Chapter 13 Do you use chanting as a spiritual practice?
"Thank you, senior brother. Thank you, senior brother. I have memorized it all. I understand it. I understand it all."
Sun Wukong smiled and nodded repeatedly.
Do you understand?
Lingyun's heart was spinning, he nodded slightly and sat cross-legged on the ground.
"Senior brother, I will practice with you."
"Thank you, senior brother."
Lingyun didn't want to accompany him.
However, Sun Wukong showed too dull aptitude from the beginning of listening to the scriptures.
He wanted to keep an eye on him so that Wukong wouldn't make another mistake and become so angry that he would become Bodhi.
……
outside the cave.
It's bright.
After one night, Lingyun got up and saw that Wukong was working very hard and was still practicing.
He nodded with satisfaction and walked out of the cave quietly.
‘Bah…’
As soon as he stepped on the auspicious clouds and left, Sun Wukong's mouth "chirped" and a slight purr sounded.
If it is badly displayed, it will naturally not be able to practice cultivation.
He slept a full night.
……
Lingyun returned to Xianyue Sanxing Cave.
After reporting what happened last night, Bodhi had a calm smile on his face and nodded.
"You can teach me, so go ahead."
"Yes."
As soon as Lingyun left, he immediately stood up from his cross-legged position, his fingers flying, and he started to twist the magic formula.
After a quick calculation, he saw Sun Wukong sitting cross-legged on the bed, still working hard, and the smile on his face couldn't help but get bigger.
"Okay, okay, finally on the right path, but this hozen has dull qualifications. I don't know if he can step into the Taiyi Golden Fairyland in seven years."
Most of the immortals with names and surnames in the sky are Taiyi Jinxian.
Marshal Tianpeng, King Tota and others, and even Daluo Jinxian.
Better than Taishang Laojun, he is a quasi-sage.
Not as powerful as Taiyi Golden Immortal. A more powerful general can take it down.
On the ground, there are some big demons, such as the Bull Demon King, who all have the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal.
The Peng Demon King and others at the foot of Lingshan Mountain even have the cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian.
Without Taiyi Jinxian's cultivation, he could be beaten to death with just one stick.
So, how to travel west?
Bodhi made some calculations and nodded slightly.
"Although this hozen's talent is a bit lacking, it will take one year to enter the elementary human fairyland without any problem."
He muttered, nodded with satisfaction, and ordered: "Lingyun."
"The disciple is here."
"As a teacher, I have to stay in seclusion for a year. Wukong's practice cannot be relaxed."
Sun Wukong pretended to be stupid, causing his mood to be damaged twice.
Although it has been repaired, it still needs to be stabilized.
……
The cold is gone and spring is coming.
A year has passed in the blink of an eye.
Bodhi opened his eyes and stretched his arms.
"It's been a year, and it's time for the monkey to enter the fairyland."
He muttered and spoke slowly: "Lingyun..."
‘Bang. ’
The door opened, Lingyun quickly walked into the cave, cupped his hands and said: "Master."
"Well, can Wukong improve?"
"Sir, Junior Brother Wukong is practicing hard every day, and his desire to seek immortality and immortality is extremely strong."
Okay, okay, Bodhi suddenly felt happy, and he was on the right path.
The powerful forces of all parties have been clearly deduced.
With a monkey head, how could he jump out of the general trend of Journey to the West?
At this time, he must have entered the realm of human immortals, followed by earth immortals, heavenly immortals, true immortals, golden immortals, Taiyi loose immortals, and Taiyi golden immortals.
A big realm every year.
Seven years later, when he came down the mountain, he happened to be Taiyi Jinxian.
Okay, okay, finally nothing went wrong.
"Lingyun, call Wukong here. As a teacher, I want to test his cultivation in person."
"Yes."......
Back mountain.
After Sun Wukong was full of meat, he sat on the bed, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and pretended to work hard.
suddenly.
