Xiaoyu nearly burst out laughing, and Miao Cuihua's face turned red with anger as she slapped Fang Shiyu on the backside and said, "Brat, what do you know about wives at your age!"

Master Zhishan looked at Fang Shiyu being scolded with a smile. Seeing this, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but bitterly smile. It seemed that Master Zhishan was not as kind and approachable as he appeared.

Fortunately, Fang Shiyu soon realized that they wouldn't have to be little monks and could still marry in the future. Once he understood this, he immediately became lively and energetic.

Mount Song Shaolin, the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism.

Although Shaolin had endured many hardships, it still continued to this day.

The journey from Guangzhou to Mount Song Shaolin spanned thousands of miles and was done entirely on foot. Master Zhishan, who had shown concern for the two during their usual daily life, began urging them to practice diligently after leaving the Fang residence.

The journey of thousands of miles was completed in just over a month. For the first half of the month, Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu were exhausted every day, almost collapsing into bed as soon as they reached it.

Master Zhishan taught a breathing technique that was extraordinarily mysterious. Although it was not a method for internal cultivation, Fang Xiaoyu could feel that controlling his breathing according to this technique greatly improved his endurance and vitality.

After walking thousands of miles and practicing the breathing technique taught by Master Zhishan, Fang Xiaoyu felt a significant change in himself, though he did not know about Fang Shiyu's condition.

Indeed, Shaolin, with its thousands of years of heritage, was deeply profound. Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but look forward to the coming years at Shaolin.

"Wow, what a big temple!"

This was certainly Fang Shiyu's remark. Master Zhishan, not angry, pushed open the large door.

With a creak, the massive door slowly opened, and a desolate atmosphere greeted them. The halls and Buddha statues were numerous, but Fang Xiaoyu noticed that there were hardly any people in Shaolin.

Suddenly, Fang Xiaoyu remembered that at this time, Shaolin was under pressure from the court and was almost destroyed, leading Shaolin to move south and eventually appear in Putian, Fujian.

As the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, Mount Song Shaolin had a sparse population, but the thousand-year-old heritage remained. Entering Shaolin, Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.

Under Master Zhishan's guidance, they worshipped the Buddha, recorded their names, and officially became lay disciples of Shaolin.

Practicing in the cold of winter and the heat of summer, eight years passed in a flash. Both Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu had come of age.

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

One of them resembled Li Lianjie, and the other also had a handsome, heroic appearance. It was evident that these two were Fang Xiaoyu and Fang Shiyu.

"Ha, Shiyu, take another punch from me."

Fang Xiaoyu shouted as he leaped into the air, delivering a straight punch toward Fang Shiyu.

Fang Shiyu grinned and said, "Watch my Great Strength Diamond Fist!"

With a loud thud, their fists collided. Fang Xiaoyu swayed slightly, while Fang Shiyu took a step back, clutching his fist and shouting, "It hurts so much. Big brother, your Diamond Immortality Technique is too powerful. This is just the first level. If you master the second level, wouldn't you be invulnerable to my attacks?"

Hearing Fang Shiyu's exaggerated complaints, Fang Xiaoyu exhaled a breath and said, "After eight years, I have only mastered the first level. Unfortunately, the accompanying internal cultivation method has been lost. If I try to forcefully advance, it might harm me. I'm afraid there's not much hope for breaking through this Diamond Immortality Technique."