[Journey to the West] Empty Enlightenment Bodhi

"I don't believe it. Didn't you ask me to come here to teach me the art of immortality?" The little monkey jumped down.

"No," Bodhi pursed his lips, "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not."

"Then I won't go anymore. You said that you let me enter this bodhi illusion to let me learn the seven emotions and six desires." The little monkey picked up the teapot at the side and poured himself a cup of tea, "but I haven't learned how to love you yet. How can the seven emotions and six desires be learned?"

Bodhi opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but was speechless, and could only compromise in the end.

The little monkey chuckled twice and stopped talking.

The decoration in Xieyue Sanxing Cave is very beautiful and elegant. There are even a lot of paintings and calligraphy hanging on both sides of the walls, some are simple calligraphy, some are portraits with inscriptions. Turning into the compartment, there is also a special study room with many tall cabinets. The bookcases are filled with different books up and down.

"Master, your place doesn't look like an old ancestor's cave, but rather an elegant residence for literati." The little monkey glanced across the portraits in the room, and finally stopped on a painting of figures, "Hey, disciple Ben I thought Master was a mature and prudent person, but unexpectedly, hehe, Master closed the door and secretly painted a self-portrait."

The background of the painting is a thatched hut, with a few branches and leaves protruding from the thatched hut. The green leaves are the size of a palm. Under the tree is a huge boulder. Large areas of blank space all show the size and weight of this stone.Rather than saying that the tree grows on the boulder, it is better to say that the thatched cottage, the sky, and even the whole world in this painting all grow on the rock.

The background is outlined with a few shallow strokes, not much ink, but not rough, even because of the simplicity of the brush, it gives people more imagination.

Different from the simplicity of the background, there is a man standing with his hands behind his back in front of the thatched hut. The man is dressed casually, but his overall style is leaked from every detail in the painting.

The man showed his side face, just a side face is enough to make people amazed.The slightly sharp chin, with a sharp arc, shows aloofness and meanness; but the flying eyebrows make people can't help approaching, just like the light and heat that radiate continuously, so that groups of moths can't help Fighting the fire, even though he knew there would be no consequences, he still approached him recklessly, and even willingly excused him after being burned, saying that it was not his temptation, but his own choice.

If he deducted [-] points for being mean and sharp, then his facial features and expression were enough for him to add [-] points.

If there really is a Creator in the world, then this person must be the Creator's most beloved darling.

"You like this painting very much?" Wukong fell into deep thought, and Bodhi suddenly spoke.

Wukong looked at the man in the painting in a daze, and said with a smile, "Of course, I like Master."

Bodhi smiled and said nothing.

"Master, you still look good in a red dress." Wukong lingered on the portrait, "Although this black dress suits you well, it is not as free and easy as that red dress."

Bodhi was stunned for a moment, with an expression of disbelief flashing across his face, and then he asked tentatively, "When have you seen me in red?"

"Ah," Wukong groaned, thought for a while, and said, "When I first came into contact with the stele, which was the two swords, I entered this scene, but it was a little different. A man in white."

Bodhi gave a "hmm" and explained, "That's Yuanshi Tianzun."

"Ah, I guessed it," Wukong thought for a while, and continued, "There was another time later, when your little Bodhi was growing up, and I entered that scene by mistake at that time. There is a man in white clothes, Yuanshi Tianzun, it is funny to say, Yuanshi Tianzun chased after you, Master, for weapons twice."

Bodhi smiled and thought, that's because he usually can't get in at other times.

In the silent study room, Wukong was finally willing to take back his lingering eyes on the portrait, and his eyes finally swung between the person in the painting and Bodhi: "Master, you are getting more crooked as you grow. I never expected that the plump Master is still so skinny."

Bodhi: "Do you think my drawing is too thin?"

"Yes, I have measured Master's figure, and one point too much is too much, and one point less is too little, no more, no less, at this time is just right." Wukong turned his head and looked at the portrait, as if suddenly enlightened, "Oh, Master Don't you think that you are as thin as a flying swallow as in the painting?"

"That's not true." Sitting down, Bodhi suddenly shook his head and smiled, overjoyed.

Wukong took a look at Bodhi, seeing that this person didn't have the barriers that suddenly appeared just now, he was relieved, and turned his head to continue studying the painting.

"How old was Master at that time?" Wukong gestured, and then muttered, "It's just that the gods are not good in this respect. Everyone looks the same when they are ten thousand years old and ten thousand years old. You can't tell the age at all. It's not Girl, why do you care about age so much?"

