[Journey to the West] Empty Enlightenment Bodhi

The little monkey jumped off the auspicious clouds, stood in front of the formation of the Three Star Cave, probed his brain, and after confirming that there was no one around, he swaggered into the Three Star Cave.

Patriarch Bodhi was hugging a pillow, leaning limply on the pillow, holding a bunch of grapes in one hand, flipping through a booklet with the other hand, looking eagerly.

"Teacher, the little monkey is here to see you." The little monkey jumped across the threshold in three steps and two steps, and before seeing Patriarch Bodhi, he began to say hello with a loud voice.

"Don't you not learn the art of immortality?" Patriarch Bodhi didn't even turn his body, turned a page of the book with his fair fingers, and stretched his voice, "Why are you here?"

"Hehehe, master, the formulas you gave are very useful. I learned a few spells in one night. Hehehe, master, your eight sentences are as good as eight libraries in other people's homes," the little monkey jumped onto the soft bed. , the furry head leaned next to Bodhi, giggling, "Master, think about it quickly, is there anything else you want to say to the little Pohou. It doesn't need to be long and long, just a sentence or a half."

"Father Master has something to say to that little monkey, maybe you can convey it to Father Master?" Patriarch Bodhi turned a page of the book, his tone calm.

"Oh?" Little Wukong became interested, "What does Master want Little Poor Monkey to do?"

Bodhi twirled a grape, and the grapes were cool, "Teacher, tell the little monkey," he tilted his head and smiled, and Bodhi looked at Wukong with a smile, "I tell you to go back to sleep quickly."

The little monkey blinked, as if he didn't hear anything, and asked Patriarch Bodhi very piously: "It's dark and windy this month, Master, you don't have anything else to do, hehehe, do you need my help? I may be patient." Alright," the little monkey patted his furry chest, "It doesn't matter whether you go up the mountain to pick peaches or trees to catch birds, I can do it!"

"I don't eat birds or peaches," Bodhi stretched on the soft bed and yawned, "If you don't learn the art of immortality, go back early, this three-star cave is far away from you." That small dilapidated courtyard is far away. Even if you walk to the teleportation array, you will have to walk for hours."

The little monkey turned over and sat up cross-legged. With a very serious face, the immature little monkey rejected Patriarch Bodhi's unreasonable request.

"I don't study."

"Where is the art of immortality taught to people, it is clearly to send people to die."

"I don't learn, I don't learn."

"If I don't learn the immortality technique of Lao Shizi, I can still live in peace and security for decades. If I learn this immortality technique, haha," the little monkey stopped abruptly, "I don't learn it, I don't study."

"Then I have nothing to say to you," Bodhi yawned, "Go back to sleep quickly."

The little monkey was still dawdling on Patriarch Bodhi's soft bed, reluctant to get off, and thought to himself, to say a few words -- after all, Patriarch Bodhi's mantras are so powerful, and it's only a sentence if he can earn more.Unexpectedly, the Bodhi patriarch turned his head and drove the people down. The little monkey could only stand sullenly in Bodhi's room, wandering around, saw the boxes of Bodhi scattered on the table with sharp eyes, and couldn't help but walk over Take a second look.

If you look at this more, you can see things.

"Hey, teacher, why are you always upright? Apart from doing some shameful things secretly, you are doing sneaky things." Wukong touched the two long swords in the box, "This long sword, But I brought it from Huaguoshan, why is it here with you, Master?"

Bodhi squinted, his expression was calm, and he didn't pay attention to one or two swords: "You also said that you brought them here, and they are not yours."

"Since I brought it here, it must not belong to the master." The little monkey was not afraid of the aura of Patriarch Bodhi.

Bodhi propped her head up, smiled lazily, the messy black hair fell into the skirt of her clothes, raised her hand and pointed casually, "If that's the case, take the handle on the left."

There are two swords in the box, one on the left and one on the right. The one that Bodhi pointed to is the one that the little monkey disliked before—the one with the word "Yuan".

The little monkey laughed again, licking his face and approaching Bodhi: "Master, since you don't care, give me back both handles."

"That can't be done," Bodhi casually pointed, and the sword on the right—the one engraved with the word "No" flew to the soft ground, "I still can't bear to give you this sword."

The little monkey drooped its ears, very frustrated: "But I also like this one with the word 'no' engraved on it."

Bodhi smiled, "You don't like swords, you like words."

The little monkey's eyes lit up instantly, and he nodded desperately: "Yes, yes, why don't you look at it like this, Master, give you the sword, and pick out the words for me?"

Bodhi couldn't put it down as he stroked the word "no" at that moment: "It's unfortunate, I like this word too."

The little monkey jumped up and hugged the handle on the right tightly: "Teacher, you are a dignified ancestor, how can you snatch something from your disciple?"

Bodhi smiled and slumped: "Little Pohou, you are a mere disciple, how can you compete with the ancestor?"

Although the little monkey has learned a few spells, he still can't defeat Bodhi - he doesn't even need to make gestures, the little monkey is like a mirror in his heart, but he is not reconciled. It was brought all the way to Xiniu Hezhou, but was snatched away by the ancestor out of thin air.

