The architectural style of Simiantang is a typical European villa, but it is tightly wrapped by a Buddha-style wall with a Siamese flavor. From outside, you can only see windows from the third to fifth floors, as well as dense tree canopies or branches and leaves. In addition to the power grid, there are several sentry towers on the wall, and there are gunmen carrying guns and ammunition standing on it.

The car that came to pick up the station went around half a circle outside the fence and finally stopped in front of two huge iron doors with four-faced Buddhas. Most of the people entering and leaving the door were white men in tuxedoes or suits and Siamese nobles.

In the security rooms on both sides of the gate, there were four white security guards on duty. When they saw the arrival of the cars in the hall, they immediately stood up and saluted them, and opened the large iron door completely. At the same time, two security guards leading the Tibetan mastiff came forward.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

"Master of the Divine Monkey, please go to the VIP room to rest first. Tomorrow, I will also visit the Siam Governor and other celebrities. Your Buddhist Dharma Protector, the name of the monkey, is now well-known in Europe..."

Looking at the two Tibetan mastiffs that were usually a little manic, they actually crawled in front of Yang Meng. Pierre, who came to pick him up, suddenly became sincere in awe of Yang Meng.

As a Christian, Pierre disagreed with the legend of the Hindu monkey Hanuman, but when he saw this phenomenon that could not be explained by science, he felt the mystery of Asian countries more and more.

"It is worthy of being the number one casino in Siam. Its magnificence can no longer describe its luxury. Only the powers like Britain and France can live in such an inconsistent casino in the city of Angels who believe in Buddhism..."

"Although this is a foreign company, there are 20% of Siam's dry stocks..." Pierre looked at Yang Meng and smiled and said without saying a word. He guessed what Yang Meng was thinking, and said with a smile: "All the maids here are virgins trained since childhood. They can occasionally be used to receive distinguished guests, but it is morning, so there are not many people."

Ryan and Chen Zhen nodded blankly, and then they were surrounded by a group of girls wearing white gauze and gold jewelry. Pierre looked at Yang Meng who gently pulled Ruoli and continued, "Master of the Divine Monkey, please come with me. The presidential suite has been arranged for you. You can simply wash and rest first, and the dining room will be ready immediately."

“Okay…”

When he was used to seeing five-star hotels in later generations, Yang Meng's expression now became the most calm and natural, and nodded gently. Then he followed Pierre, who secretly claimed to be stranger in his heart, and walked into the Sifang Hall.

"There are everything here. Let's take a break for a while... If you feel bored, there are some information about Siam and Chanmaquan in the study that is specially collected for you..." Pierre took Yang Meng and his wife directly to the fifth floor, and at the end of the red carpet, the door of the entire suite was on the front.

The room is 200 to 300 square meters. As soon as you enter the door, you will find a huge Western-style living room, along with the study and dining room. There are several doors next to it. On one side is an equally spacious and bright skylight, and a Western-style bedroom covered with various ivory decorations and velvets. On the other side, there is a bathroom that is still exaggerated. The most luxurious one is a jade-carved and gold-cast bathhouse. The clear spring water slowly flows from the outlet, and the pool surface is even full of fresh rose petals, which makes Ruoli, who has been in the dust, fall in love with it in an instant.

This super luxurious specification is only reserved in advance for the ministers of various countries or Siamese nobles. In Pierre's heart, it was a waste of Yang Meng, a Chinese rustler, but when he saw the calmness and indifference in Yang Meng's eyes, he suddenly realized that the boss's arrangement was indeed the most suitable.

For some reason, from this master of boxing who was overly backward, he actually felt the luxury and grandeur that Her Majesty the Queen of England had. "No wonder he was named as the monkey of the two living Buddhas in Tibet..."

"I have arranged eight service personnel outside the room. You can pull the bell if you need it. Master Divine Monkey please rest first, and I will arrange your two disciples..."

Yang Meng casually opened the crystal bottle filled with foreign wine, poured out half a cup of amber wine, and then took it in the palm of his hand and shook it, "Okay, thank you for your care along the way. We and my wife can come by ourselves, just leave two of the service staff."

"Everything is as you wish..." Pierre looked at the Chinese who was even more noble than the noble, gave a noble ceremony meaningfully, and then withdrew from the door respectfully.

"My husband, this place is so luxurious, it looks like a royal style. The water is warm. Do you want to wash it together..."

With the years of ears and eyes, Ruoli is now generous. Looking at the exquisite bathing pool, he rarely invites Yang Meng to bathe together...

Yang was stunned for a moment, then showed a bad smile, "Everything is as you wish, my Bodhisattva, wait for me to invite the god monkey Hanuman's tiger-headed Ruyi Golden Rod..."

A pool of spring water is rippling, but the fun is no longer enough to tell outsiders...

