Chapter 7 My old Sun learns fortune-telling
Dojo.
A group of disciples were sitting cross-legged on the futon, looking at each other with astonishment on their faces.
"Wukong, stop laughing."
"Wukong, please shut up," the corporal asked, laughing.
Everyone reminded them, and some disciples whispered: "Wukong misunderstood. I asked him why he laughed and danced that day. It turns out that he misunderstood."
"No wonder the master is so angry that he misunderstood such a simple statement."
"Hey, it's a good thing that the master didn't come, otherwise I would have been angry to death."
"How many times has Wukong listened to the sutra? I remember that he was either sleeping or listening to the wrong words. He was not studying hard enough."
"Yeah, it's too hard."
Lingyun saw that he couldn't even remember a few verses of the sutra, and thought to himself: Wukong didn't work hard enough, no wonder the master was angry.
He pointed to the futon closest to the high platform in the middle: "Wukong, don't go to the corner. This is the seat reserved for you by the brothers. Sit down quickly."
"Oh, thank you very much."
Sun Wukong secretly smiled in his heart, pretending to be surprised, and repeatedly handed over to everyone.
‘Dang Dang Dang...’
The chime stone rang three times, and Patriarch Bodhi floated over.
After sitting down, he shook his cattail leaf fan and showed a peaceful smile.
After a long silence, he said calmly, "Wukong."
"Master."
"Well, you..."
Bodhi originally wanted to ask him how many years he had been in the mountain, and to use this to teach him magical powers.
But then I thought, this monkey is too stupid, who knows how many years.
He immediately changed his words and said: "You have been wandering on the sea for eight years, sweeping the floor for seven years, and dusting for seven years. If you count carefully, it has been twenty-two summers and winters.
My teacher observes that your mind has been determined. Tell me what Taoist techniques you want to learn? ”
What!
Everyone looked stunned.
Lingyun, who was fanning Bodhi, trembled in his hand and almost dropped the fan to the ground.
Master is confused!
Wukong... He drinks, eats meat, walks his dog every day, and laughs wildly while listening to sutras. Is this called a determined character?
For a moment, dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong was also a little confused.
No, no.
You should listen to the sutras for seven years before learning supernatural powers.
This old man, why don't you follow the routine?
What does he mean, he wants to send me away in advance?
"Uh... haha, but according to the master's teachings, as long as there is some Taoism, the disciple will learn."
The plan went very smoothly.
Bodhi smiled and said "Hmm", pretended to think, and smiled silently for a while: "How about I teach you how to seek divination from immortals and ward off evil spirits and avoid evil?"
When the routine came, Sun Wukong laughed secretly: "Master, can you live forever like this?"
Bodhi chuckled: "No, no, no."
But I thought in my heart: The stubborn monkey will continue to ask quickly, wait until I teach him the seventy-two transformations of the earth evil spirits, and somersault clouds, and then I will blast him down the mountain when I'm done.
Sun Wukong pretended to think, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "I will learn, I will learn, thank you, master."
Uh... No, Bodhi was slightly startled.
Why doesn't this monkey play his cards according to the routine?
Absolutely stupid.
If you can’t live forever, what can you learn?
Learn how to seek divination from immortals, how to slay demons, how to travel west?
What a loser, I'm so angry.
After calming down for a while, Bodhi asked again: "Don't you want to live forever?"
Sun Wukong smiled secretly in his heart and said:
"As a living being, I want to become an immortal. When I am born on earth, I want to go to heaven. If I only want to become an immortal, wouldn't I be greedy? The disciple will no longer seek immortality or immortality. As long as the master teaches the disciple some skills, the disciple will benefit from them. Infinite.”
Bodhi was stunned for a moment and found that he was speechless.
Even though he has been practicing Taoism for thousands of years, he has never heard anyone use greed to describe becoming an immortal.
Immortality, shouldn't this be the dream that all living beings pursue tirelessly?
