116: What? She's already become an apprentice so beautifully?

The crowd almost jumped out of their skins in shock.

"My god, my god, is this a corpse coming back to life, or did Brother Lin kick him into madness?"

"This is too magical; the reversal was so fast my brain can't even keep up."

"Seriously, this is more explosive than one of Star Lord's movie scripts."

"Yeah, to act like this after being kicked by Brother Lin... I suspect he's a zombie..."

"He's like a zombie from Plants vs. Zombies, the type that's tanky and won't die, and even his look is similar."

"Neither. Don't you think he looks even more energetic now after being kicked? It's truly miraculous!"

"It really is. After taking a kick from Brother Lin, how can he not show even a hint of pain?"

"..."

As everyone observed Monk with curiosity and caution, Monk looked at his own hands and feet in disbelief.

Then he lunged forward and knelt at Lin Pei's feet once again.

!!!???

By now, let alone the Film Crew actors and the netizens in the livestream, even Lin Pei was utterly dumbfounded.

"Master Monk, are your knees soft again?"

Monk's expression, however, was one of extreme reverence.

"You don't need to hide it anymore. Just now, I deliberately induced you to kick This Poor Monk's Shenque point; with that one kick, you completely cleared This Poor Monk's Ren and Du meridians."

"This level of power must be the legendary, long-lost martial art of my Temple, the Mighty Vajra Foot."

"Legend says the Mighty Vajra Foot can help one reshape their meridians, heal illnesses, and neutralize toxins. Upon verification, it is indeed true."

Hearing this, Lin Pei was also quite shocked.

Healing? Neutralizing toxins?

Did the system really give him the Temple's Mighty Vajra Foot?

No way, was the system formerly a recycler? If it wasn't recycling ancient foreign language textbooks, it was recycling lost martial arts manuals.

The key was that it had actually been recognized.

No wonder Monk specifically asked to be kicked in the navel; he must have heard how this footwork could clear meridians.

However, Monk probably didn't know that for this kick to heal anything, besides hitting the right acupoint, the force had to be handled perfectly.

The fact that the force of his foot landing on Monk was just right while he was unaware was actually a complete stroke of luck.

If the force had been slightly more or less, Monk would likely be in a lot of pain right now.

Monk put his palms together in front of his chest, his eyes full of devotion.

"The grace of reshaping my meridians is like being a second parent to me. From this day forth, you are my Master."

"Master, please accept your disciple's bow!"

Lin Pei panicked internally.

"Hey, hey, Master Monk, wait a second."

"Listen to me, there's really no need. I can't be your master."

When he refused, Monk turned a completely deaf ear.

With lightning speed, he kowtowed several times to Lin Pei with loud 'thuds'.

"Now that the ceremony is performed, you are my Master."

Lin Pei's eyelid twitched.

What on earth?

It was one thing to be forced into being a 'Big Brother,' but now he was being forced into being a 'Master'?

Crucially, when Stephen Chow called him Big Brother, people at most thought his actual age was in the thirties or forties.

But being called Master by this Shaolin High Monk, his perceived age had increased by at least another twenty years.

This was not good!

Lin Pei wore a pained expression and let out a long sigh.

"Rise, my good disciple."

Stephen Chow grinned, seemingly even more excited than Monk.

"Master Monk, since you are already my Big Brother's disciple, that makes me your Martial Uncle."

"We're all family now. In the future, if my movies need kung fu choreography, you'll have to help out, alright?"

Monk smiled kindly.

"No problem, Martial Uncle."

"I hope that in the future, you can produce more excellent films like 'To Live'."

"Sigh, it seems that ever since you made that movie, your level has slipped a bit in the following ones."

Stephen Chow's mouth twitched.

Dammit.

Was this Monk doing it on purpose?

Since arriving at the Film Crew, not a single film he mentioned was one Stephen had participated in or directed.

And 'To Live'?

Was this Monk blatantly implying that his level was inferior to that of Brother Mao next door?

Stephen Chow's teeth itched with anger as he turned to ask Lin Pei.

"Big Brother, your disciple is going too far!"

"Can I teach him a lesson?"

Lin Pei looked the two of them over and then nodded.

"Of course you can."

"If you can beat him, go ahead."

When Stephen Chow looked at Monk again, Monk was stretching his seemingly reborn limbs and bones.

That fellow was making audible 'crack-crack' sounds.

Stephen Chow swallowed hard.

"Ah... never mind..."

"As an elder, I should be more magnanimous..."

After finishing his stretches, Monk requested instructions from Lin Pei.

"Master, I need to return to the Temple for a trip; I'll be back soon."

Lin Pei waved his hand.

"Ask your Martial Uncle; he's the director."

Stephen Chow was moved; as expected of Big Brother, he really gave him enough respect.

He should also learn from Big Brother and be more tolerant and loving toward his Martial Nephew.

So he stepped forward, reached out to touch Monk's head, and brushed off the stone fragments.

"Go ahead, Martial Nephew, your Martial Uncle permits it."

Monk paused for a moment and put his hands together.

"Amitabha."

As he watched Monk's back disappear through the main gate, Stephen Chow was puzzled.

Why was this Monk still saying 'Amitabha' at a time like this? Shouldn't he say 'Thank you, Martial Uncle'?

And why did he feel like the Monk rolled his eyes before leaving?

Hiss.

Also, when Monks chant 'Amitabha,' shouldn't their palms be flat against each other?

This... why did Monk just stick out two middle fingers and put them together? A new Shaolin gesture?

Something felt off... It took the people on the set a long while to snap out of it.

"Are you sure they weren't just rehearsing a scene in advance? This... my brain is made of flesh too, can we stop treating it like a computer CPU and abusing it?"

"Probably not; this plot doesn't have anything to do with our script."

"Does that mean Big Brother really knows the Temple's Mighty Vajra Foot?"

"That's not necessarily true. I think that Master Monk still seems a bit out of it."

"He looks quite energetic to me now. Although compared to normal Monks, he seems a bit decadent, but he was like that when he joined the crew."

"True, his smoking history looks to be at least thirty years."

"Yeah, anyway, he doesn't look very reliable, so what he says is obviously subject to verification..."

"But what's certain is that Brother Lin's kick is indeed powerful; otherwise, this Shaolin High Monk wouldn't have admitted defeat and taken him as a master."

"..."

The livestream was flooded with all sorts of memes questioning life.

"What? What? Just like that, he's taken as a master? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have guessed this ending in eight lifetimes."

"This reversal has me questioning my existence. Look at how harmonious this master, disciple, and Martial Uncle are; wasn't it just giving off murder scene vibes a moment ago?"

"Hiss, Brother Lin has a handsome twenty-year-old face, but his seniority is getting higher and higher. If he went to the Shaolin Temple, there'd probably be a bunch of little Monks following him around calling him Great-Grandmaster."

"Speaking of which, I'm reminded of that rumor. Could Brother Lin really be in his sixties?"

"Huh? The version I heard is that Brother Lin is actually over a hundred years old..."

"No way? Then Brother Lin has indeed maintained himself well... No, he should be called Great-Grandpa Lin, the Ancestor..."

"Psh, the training intensity for those in the martial arts world is unusual; it's understandable if they look a bit younger."

"Is this just 'a bit younger'? This is complete reverse aging!"

"..."