Bodhi pinched the little monkey's face: "Come on, as your master, I cured your eyes and taught you the formula. I can't be too filial to you, right?"

The little monkey twisted his face, "too much" was written all over his face, but he still succumbed to Bodhi's coercion, and finally grinned and nodded: "It's not too much."

"So good." Bodhi patted the little monkey's furry head, and the little monkey took the opportunity to ask, "Master, what is the relationship between this 'wu' sword and the 'wu' in the three-door five-character?"

Patriarch Bodhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "This is hard to say."

"Is it hard to say, or can't say it?" The little monkey insisted.

Bodhi laughed and said, "If you want to entangle yourself in this matter, it's not impossible. It's just that I originally planned to send you a sentence that will last a lifetime, so it seems needless to say."

Wukong's attention was instantly diverted: "If you can't say it, then you can't say it. Even if you don't say it, I will know it when I should know it. What are you going to tell me, master?"

Bodhi smiled unfathomably: "Sure enough, you have quite a bit of wisdom. If you really don't think about the law of immortality, if you teach you to return, you will be in the position of Buddha and immortal, with things vertical and horizontal, and two hands hanging down. Isn’t it beautiful and wonderful?”

"Hey," Wukong turned his head impatiently, "If Master sent me this kind of words, then don't say anything."

Bodhi waved his hand: "Why did I give you this. What I want to say is your destiny."

Wukong blinked: "Master, tell me, my old grandson will definitely remember it."

"In the future, if there is nothing to think about, there will be a time when the original source will float in the world."

"Why is it the original source?" Wukong muttered, "What is the original source that Master wants me to realize? The master called his disciple Wukong, and said that the empty one is also the source. The method to unravel all things; yesterday when the disciple was meditating, he took the source as the genus of the monster monkey, and thus obtained many magic formulas in the world; today the master mentioned the source again—"

Wukong's eyes are firm.

"The disciples know what is the foundation, what is the source, what is born, why it comes, this is the source."

"It's just that there are tens of thousands of origins in this world. If I replace them with tens of thousands of origins, I can obtain thousands of abilities from the formula." Wukong raised his head and looked at Bodhi, "Master wants me to enlighten, I'm afraid It’s not these origins.”

"What kind of origin does Master want me to realize?"

Bodhi looked at Wukong with a smile that was not a smile: "It will never be the one you think of."

Wukong scratched his head and laughed: "Now you know what I'm thinking again. If you can hear my heart, you should give me that sword."

"The time has not come."

"What time?"

Wukong asked again, and Bodhi stopped talking about this topic. Wukong got bored and got what he wanted again. After sitting in the room for a while, he stood up and asked Bodhi to resign.

This time, Bodhi stood up and sent him to the entrance of the cave.

Wukong waved his hand to attract a cloud, tugged again, tugged, jumped, turned somersaults to sit on the cloud head.

Bodhi couldn't help laughing three times, and Wukong glared at him angrily, then Bodhi stopped smiling and shook his head, then turned and went back to the Three Star Cave.

Wukong returned to the courtyard, carefully thinking about the connection between the stele with the word "no" and the characters "three doors and five characters".

After Wukong came back, the little sapling has been pretending that he is a towering and arrogant tree, disdainful of the little monkey.But the leaves kept fluttering in the wind, and hit Wukong from time to time, so light and weightless, it didn't hurt or itch.

"Hey, don't make trouble," Wukong grabbed the branches and leaves of the young sapling as a demon, scratched the tender green veins casually, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Hey little sapling, do you remember the two stone tablets at that time? No, it should be one , and a man in a red suit."

"What, what stele?" The little sapling pulled back the branches and leaves, and answered bluntly, "I don't remember."

It's a pity that the red leaves betrayed it without hesitation.

Wukong looked at it for a long time, then nodded.

"You tripped me on a horse party because I was drooling at the man in the red suit."

"Wow, no way." The little sapling stammered in denial, "I don't know why a man in a red suit engraved a letter for a man in a white suit. It was because you hated me so much that I tripped you up."

Wukong nodded knowingly: "You really remember."

The little sapling thought about what he said just now, the leaves were so red that they were about to bleed - the dead monkey only mentioned the man in red, but it kept talking about the man in white, and even carved words.

Monkeys are really annoying.

Worse than bugs.

The little sapling tensed up, determined not to talk to this annoying monkey again.

Wukong teased the little sapling for a while, and found that the little sapling really ignored him, so he climbed up the tree trunk, found a place to nest, and continued to practice the formulas before.

Although he doesn't know what the origin is, he still needs to practice the formulas and exercises.

If he could defeat Bodhi today, he would naturally be able to get those two swords back.

Wukong nestled in the tree and practiced with peace of mind.

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Next Chapter Follow the cloud 2333

Bodhi saw that the little monkey was so pitiful, so he gave him a cloud.

The little monkey flipped up, traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, and left the bodhi illusion with a whoosh.

then.

End.

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