"Well...it makes some sense"
Bodhi nodded, suddenly an idea flashed, his fingers flew and started to pinch quickly.
After calculating for a long time, I became more and more confused. This monkey has not changed at all, and neither has the general trend of Journey to the West.
What's going on?
Could it be that this demon monkey's character has changed drastically?
He made further calculations and found that the monkey had not had any contact with anyone other than drinking, eating meat and walking dogs.
But why did his character change?
I can't say that I want him to learn some magical powers.
These are the rules and regulations that have been set, so we can just teach him everything in one go and kick him out.
Thinking of this, Bodhi took a breath, stabilized his mind, and said slowly:
"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. My teacher can also teach you to recite Buddha's words, chant sutras, and make pilgrimages to the Holy Spirit. He can also teach you to meditate and meditate, and to observe the precepts and fast. He can also teach you to fly through the clouds and mist, subdue demons and demons, and think carefully about what you want in the end. What to learn?”
Good guy, have you changed your routine? Directly bringing out Soaring Clouds and Riding the Mist, Subduing Demons and Killing Demons, Sun Wukong pondered for a moment and then raised his hand:
"Master, whatever you teach, your disciples will learn."
Suddenly, Patriarch Bodhi stretched out his hand to grab it, and there was a ruler in his hand, and he shouted softly:
"You hozen, you want to learn this and that, so I can give you a taste of the power of the ruler."
After that, he hit Sun Wukong three times on the back of the head, snorted coldly, and drifted away.
Sun Wukong rubbed his head and thought, Damn, old guy, he wants me to go find him in the middle of the night.
Teach me your magical powers. After you finish learning, it’s time to send me down the mountain.
Isn’t that right? Journey to the West has been advanced?
"Wukong."
Lingyun grabbed Sun Wukong who was about to leave: "Do you know what the master means by knocking you three times?"
Good guy, this is a clear sign.
Just because I didn't know, a docent was sent.
Sun Wukong thought for a moment and said with a smile: "I know, I know. Isn't it stupid to not even know this?"
"Okay, okay, it's good to know."
After the two of them said goodbye, Lingyun quickly came to the Xie Yue Sanxing Cave: "Master, Wukong knows."
Bodhi was still a little worried: "Do you really know?"
"I asked and he said he knew."
"Okay, okay, let's go."
Bodhi was leaning on the bed with her bare feet and bare chest, fanning herself with a cattail leaf fan, and her eyes were full of smiles.
Throwing monkey, throwing monkey, I will bear with him for a few more days.
After teaching him the seventy-two transformations of the earth evil spirits and somersault clouds, he was immediately sent away.
If he is allowed to stay any longer, this saint's state of mind will definitely be damaged again.
……
That night.
The moon and stars are sparse, and everything is silent.
Bodhi sat cross-legged on the bed and waited until midnight, but there was still no one there.
After counting with his fingers, his eyes widened in anger. Sun Wukong was sleeping soundly...
"This bastard! He is so stupid. Do you know this is what he said? Bastard, bastard..."
"Wukong...Wukong..."
He opened his lips lightly, and his voice rang in Sun Wukong's ears at the back: "Wukong, do you really understand? Wukong...Wukong..."
Hearing the cry in his ear, Sun Wukong almost laughed out loud. This old man must have been waiting for half the night.
Now I continue to pretend to be asleep, snoring...
"Wukong...Wukong..."
Patriarch Bodhi used his magical power and continued to shout in his ear.
"Huhu..."
"Evil beast!"
Seeing that he was still awake, Bodhi angrily threw away his cattail leaf fan: "Lingyun, Lingyun..."
"Master."
Outside the door, Ling Yun's voice sounded.
"Come in."
"Yes."
Patriarch Bodhi slowly closed his eyes, "Let me ask you, did you explain it clearly to Wukong during the day?"
"That's not true. He said he understood, but the disciple didn't say anything."
Lingyun said, his voice suddenly rising: "Hey, where is Wukong, is he gone?"
(End of chapter)