The system's mechanical prompt sounded.
[The host is detected and left rotten for one year, and 1,200 years of practice experience are rewarded. 】
[It is detected that the host possesses the Nine Transformation Mysterious Skills, the Great Heavenly Immortal Art, the Golden Eyes of Destruction, the Thirty-six Transformations of Tiangang, and the Seventy-two Transformations of Earthly Evil. The host can choose one of them. 】
Sun Wukong secretly thought, the great Immortal Art and the Seventy-two Transformations of Earthly Evil are not top-notch techniques, so give up.
Although the PoWu Golden Eye is powerful, it is easy to be discovered when it is used.
It is better to stay at the introductory stage.
Thirty-six transformations of Tiangang, temporarily useless, give up.
Or the Nine Transformations Mysterious Skill.
"Wukong! Wukong!" Outside the cave, Lingyun's cry echoed in the sky.
Sun Wukong walked out of the cave, smiled and said, "What's the matter, brother?"
"The master asked you to personally test your entrance."
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, OK, it's time to get rewards.
"Come up here and I'll take you with me."
"Thank you so much, senior brother." Sun Wukong said the ceremony with even more respect.
Lingyun nodded happily, "It's worth my year's hard work. Junior Brother Wukong has practiced hard for a year, and even the etiquette has become more respectful."
Master will definitely be happy to see you.
Now we set foot on the auspicious clouds, fly up Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, and arrive at the entrance of Xianyue Sanxing Cave.
"Master, Wukong is here."
Bang...
The cave door opened automatically and slowly when there was no wind.
With a warm smile on his face, Bodhi waved his cattail leaf fan: "Come, come, come..."
"Yes."
When Sun Wukong saw this, he laughed secretly.
Just laugh, laugh, I will make you cry in a while.
‘Plop…’
He knelt down on the ground, pretending to burst into tears with gratitude, and bang, bang, bang, three times.
"Okay, okay." Bodhi smiled leisurely: "Wukong, I would like to ask you, my teacher, have you achieved any useful results in the past year?"
"Yes, yes, hehe, my disciple works hard every day and doesn't dare to slack off. He just wants to become an immortal quickly, but..."
"Just what?"
Sun Wukong pretended to be aggrieved, pursed his lips and said: "It's just that I haven't seen the master for a year, and I miss him very much."
Bodhi suddenly felt warm in his heart.
Although this hozen has little intelligence, he is a filial child.
"Good boy, show me your cultivation and give me a lesson."
"Yes."
Sun Wukong coughed and recited loudly:
"Heaven and earth have not yet been judged, and chaos is one. Tao gives birth to one, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things. All things carry yin and hold yang, and the energy is in harmony. Therefore, the Tao is formless and imageless, without beginning or end, and it moves around without Almost, I can be the mother of the world..."
He finished reciting the great Immortal Art in one breath.
Bodhi became more and more satisfied, with a loving smile covering his entire face.
"Good boy, you recite very well, show your cultivation."
Sun Wukong pretended to be confused and scratched his furry monkey head: "Master, didn't I show it before?"
The smile on Patriarch Bodhi's face suddenly froze.
Countless thoughts started spinning rapidly.
What do you mean?
When will he reveal his cultivation?
"Wukong, what my teacher said is, show your cultivation, show your progress over the past year."
Sun Wukong looked dull: "Master, didn't I reveal it? Did my disciple recite it wrongly?"
suddenly.
Ancestor Bodhi's face fell, and his eyes shot out magical powers.
As soon as he took a look, he felt that the turbid air was rolling at the spiritual platform and rushing towards all the major acupoints around his body.
"Obstacle!"
He shouted softly and waved his cattail leaf fan violently, and Sun Wukong flew backwards.
"Obstacle, evil obstacle."
Bodhi trembled and sat up cross-legged, and hurriedly recited the Pure Heart Mantra silently. After two hours, he finally suppressed the turbid air.
(End of chapter)