[Journey to the West] Fighting the Holy Buddha is very leisurely

Hangzhou Yaohu Tea House opened its dusty door again, and Yumian took the released Rurui up the small steps in front of the door in a daze, feeling a little unreal.

It's just that the white dragon horse was missing, he was sent back by the ancestor long ago, this time, it was the ancestor Bodhi who sent her back.

Bodhi took his little apprentice and begged Yumian for a cup of tea to drink. The tables and chairs hadn't been wiped for a long time, and the dust was very serious. distracting thoughts.

Yumian sat next to the ancestor, not knowing what to say, but at this moment, the ancestor Bodhi raised his eyebrows, looked at him and asked, "Are you complaining?"

It seemed like a sentence without beginning or end, but Yumian understood it, she shook her head and said, "It's not my fault."

Bodhi smiled shallowly, beckoned to his apprentice, cupped his hands and said: "I still have to thank the princess for entertaining me, but I still have something to do with my apprentice, so let's leave it alone, we still owe it to you." For the princess, if something happens in the future, the princess will come to me."

"Ancestor Bodhi is very polite," Yumian returned a big gift, lowered his head and said, "Don't dare to bother the ancestor."

When she raised her head again, the people in front of her had disappeared, including the boy with the round face. If it weren't for the two cups of steaming tea, she really thought that no one had ever sat there.

Yumian let out a long breath, and fell heavily on the seat, Rurui helped her up, and said in a low voice, "Princess..."

"I know what you want to say, you think it's unfair, don't you?" Yumian smiled bitterly, "I didn't say that to perfuse the ancestor, I really feel too tired, and there are many things that I should not blame."

"We're right, aren't we..."

"Rui, I've been at ease for so long that I almost forgot who made the rules of the world, and the 'reason' you're talking about was also made by them," Yumian sighed, putting the two cups together. Put it away, "Buddhism is benevolent, Taoism is modest, they seem to be harmless, but they are still strong people that we cannot touch."

"Don't forget about this matter? The princess was coerced by the white dragon horse, and I was taken away. They don't need to explain anything to us?" Rurui still looked angry, probably because there was no one else around, she spoke At that time, he unabashedly expressed his dissatisfaction, "A group of bullying bastards!"

Yumian sighed and went away without answering. She put the two cups at the bottom of the counter and locked them with a small lock. She crushed the small brass-colored key and all the windows were smashed. The jade face was opened with mana at the same time, and the thin sunlight shone in. The dust stirred up in the store and the unfinished second floor made the whole store look extremely dilapidated. tone.

Rurui didn't shut up anymore, she has been with Yumian for so many years, she is still a little bit good at observing words and demeanor.

"Sun Wukong, Bailongma, Patriarch Bodhi, none of them have been here before. I'm just a little demon who runs a shop, and I don't want to provoke anyone." For too long, so long that I almost forgot the law of survival in the jungle, the tiger attacked the rabbit, and never needed to explain anything to the food under its mouth."

The best way is to get away from all this before getting too deep into the ground, stay away from the grievances of those people in the upper realm, and pretend that nothing happened.

It was never a game she could afford.

This morning came a little late, although the sun rose early, but there was always a cloud blocking it, the light was flickering and dimming strangely, until the cloud unknowingly dispersed, and the golden color was completely exposed When it came, people who got up early in the morning finally felt that the morning really came.

Wukong didn't want to get up so early today, not because he was lazy, but because what happened last night made him physically and mentally exhausted.

He was completely "disturbed" awake by a breath.

Even though time has passed, he still remembers this unique aura even if it is ground to ashes. It's like transmitting a sound into a secret. Although the aura can't speak, Wukong can still distinguish what he wants to express.

"Little monkey~ come and pick me up~"

Wukong was quite shocked, whether he was shocked by the sudden arrival of the master or felt at a loss because of the evil taste of the ancestor Bodhi who had not changed for so many years, in the end he jumped up directly from the stone bed.

There was cold sweat on his forehead, Wukong wiped it casually, stood up and stumbled out, he couldn't hear Qingjue's surprised cry, he just chased after that breath.

Wukong couldn't tell what Bodhi Patriarch meant to him.

In the beginning, he taught him everything from a stone monkey who didn't know anything to a Monkey King who shocked the world - this is not only the meaning of a master, besides teaching, the more important thing is to achieve .

72 changes, somersaulting clouds, always contain his somewhat arrogant personality, and even the name Monkey King was given by him.

Little monkey, you are the best apprentice I have ever taught.

Wukong felt that he would never be able to explain the meaning of Patriarch Bodhi to him. It was too deep and should not be called Master long ago. Tang Seng was more suitable for the title of "Master". Patriarch Bodhi should be "Father" .

Wukong did not have his parents, but what Bodhi did to him can only be described as a "father" of blood relatives.