Bodhi turned to look at the portrait, thought for a while, and replied, "It's not that old. I wasn't a Lingbao Tianzun at that time. I just learned how to make weapons."

"Huh?" Wukong showed a surprised look, "Master, the master was born as Lingbao Tianzun?"

"Of course not." Bodhi laughed, "There is no one in this world who is born as a god."

"Huh?" Wukong was even more surprised, "Then Master will be able to refine weapons from birth?" Wukong was not angry when he was refuted, and asked in a low voice.

"No, you think of me as Yuanshi, who knows everything from birth," Bodhi said with a smile, "I learned it later."

Wukong showed a puzzled look: "Then why does Master want to learn weapon refining? I feel that Master doesn't like these things very much?"

"There's no reason," Bodhi put down the cup in his hand, looked at Wukong with a smile on his face, and with some nostalgia and memories, "The spirit treasure of Yuanshi Tianzun is always exchanged, it's too troublesome every time. Later, I thought, if I learned how to forge weapons, I wouldn’t have to worry about it so much. Then, I would become the God of Spirit Treasures, forging all spirit treasures for the world.”

The little monkey recalled when the man in red got along with the man in white, and thought, Yuanshi Tianzun was really annoying.

Little Monkey: "Then you will refine Lingbao specifically for Yuanshi Tianzun?"

Bodhi smiled suddenly: "That's not true, you little monkey, you are so forgetful at only a few years old, you have to forget, I just told you that the alchemy furnace of the old king in the sky was refined by me. Where is it?" It is to refine Lingbao specially for Yuanshi Tianzun." Bodhi paused, his tone was quite emotional, and he even breathed a long sigh of relief with a little sense of accomplishment, "But since then, Yuanshi's Lingbao has not Change it again."

Perhaps the atmosphere was a little dignified and a little sad, but the little monkey rolled his eyes and changed the subject.

"Master, you are so stingy," the little monkey laughed, "Look at the background, you are not a poor scholar in the market who can't afford a brush and ink, and you have to save a little for painting. If you The ink on the body is used on the nearby trees, huts, and stones, I am afraid that this painting will definitely sell for a good price."

"Who said this painting can't be sold for a good price?" Bodhi tapped the little monkey's head, "Just take a closer look."

Wukong looked intently, and saw that the original ordinary picture suddenly spun out of thin air, and after half a stick of incense, the picture changed to a man leaning on a tree.It was another stick of incense, and the scene changed again. This time, the little linden tree shook its branches, and the small green leaves were tickling the man's itch.

"I said you were very naughty when you were young, but Master, you still refuse to admit it." Wukong laughed, "Look, when you become naughty, you won't let yourself go."

Bodhi opened his mouth, wanted to say something, swallowed it back, and finally said with a smile: "Yeah, I was quite naughty when I was young."

Wukong stayed in Bodhi's room for a while, and stopped in front of a pair of words with a sound of "Hey".

Wukong looked at Bodhi, and then looked back at the portrait, with an increasingly curious look on his face.Bodhi followed his gaze and saw that it was just an ordinary calligraphy, bought on the road, and there was nothing special about it.

"What's wrong?" Bodhi asked him.

"No," Wukong shook his head, "I just think that Yuanshi Tianzun's departure will be a big blow to Master."

"Ah?" Bodhi looked blank, and thought, no, the blow wasn't that big at all. In fact, I'm quite happy that he died. Although I didn't do it, I actually wanted to kill him for a long time. "Why do you say that?"

Wukong pretended to be mature and prudent, and looked like he had gone through vicissitudes: "Master, I heard that some people's aesthetics will undergo earth-shaking changes after undergoing great changes. Don't quibble. It must be because Yuan Shi, who is like a brother to you, left, You can't bear this huge blow, so you bought such an ugly painting."

Bodhi was a little dazed looking at the words: "But is that a word?"

Wukong was heartbroken: "That would be even uglier. You see, I even mistakenly thought it was a painting."

Bodhi: ...Your standard is a bit strange.

"Wukong," Bodhi said earnestly, "You can't deny him just because you don't like him."

Wukong nodded, as if realizing something: "It makes sense, as long as I admit him because I like it, that's fine."

Bodhi: ...

I always feel that I am being teased by my apprentice all the time.

Heart hurts.

He is better than me in all emotions and desires.

The textbooks are given to you, and you can teach them.