[Journey to the West] Empty Enlightenment Bodhi

"When did I ever love you?" Bodhi brushed off the little monkey's furry tail, "You little monkey, you are so shameless."

The little monkey poked his head: "Master, don't quibble, your face is blushing. You see," the little monkey's tail wrapped around Bodhi's arm again, "You name me Wukong. There is a saying in Buddhism, Bodhi is not a tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where is the dust. This sentence means that Bodhi is nothing, isn’t it empty? The word Wukong is shining brightly, Master You're still quibbling."

Bodhi pinched the little monkey's tail again and moved it away: "I didn't say that, it's all your own speculation."

The little monkey thought for a while, and then continued confidently: "Look, every ray of your soul loves me so much, the love of love is alive, and if you take the thunder for me, you must love me more. "

This time, Bodhi directly grabbed the little monkey by the back of the neck and lifted him down.

"I won't teach you the ability to refine magic weapons, but I still have a set of changing formulas here. Do you want to learn it or not?"

The little monkey was lifted off and tried to grab Bodhi's waist again and jump up.

Bodhi held the little monkey's paw and tightened his belt by the way: "Go down, I won't mess around with you."

The little monkey quit. He lay down on the ground, rolled his big golden eyes, and howled dryly, "You don't love me anymore, and you don't even let me touch your belt."

Patriarch Bodhi: ...

"Do you still want to hear the formula?"

"Listen!" The little monkey blinked and looked at him, "What formula."

"The mantra of the art of transformation," said Patriarch Bodhi, "Tiangang has 36 transformations, and Earth Sha has 72 transformations."

"Then I won't learn it, I won't learn it," the little monkey rolled on the ground again, yelling, "Master, don't lie to me, there is no formula for changing, it's all rotten. Just the formula you gave me In fact, there are 230 types of transformation techniques, and I have read them all. This deal is not worth it, the formula for refining magic weapons is so precious, and this transformation technique is so cheap, I will not do it, I will not do it.”

"This is not an ordinary technique of transformation. This technique implies the technique of changing the world. If you learn it, you can turn a human into a dog, a bird into a beast, and no one in the world can see through you. What's more, this kind of technique is even more difficult. There is a method of upgrading. The first level of this method is to change the body; the second level is to change the external objects; the third level is to transform the heaven and the earth, summon the wind and clouds, and summon the thunder, wouldn't it be great?"

The little monkey stopped, thought for a moment, then nodded, jumped up from the ground, and patted the dirt on his body: "Then I will learn, I will learn!"

"This formula has 36 changes in Tiangang and 72 changes in Earth Sha. Which one do you want to learn?" Bodhi pretended to be profound.

The little monkey blinked and counted for a long time with his fingers: "36, 37, 38, ... 72, 73... Disha! Disha! I will learn from Disha!"

Bodhi smiled and knocked on the little monkey's head: "Little Pomonkey, how can anyone choose exercises according to the number of changes? Isn't Tiangang stronger than Disha?"

"Hey," the little monkey touched the top of his head, "Teacher, father, you don't know about this. The word for Tao always leads to the same goal. Whether I choose Tiangang or Disha today, I will always use it when I get the Tao." It’s the same, so why don’t I follow my own mind and choose a 72, with many changes?”

"Forget it, forget it," Bodhi Patriarch sighed, "Although the 72 change is an earth evil, it is derived from the 36 change, and there is not much difference. Since you are willing to learn, I will give you this formula now. You And go back to practice."

"Don't go back, don't go back," the little monkey yelled, "You were so naughty when you were a child. I meditated cross-legged, and it would scratch me with leaves; , it has to stretch out a branch to stretch me behind - it's so annoying."

Bodhi thought about what he looked like when he was a child, but he couldn't remember that much for a while.

Were you naughty as a child?

"No," Bodhi vaguely remembered, "I remember that I was very obedient when I was a child. Is it because you are too naughty and keep recruiting him?"

"Then I won't go back." The little monkey simply sat down on the ground, "When it grows up, the master will bury the disciple again, saying that it is all the fault of the disciple for its indecent appearance, so where should I go to reason? Don't go back, don't go back."

Bodhi: ...

As expected, the little monkey did not go back that night, so it was not difficult to take care of him. He just found a place to lie down in the Sanxing Cave of Xieyue, and just made do for one night.

