The strongest husband in the world

Du Cihai closed the door and whispered, "Master, Yang Yu and Xu Yiyi have already arrived."

"Well, let them in."

Patriarch Bodhi's voice sounded, as if in the ear, but also as far away in the sky.

"Master, the disciple will retire first."

Du Cihai gave Yang Yu and Xu Yi a wink, then bowed and prepared to leave.

"Remember to clean the incense burner."

Patriarch Bodhi's voice sounded again, light and fluttering.

"..." Du Cihai left with an unsure expression on his face.

But Yang Yu felt that he was very unhappy.

"Come on, let's go in."

Yang Yu pulled up Xu Yiyi's little hand, opened the door, and walked into the dojo.

"..."

However, Xu Yiyi's pretty face was flushed red, and her ears turned red.

In ancient times, holding hands could be considered skin-to-skin.

And for ancient women, the only person who can have a skin-to-skin relationship can only be their husband.

It's not like modern times, where men and women make random beds and part ways the next day as if nothing happened.

And, in ancient times, it was normal to get married at the age of eleven or twelve.

Therefore, at this moment, it is nothing to Yang Yu, but to Xu Yiyi, his heart is no different from exploding like a Mars hitting the earth!

Afterwards, the two entered the door, and what they saw was a spacious courtyard with a stove burning and a scent wafting in the air.

And Patriarch Bodhi was sitting next to the stove, sitting cross-legged on the futon.

"come on."

Patriarch Bodhi opened his eyes and looked at Yang Yu and Xu Yiyi. In front of him, two futons appeared out of thin air.

"Disciple, see Master."

Although Yang Yu didn't know much about ancient etiquette, he still walked closer and knelt on the futon.

Xu Yiyi followed suit, but her pretty face was very red and her voice was very low.

"Okay, I don't need red tape here. From today, you are my disciples."

Patriarch Bodhi nodded, then looked at Yang Yu and said, "There are twelve characters in my sect, and I have assigned names, so that you two are the ninth and tenth generation disciples."

Yang Yu and Xu Yi looked at Patriarch Bodhi and asked, "Which twelve characters?"

Patriarch Bodhi opened his mouth and said lightly, "It is the twelve characters of 'Great Wisdom, True Like the Sea of ​​Nature, Ying Wu Yuan Jue'."

"So, Xiao Yiyi and I are the Yingzi generation and Wuzi generation?"

Yang Yu was stunned, what's the situation? Could it be that he wants to rob Sun Wukong's character generation?

"It's not like that, everything is about fate. This Ying generation is the name of a female disciple, and it is also suitable for Xu Yiyi. I will give you the name Xu Ying today, how about it?"

Patriarch Bodhi opened his mouth and looked at Xu Yiyi.

"Thank you Immortal Master."

Xu Yiyi seemed a little restrained, and even forgot to change the name.

"I want to call you Master, that's all, then let Shi Hui teach you for a few days and change your character."

Patriarch Bodhi looked at Xu Yiyi, shook his head, and said nothing.

"Master... Master." Xu Yi said, her pretty face was still red, for some reason.

"As for Yang Yu, you already have someone in the Wuzi generation. This generation is not suitable for you, so feel wronged and take the Yuanzi generation."

Patriarch Bodhi looked at Yang Yu and whispered.

"The disciple has no objection."

Yang Yu lowered his head and spoke without showing dissatisfaction.

However, after losing two generations at once, Yang Yu was more or less unhappy.

"In this case, then I will give you a Dharma name, Yang Chengcheng, and you will be satisfied when you do things."

Patriarch Bodhi nodded, looked at Yang Yu, and said lightly.

"Thank you, Master."

Yang Yu's face was speechless, and his heart was extremely depressed, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Yang Chengchen is really ugly.

Chapter 8 Name of Bodhi Disciple

"Okay, let's step back. From now on, you can listen to the sermon with other senior brothers every day."

Patriarch Bodhi nodded, then waved Yang Yu and the others to leave.

Yang Yu and Xu Yi left, but did not stay. As for teaching the Fa, Yang Yu was not in a hurry.

Moreover, he is now an online gamer of all worlds, so Patriarch Bodhi's teaching may not necessarily be useful.

"How are you two brothers and sisters?"

Not long after the two left, Yang Yu was holding Xu Yiyi, and before he reached the Taoist temple where the brothers practiced on weekdays, he was greeted by a few Taoist priests, his face full of curiosity.

"Give a name, and then it's gone."

Yang Yu shrugged and said helplessly.

Xu Yiyi kept his head down, afraid of life.

"It's just giving a name, this is a great benefit!"

Among the Taoist priests, a fat man named Du Da, and Du Cihai were from the same town.