At the same time, in the Siam First Fist Dojo, the Siam Master Bachai, who was as strong as a dragon and dark-skinned, was standing in the center of the dojo, pulling his flexible body, posing in various postures and allowing his disciples to hold golden copper sticks and beat him quickly on his chest, abdomen, back and limbs. After he changed his breath, his body changed from a single foot to a three-guard step, making the copper sticks hit faster and faster.

Bacha was not tall, only about 1.76 meters, and his wide latissimus dorsi was like a bat, containing terrifying explosive power. On the top of his bare head, there was a simple headband made of hemp rope. Except for the forearms and fists, the forearms and fists were also wrapped in hemp ropes, the rest of the body was actually beaten with a copper stick and was beaten a little red.

His eyes were not big, but he flashed with a dangerous light from time to time. When his posture changed occasionally, he would also use his fists to be hard and thick as a copper stick. With the jingling sound, his body seemed to be casting black iron.

"Master, that Chinese monkey has arrived at the Sifang Hall. According to the people inside, although his demeanor is majestic, he is more like a Zen master in a temple. He can't feel the savage at all. If he hadn't known in advance, no one would have guessed that he was a master of boxing..."

Chacha, the boxing champion who is now sweeping across the Siam boxing world, looks only twenty-six or seven years old, and his strong muscles look like steel and iron. When he hurried in, he saw his master tempering his body, so he stood aside from a distance, respectfully folding his hands together.

"ha!"

Bachai shouted lightly, and the four disciples on the side quickly put away the copper sticks and bowed in sweat. Bachai jumped into the large iron bucket filled with potions next to him, signaling to check and tear the fire below to make the firewood below flourish...

Chacha swallowed and added a few firewood with great envy until he saw the sticky medicine liquid bubbling, then he stood respectfully again, "Master, do you want your disciple to test the monkey..."

Bachai closed his eyes and said nothing until a while later he jumped out of the iron bucket and posed fork in his back and legs. The red stick marks that had just covered his body had quietly melted into the red skin. "The effect of body refining medicine is very strong. You can soak in for three minutes first. Don't be greedy, otherwise your current body will not be able to bear it..."

Chachai watched the master slowly enter the state of breathing in the abdominal cavity, and felt a sense of ecstasy. Regardless of the still hot medicine, he kicked his feet on the ground and jumped into the iron bucket. However, after the whole body entered the medicine, he made a "silk of pain".

Ba Guai's mouth slightly raised, and then changed his posture to a "tiger's cross". Then he said in an extremely calm tone: "Shut up and adjust the breathing of the nasal cavity, adapt to the fluctuations of the medicine liquid, and use the "liu steward" step to let the body fully absorb the medicine power in the medicine liquid..."

Chachai closed his mouth, but his face was flushed with pain. He thought of his master's mysterious and profound boxing skills and his terrifying steel body, so he endured the pain of being cut into pieces and gritted his teeth and persevered.

In just three minutes, it seemed like three years later. Chachai didn't know how the master could endure the half-hour medicine bath, and didn't know when he would be able to practice to the level of the master. When Bachai said 'Okay', he jumped out of the water like a monkey running through the sky, "Ah, it hurts and itchs..."

Bachai looked at his beloved disciple jumping around and couldn't help but smile again, "Stand in a stance quickly, don't waste medicine..." As he spoke, he had slowly walked back and forth on the ground, moving the qi and blood in his entire body. This was a bit like the practice of qi training in internal martial arts.

"If that divine monkey is really as the insider said, I'm afraid it has been practiced to the extent of initially restraining qi and blood. Although Chinese boxing is not as explosive and destructive as ours, their research on health and fitness can't catch up with us even if we ride a horse and chase it for a hundred years. Alas, that mysterious country has never lacked real masters and hermits..."

Chachai's hands rubbed back and forth on the red skin for a long time before gradually regaining his consciousness. After hearing what Master Bachai said, he said disapprovingly: "If a martial arts practitioner only wants to maintain health and qi, it is better to completely enter Buddhism and practice yoga. If a boxer has no strength, no matter how long he lives, he is not as good as dying in the boxing ring..."

Bacha shook his head, turned around and walked to a bronze drum hanging in the center of the dojo, which was engraved with Sanskrit. He waved his fists wrapped in hemp ropes and then hit the bronze drum more than one person tall...

when……

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"Your boxing skills are still in a state where it is difficult to stop. When will you understand the difference between these 108 drum sounds, you will truly practice Siamese boxing to the point of perfection. On that day, you will also understand what I said today..."

Amid the rumbling thunderous drum sound, the sound of Ba Guai was clearly visible. Seeing that the disciples were gradually immersed in the drum sound, the master of boxing, who seemed to be a striking master continued: "At the point of my life, it is difficult to make any progress in practicing alone. Only by constantly challenging the real masters can we go further..."

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