The protruding rock on the top of the mountain, Qingjue Qingyan, sits there looking at the moon, Bodhi stands there, the corner of the white Taoist robe that has been washed yellow is slightly floating, and Wukong rushes there with a pale face, the goal is just like this scene.

"Master..."

Bodhi turned around, stroking his white beard with one hand, and casually placed the other hand by his side. Behind him were stacked green hills. He was standing on that boulder with an inscrutable smile on his face.

Wukong let out a heavy breath, but then rolled his eyes in an unsightly way: "Master, to be honest, how long have you been posing here?"

I have to admit that after witnessing everything, half of his excitement dissipated.

"Is this your attitude towards your ancestor?" Bodhi shook his head with a hurt face, "Sure enough, the little monkey is not as cute as before. Your ancestor's appearance is completely natural and cannot be copied."

"The corners of your clothes are clearly fluttering in four directions," Wukong pointed, "I know you like to create the feeling of a master descending to the world, but creating the wind makes it look fake."

Bodhi touched his nose in embarrassment, sighed, and jumped off the stone.

One of the master's bad tastes is that he is obviously a master but he insists on pretending to be a very low-end and artificial feeling. Wukong doesn't believe that he doesn't know, but the master is brave enough to persevere.

——Those who say that their master has an outstanding demeanor must have never seen a real person.

"Brother?" The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy happily jumped out from the side when Wukong was in a daze, but frowned obviously when he saw Wukong's human form, "Why did you become like this, your hair Woolen cloth?"

"Shu Si?" Wukong brought him to his eyes and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I followed the ancestor," the young man grinned, tiptoed to touch Wukong's short dark blonde hair, and muttered, "Although such a brother is very good-looking, I still like the hairy one..."

There are quite a few disciples under the old ancestor's seat, Wukong is, and so is Shu Siqi, who has a young face but is not too young - he only started three days later than Wukong.

The difference between Shu Siqi and other disciples is that he is the son of a friend of the ancestor in the human world. I don’t know what happened to that family. Shu Siqi was brought back by the ancestor and became an introductory disciple. Well, his bad taste is almost in the same strain as the ancestor.

Schuss is best at 72 transformations similar to Wukong and almost invisible stealth. Compared with offensive spells, he is not very proficient, but in fact, if someone can get close without anyone noticing body, the opponent is not far away from folding in his hands.

——This kind of ability is simply born for mischief.

Wukong only knew that when he was cultivating in the Three Star Cave of the Oblique Moon, Shu Siqi liked to turn into a beautiful woman in tulle to disturb the fellow practitioners who were cultivating, and then escaped by stealth after being exposed.I just don't know if he still has this bad habit now.

If Bai Longma was around, he would definitely share his history of blood and tears with his senior brother without hesitation—his naughty junior brother Shu Siqi has evolved into a sloppy old man who knocks people unconscious for no reason .

"You look very bad," Shizu dragged his robe and walked on the mountain road, followed by Shu Siqi who was bouncing around. He turned his head and glanced at Wukong's pale face, "You have no energy at all."

"Indeed," Wukong shrugged, "I lost all my mana. I ran into a six-eared macaque yesterday and got injured a little bit. There is another broken..."

"Array," Bodhi raised his eyebrows, "I know."

Wukong smiled, but did not speak.

"You know that I am not here to help you solve all the difficulties." Patriarch Bodhi turned his head and said, "This is your doom, not mine."

"……I know."

Ever since he received the breath of the ancestor, he never thought that the ancestor would help him solve everything.Just like somersaulting cloud was not caught by the ancestor and sent to him, it was tamed by himself.A qualified master never solves everything for the apprentice.

Wukong felt that if the situation wasn't too bad this time, he wouldn't be able to see the ancestor at all.

He didn't know how many years he had been a teacher, but when the ancestor sent him out of the mountain gate, the words left behind suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Little monkey, I have nothing to teach you, but in the future, you will come back to me."

Wukong silently wrote down that sentence, knocked his head three times towards the cave door, and when he got up, the legend began.

Over the years, all the halos have become old. Wukong had one or another ideal after leaving the cave. The Monkey King is one, and the immortality is also one. He became a fighting Buddha, and all ideals came to an end.

Because there is no better, no more suitable position for him.The words "fighting and defeating Buddha" are sometimes a hoop.

Staying in the Buddhist world and fighting against the Buddha in a boring way, sometimes he feels like a piece of charcoal. After glowing and glowing, he thought he had got a good result, but in the end he turned into a pile of fly ash.Never knowing what he should do, he lived a life that was repeated day after day, and he didn't even have a dream when he slept.

He had never been so desperate when he was crushed under Wuzhi Mountain. After all, he still had such a thought—he was still waiting for Tang Sanzang.

Fighting against Buddha passed like this year after year. He felt that sooner or later, bugs would crawl out of his rotten bones. Until that day, something happened to the golden cudgel and he lost all his mana.

Only heaven knows how excited he is.