"Really?" Shi Potian still looked stupid and asked strangely, "I don't know you, how do you know who my parents are?"

"Because I have met your brother Shi Zhongyu, and he looks exactly like you!" Shao Weijie said with a smile.

Fu Junma glanced at Shao Weijie and didn't think there was anything strange. Some immortals can naturally do things that ordinary people cannot and know things that ordinary people don't know.

"The one who looks exactly like me, should he be my brother?" the little beggar asked curiously and innocently.

"Of course, there are very few people in this world who look exactly the same!" Fu Junma said, "Unless they are twins, then do you think he is your brother?"

"That should be it!" Shi Potian was simple-minded and didn't understand that people would lie. After hearing what Fu Junma said, he nodded and believed it.

"Don't you want to see your parents?" Shao Weijie asked.

"If you are willing to take me there, I will naturally thank you very much!" Shi Potian said with a smile.

"You don't want to go yourself?" Fu Junma asked seeing the strange way he spoke.

"My mother said you can't ask others for help!" Shi Potian replied.

"Your mother?" Fu Junma was stunned and frowned slightly, "Is she the woman who gave your dog...that name?"

"Yeah!" Shi Potian thought for a moment before nodding.

"Even if she is not your biological mother, do you still have to listen to her?" Shao Weijie moved.

Shi Potian was stunned, and then he remembered that his mother seemed not to be his real mother: "This... I don't know either!"

"You should ask your own heart!" Fu Junma took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from her arms and applied it carefully on Shi Potian's face, "Do you think about it yourself?"

"Then can you take me to find my parents?" Shi Potian felt a cold feeling on his face, and he felt indescribable comfort in his heart. He suddenly said in anticipation, "And Ah Huang!"

"Huang?" Shao Weijie smiled lightly, and then remembered that it was the yellow dog that Shi Potian had accompanied since childhood.

"Okay, you can leave with me!" Shao Weijie smiled.

"Thank you!" Shi Potian thanked him sincerely, then looked at the old man lying next to the tree and asked, "By the way, can you save the old uncle?"

For some reason, he has made requests to people twice in a row.

"Okay!" Shao Weijie nodded slightly.

This sad old man has only been injured so far. He was not hit by Mi Xiang of the Changle Gang in the original drama, so it is very easy to save him.

Shao Weijie threw a Huiyuan Pill to Shi Potian and asked him to give it to the old man Dabei.

"Old uncle, let me bandage your wound!" After Shi Potian fed the elixir, he tore off his sleeve to bandage the injured area of ​​Old Man Dabei.

The old man Dabei closed his eyes slightly and felt that the internal injuries in his body were recovering rapidly. Then he opened his eyes and tapped two acupoints on the injured area on his shoulder, and the blood stopped immediately.

"No need, I basically have no problem!" Although the old man Dabei was withdrawn and had few close friends in his life, Shi Potian and Shi Potian had never known each other before, but they could risk their lives to protect each other, and they had long been grateful.

"Little friend, thank you very much!" Old Man Dabei glanced at Shi Potian's swollen cheeks, feeling quite sorry, and hurriedly took out a wooden box from his pocket.

Old Man Dabei opened the wooden box, and there were three rows of clay dolls neatly placed inside, six in each row, totaling eighteen.

Each clay doll is very delicately made, with red lines and dense black dots painted on it, just like a map of the locations of veins and acupuncture points.

Shao Weijie has read a lot of martial arts and knew at a glance that this was an authentic entry-level internal skill of Shaolin. This skill was also stored in his personal terminal.

Shi Potian was still a kid at heart, so he was very happy to see these many clay figurines. He smiled and said: "It's so funny, why are they not wearing clothes? It would be better if I made some clothes for them to wear!"

The old man Dabei shook his head kindly and said nothing more.

He spent his entire life meditating on these clay figurines but could not figure out the method, which made him very distressed. As a result, a child saw them now and regarded them as toys. Instead, they were a kind of fate.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you!" the old man Dabei said kindly, as if he were seeing his own grandson.

"Really?" Shi Potian happily took the wooden box. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly looked at Shao Weijie and handed the wooden box out, "You gave me the medicine to save the old man, and I didn't even do it.

What, these clay figurines should be given to you!"

Shi Potian's character is so simple and sincere, and he treats others without any scheming. He obviously likes the clay figurine, but he feels that he deserves it, and passes it to others.

The old man Dabei opened his mouth to stop it, but he didn't know what to say.

Since he had given away the things, and after all, it was the man and woman who had healed him, and the man and woman who had saved him and the child, he felt a little embarrassed if he wanted to say the wrong thing again.

Shao Weijie smiled indifferently, took the wooden box, picked up one from it and looked at it carefully, and asked teasingly: "You really want to give them to us?"

"Yeah!" Shi Potian nodded heavily.

"Then I'll give you a gift in return!" Shao Weijie said.

"No, no!" Shi Potian quickly refused.

Shao Weijie said nothing. He shook his right hand, and eighteen clay figures flew out of the wooden box and formed a line in the air, as if they were supported by some invisible gas.

He let out a breath, and as if a sharp blade had been scraped, the eighteen clay figurines spun around. As the clay figurines rotated, the mud around them was rapidly falling off.

"You!" The beloved thing of his life was destroyed. The old man Dabei was about to get angry, but he suddenly stopped.

Because he had already seen the wood exposed inside after the mud tires fell off.

Each puppet has a different shape and is lifelike, like an Arhat, and there seems to be invisible power coming out of the puppet's face.

"Hey, why is there a villain in there?" Shi Potian said innocently without knowing what was going on.

The eighteen puppets have appeared in their entirety, and they are exactly the shapes of the Eighteen Arhats in Lingshan.

"This is not a villain!" After Shao Weijie recorded the skills, he controlled the puppets to fall back into the wooden box one by one, and threw the wooden box back to Shi Potian with a smile, "This is the Eighteen Arhats of Buddhism, and what is recorded on it

It’s the ‘Arhat’s Magical Skill of Subduing Demons’, which is the most exquisite internal skill of Shaolin!”

The expression of the old man Dabei changed again and again. The mystery that had not been understood through Zen for many years was unexpectedly solved so easily. He felt both the joy of getting what he wanted and the sense of emptiness that his long-cherished wish had been repaid.

"Arhat Subduing Demon Kung Fu!" Xie Yanke's heart trembled violently. The first and most exquisite internal Kung Fu of the Shaolin Sect, which had been lost for a long time, appeared in front of him so easily.

This made him wonder what he was feeling in his heart for a moment.

Fu Junma still had those loving eyes, staring straight at Shao Weijie's side face. He was as mysterious as ever, as if there was nothing in this world, or even the entire world, that he didn't know.
Chapter completed!