Before dawn the next day, the little monkey got up from the bed, and ran into the small forest outside the three-star cave of the oblique moon wearing the stars and wearing the moon, to refer to the 72 changes he just got.

So, in the three-star cave on the oblique moon in the early morning, Patriarch Bodhi heard a very strange cock crowing.

Patriarch Bodhi: ...

Covering his ears irritably, Patriarch Bodhi turned over on the bed, and suddenly began to regret his actions - he both regretted letting this scourge stay in the Three Star Cave, and

I regret that I taught him the 72 changes so early.

The chickens in the forest are still stretching their necks and barking vigorously. Their voices are hoarse, and they are still crowing dutifully. I can't breathe.

"Who is doing such a crime, living in this star-clad forest, and stealing chickens from other people's homes? They are all monsters, so they can't accumulate virtue for their own people and leave a way for them to survive?" a group of disciples yelled. He walked past the entrance of Samsung Cave, and seemed very dissatisfied with the monster.After being scolded by names like this, they were still disgusted in groups. The house in Pixinglin was dissatisfied, and a man poked his head out to complain for the monster brothers who lived here, "Huang Shulang, can you calm down?" Son, didn’t you raise thirty chickens by yourself a few years ago, why did you steal other people’s chickens!”

"Who stole the chicken!" Huang Shulang, who was called out, quit, and poked his head out of a side window, "I'm sleeping here! It's sunny, who stole the chicken."

Patriarch Bodhi: ...

Why did Shi Zhi, an unlucky boy, place so many unreliable disciples around his Three Star Cave?

The inspecting disciples quickly found the origin of the crowing of the cock. A little chicken was standing on the stone, its claws were tightly grasping the edge of the stone, the comb on its head was dangling, and its eyes were wandering around the group. Patrol the disciples in circles.

"Whose brat are you, we will send you back," the leading disciple asked.

"Chirp."

The leading disciple frowned: "Don't be someone who is born unable to activate the consciousness, so there is no way to communicate at all."

"Boss, could it be the chick that was raised by the weasel?" A middle-aged man suggested, "Maybe it is an ordinary chicken in the market, not the child of our chicken demon here."

A woman echoed: "Yes, we patrol here every day, and we have never seen any chicken monster give birth to a newborn chicken. Maybe it is a cub raised by a weasel. Let's send him back later, anyway, it's ordinary. Little Chick doesn't have divine consciousness either, so he won't be able to cultivate in this lifetime."

The leading disciple concentrated on looking at Xiaojizai, looking at each other, looking at each other, his eyes met, he was extremely focused, and didn't express his opinion for a while.

"Hey, head, look, his eyes are gold!"

"Chirp Chirp." Chick Zai straightened his chubby belly, took a step forward proudly, and fell off the rock with a snap.

Crowd: ...

So stupid, it must not be our own chicken.

The leading disciple raised his head and gave an order: "You guys go around and ask, whose chicken demon has lost a little golden-eyed reed chicken; you three, go ask the weasel, he Have you lost the chicken recently, or have you bred the chicken? You two, go to Daogu, please come over quickly; the rest, stay here with me to guard the chicken, don’t let it Ran."

The remaining thirty people looked at each other.

"Boss, even if this chicken is guarded, it doesn't take thirty people, does it?"

"That's right, boss, such a small chicken, even if you let him run, where can he go?"

……

The leader remained silent and walked around the entire team, and the chattering thirty people immediately quieted down.

The little chick opened its mouth, its fur was blown up, its wings fluttered non-stop, and it kept yelling: "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp."

"I suspect," the leader kept his eyes on the little chicken, "this is an undercover agent sneaked in by Tianting, because it is not a chicken at all."

"Not a chicken? Then what is he?"

The crowd shouted again, "Boss, I see that this is an ordinary little chick, or a rotten high-street guy with no consciousness, where did you see his original form? Quickly teach me!" us!"

The leader shook his head: "I didn't see it. To be honest, I can't see what his true form is. If I saw it, I wouldn't send you to call the owner of the valley. I just have a hunch that this is not a small Chicken."

The chicken's fried hair was pulled back again, and it once again puffed out its small chest, very proud of itself.

Shi Zhi came here on a cloud in a short time. She has been in charge of the security work here, so she just heard that a suspicious person was found here, and rushed over immediately.

Shi Zhi and Xiao Jizai looked at each other for a moment, then silently raised their heads.

"Is this the suspicious person you mentioned?"