Chapter 11 Bodhi Chi vomited blood
Bodhi stared with a pair of old eyes, his fingers flew, he pinched the magic formula, and began to deduce it carefully.
A month, a whole month.
This monkey plays around every day and has never practiced for even a quarter of an hour.
Bodhi's hand holding the cattail fan pointed at the monkey with a trembling finger:
"Wukong, my teacher would like to ask you, do you have the intention to practice?"
"Everything goes on, and the disciples dare not relax for a moment, and practice diligently every day."
"Okay, okay."
Bodhichi smiled: "Then tell me, why is there no cultivation at all in the whole body?"
Sun Wukong pretended to be stunned and scratched his furry monkey head:
"What? Master, didn't you teach me the seventy-two changes? I know it. I've practiced it. If you don't believe me, just take a look."
As he said that, he jumped up, submerged into the ground, exposed his head, and pretended to be proud:
"Master, how did I learn?"
"You..."
Bodhi felt like a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out.
There are such idiots in the world!
"Get out!"
He waved his cattail leaf fan violently, and Sun Wukong flew out upside down.
His hands trembled for a while, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and hurriedly ran the Heart-Cleaning Mantra.
After a long while, he opened his eyes and murmured:
"This monkey is my karma. He was sent down by heaven to mess with my mind... I must not let go of my anger..."
However, he had no cultivation skills, so how could he shoulder the important task of bringing Buddhism eastward?
Thinking of this, Bodhi took a deep breath: "That's all...Lingyun."
"The disciple is here."
"Go and call Wukong."
Not long after.
Wukong entered the Xianyue Sanxing Cave with an aggrieved look on his face, without saying a word, holding his neck, and not saluting.
Patriarch Bodhi suddenly laughed angrily: "Wukong, are you wronged?"
"No."
"How can you lie in front of your teacher?"
Sun Wukong was laughing so hard in his heart that he pretended to be aggrieved:
"Master, I feel wronged. I have mastered the seventy-two changes you taught me. Why are you hitting me?"
To such idiots, Bodhi doesn’t want to say more:
"Wukong, you have learned well, but why don't you practice the great immortal arts?"
"What? Great Immortal Art? No one taught me."
Bodhi was too lazy to bother with him and said:
"Wukong, the general outline of the seventy-two transformations is the great Immortal Art. You can practice it to become an immortal."
"Really?"
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, and he pretended to be surprised: "You can become an immortal, oh, master, is it true?"
"As a teacher, I can still deceive you like a hozen."
"Thank you, master. Thank you, master."
Sun Wukong bowed repeatedly: "I will go back to practice right away. I want to become an immortal."
Um? It seems that we are on the right track again... Bodhi felt relieved and nodded: "Go."
"Yes."
Sun Wukong turned around and ran away, looking impatient.
Bodhi suddenly felt something in his heart:
"Wait a minute, I'll teach you the formula, please recite it again."
"Master, you are taking the disciple exam, right? This is going to stump my grandson, huh."
Sun Wukong curled his lips with a look on his face:
"Heaven and earth have not been judged, and chaos is one. Tao produces one, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. All things carry yin and hold yang, and are in harmony with each other. Therefore, the Tao is formless and imageless, without beginning or end, and it moves around without stopping. Almost, I can be the mother of the world..."
Ancestor Bodhi's brows relaxed, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Throwing monkey, I finally didn’t forget it.
Not bad, not bad.
After Sun Wukong finished reciting the first paragraph, he suddenly stopped and his eyes rolled around.
After wandering around for a long time, he chuckled and said: "Master, can you give me some tips?"
What do you mean? Bodhi was startled, had he forgotten?
"Oh oh...I can't remember."
Sun Wukong wowed and started reciting again.
Bodhi looked relaxed and nodded, but the more he listened, the more something was wrong.
The monkey memorized the eighth paragraph, not the second paragraph.
After memorizing the eighth paragraph, I suddenly circled to the third paragraph.
The second half of the third paragraph becomes the first half of the fifth paragraph.
One skill has turned into a mess.
"You stubborn monkey..."
Ancestor Bodhi’s face was bloodshot and his whole body was trembling.
Sun Wukong was startled, then stepped forward and hugged him, crying:
"Master, what's wrong with you, Master, ah!!! Come in quickly, Master is going to die..."
As he spoke, he burst into tears, with snot and tears streaming down his face.
"Master, this disciple is unfilial. All the other brothers and fellow apprentices know it. I am here to mourn you, while I am walking my dog in the back mountain. This disciple is unfilial, ah..."
Bodhi suddenly waved his fan, and Sun Wukong flew out.
He quickly closed his eyes and recited the Qingxin Mantra. After half an hour, he let out a long breath.
"Lingyun."
Lingyun, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly said:
"Master, Wukong's wisdom is a little shallow, but he is a pure and filial person. Master, please do not blame Junior Wukong."
When Bodhi thought about it, it was true.
The way Wukong was crying just now was not just an act.
Besides, he is a stupid monkey and can't pretend.
Thinking of this, he felt warm in his heart, that's all:
"Lingyun, come closer."
When Lingyun came closer, he opened his lips lightly, recited the formula quickly, and asked after a quarter of an hour: "Do you remember it clearly?"
"Disciple remembers it."
"Okay, this method is the Thirty-six Transformations of Tiangang. Go and recite it to Wukong, and tell him to practice well. In addition, you need to supervise it every day and check it often."
"Yes."
After Lingyun left, Bodhi thought secretly, this monkey head is indeed the most filial, stupid filial, stupid filial.
In terms of filial piety and conduct alone, this boy is rare in the world.
No matter what, no matter what, I just relied on the master. Now I can travel to the west and achieve the Buddha's status, so it is not a loss to him.
In the future, if he encounters trouble, if I can help him, I will help him...
It's just that his wisdom is shallow, and he may not be able to do anything just by relying on the seventy-two changes of Earthly Evil.
He had to teach him the thirty-six changes of Tiangang.
……
Back mountain.
Lingyun recited the Thirty-Six Transformations of Tiangang three times and said, "Wukong, do you remember it clearly?"
"Thank you, senior brother. Junior brother, I have remembered it clearly. I have remembered it clearly."
Sun Wukong repeatedly handed over his hand.
"Then you are practicing well. I will check your homework tomorrow."
"Thank you, senior brother. Thank you, senior brother."
After Lingyun stepped on Xiangyun and walked away, Sun Wukong lay down on the bed and thought to himself that Bodhi must have gone crazy with anger. He was afraid that his state of mind would be damaged, so he asked Lingyun to come and teach on his behalf.
Now open the panel and take a look.
The thirty-six transformations of Tiangang have appeared in the magical power column.
After reading the exercises in detail, Sun Wukong couldn't help but sigh: "Awesome."
The Thirty-Six Transformations of Tiangang are divided into large and small changes, clone changes, looming changes, shape shifting, wall penetration, perspective, body fixation, etc.
There are also dozens of magical powers such as mediating nature, reversing yin and yang, calling for wind and rain, scattering beans to form soldiers, returning to heaven and returning to the sun, eliciting the soul, five thunders in the palm, flying sand and rocks, flying golden light across the ground, seven nail-headed arrows, etc.
In ancient times, the sage Nuwa used the magical power of 'Mediating Creation' in the Thirty-Six Transformations of Tiangang to create humans from clay, creating a lineage of human race.
(End of chapter)