Chapter 11 Bodhi is angry and vomits blood

Bodhi stared with a pair of old eyes, his fingers flying, pinching the magic formula, and deducing it carefully.

One month, a whole month.

This monkey plays around everywhere every day and has never practiced for even a quarter of an hour.

Bodhi pointed at the monkey with his trembling hand holding the palm-leaf fan:
"Wukong, let me ask you, are you serious about practicing?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I dare not slack off for a moment and practice diligently every day."

"Good good."

Bodhi laughed angrily: "Then tell me, why is there no cultivation at all in your body?"

Sun Wukong pretended to be stunned and scratched his hairy head:
"What? Master, didn't you teach me the 72 transformations? I can do it. I have practiced it. If you don't believe me, just take a look."

As he said this, he jumped up, dived into the soil, and exposed his head, pretending to be proud:

"Master, how am I doing?"

"you……"

Bodhi felt that a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out.

There are such stupid people in the world!
"go out!"

He swung his palm-leaf fan violently, and Sun Wukong flew backwards.

His hands trembled for a while, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and quickly chanted the Heart Cleansing Mantra.

After a long while, he opened his eyes and murmured:

"This monkey is my karma. He is sent down from heaven to mess up my mind... I must not let any anger creep in..."

However, since he had no cultivation at all, how could he take on the responsibility of spreading Buddhism to the East?

Thinking of this, Bodhi took a deep breath and said, "Forget it... Lingyun."

"The disciple is here."

"Go get Wukong."

Not long after.

Wukong entered the Three Stars Cave with a look of grievance on his face. He said nothing, stiffened his neck, and did not salute.

Patriarch Bodhi was so angry that he laughed: "Wukong, are you feeling wronged?"

"No."

"How can you lie in front of your teacher?"

Sun Wukong was laughing to death in his heart, but pretended to be aggrieved on the surface:

"Master, I feel wronged. You taught me the 72 transformations, and I have mastered them. Why did you hit me?"

Bodhi didn't want to say a word to this kind of idiot:

"Wukong, you have learned well, but why don't you practice the Great Heavenly Immortal Art?"

"What? Great Celestial Art? No one taught me."

Bodhi was too lazy to argue with him and said:
"Wukong, the general outline of the seventy-two transformations is the Great Heavenly Immortal Art. Practicing it can lead to enlightenment and immortality."

"is it?"

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up and he pretended to be surprised: "I can become an immortal. Oh, Master, is it true?"

"How can your teacher deceive a monkey like you?"

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master."

Sun Wukong bowed repeatedly and said: "I will go back and practice now. I want to become an immortal."

Hmm? It seems like we are back on the right track... Bodhi felt relieved and nodded: "Go ahead."

"Yes."

Sun Wukong turned and ran, looking impatient.

Bodhi suddenly had an idea:
"Wait a minute, recite the formula that your master taught you again."

"Master, you are testing your disciple, right? How can this stump me, Old Sun? Humph."

Sun Wukong curled his lips and looked smug:
"Before heaven and earth were separated, chaos was one. Tao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things. All things carry yin and embrace yang, and the collision of qi makes them harmonious. Therefore, Tao is formless and imageless, has no beginning and no end, and circulates without end. It can be the mother of the world..."

Patriarch Bodhi's brows relaxed and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

You naughty monkey, you finally didn’t forget.

so far so good.

After Sun Wukong finished reciting the first paragraph, he suddenly stopped and his eyes rolled around.

After turning around for a while, he chuckled and said, "Master, can you give me some tips?"

What do you mean? Bodhi was stunned. Forgot?

"Ohhhh...I can't remember."

Sun Wukong blabbered and blabbered and started reciting again.

Bodhi's expression relaxed and he nodded, but the more he listened, the more he felt something was not right.

The monkey was reciting the eighth paragraph, not the second paragraph.

After reciting the eighth paragraph, I suddenly came to the third paragraph.

The second half of the third paragraph becomes the first half of the fifth paragraph.

A set of exercises has become a mess.

"You naughty monkey..."

Patriarch Bodhi’s face became red and his whole body began to tremble.

Sun Wukong was startled, then he rushed forward and hugged him, crying:
"Master, what happened to you, Master, ah!!! Come in quickly, Master is dying..."

As he said this, he burst into tears, with snot and tears running down his face.

"Master, I am an unfilial disciple. All the other brothers know about this. They are here to mourn for you while I am walking the dog in the back hills. I am an unfilial disciple, ah..."

Bodhi waved his palm-leaf fan fiercely, and Sun Wukong flew backwards.

He quickly closed his eyes and chanted a heart-clearing mantra. Half an hour later, he let out a long breath.

"Spiritual Cloud."

Lingyun, who was waiting on the side, said hurriedly:
"Master, Wukong's wisdom is a little shallow, but he is a very pure and filial person. Master, please don't blame Junior Brother Wukong."

Bodhi thought about it and realized that it was true.

The way Wukong cried just now was not an act.

Besides, he is just a stupid monkey and he can’t pretend.

Thinking of this, his heart warmed up. That’s all.

"Lingyun, come closer."

When Lingyun approached, he opened his lips slightly and quickly chanted the formula. After a quarter of an hour, he asked, "Have you remembered it clearly?"

"Disciple remembers it."

"Okay, this method is the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang. You can recite it to Wukong and tell him to practice well. In addition, you need to supervise him every day and check on him often."

"Yes."

After Lingyun left, Bodhi secretly thought that this monkey was indeed very filial, foolishly filial, and foolishly filial.

In terms of filial piety and character, this child is rare in the world.

Whatever, whatever, since he is my master, it is not a waste for me to go to the West and attain Buddhahood.

In the future, if he encounters trouble, I will lend him a hand if I can help...

But his wisdom is shallow, and he can't do anything just by relying on his 72 Earthly Transformations.

He had no choice but to be taught the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang.

……

Back mountain.

Lingyun recited the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang three times and said, "Wukong, do you remember it clearly?"

"Thank you, Senior Brother. I remember it clearly. I remember it clearly."

Sun Wukong bowed repeatedly.

"Then you should practice well. I will check your homework tomorrow."

"Thank you, brother. Thank you, brother."

After Lingyun left on the auspicious cloud, Sun Wukong lay down on the bed, thinking secretly that Bodhi must be mad with anger. He was afraid that his state of mind would be damaged, so he asked Lingyun to come and teach on his behalf.

I opened the panel and took a look.

The Thirty-Six Transformations of Tiangang have already appeared in the supernatural power column.

After carefully reading the technique, Sun Wukong couldn't help but exclaim, "Awesome."

The thirty-six changes of Tiangang are divided into changes in size, changes in clones, changes in appearance and disappearance, changes in position, wall-passing, perspective, immobilization and other techniques.

There are also dozens of magical powers such as mediating creation, reversing yin and yang, calling the wind and rain, turning beans into soldiers, returning the sky to the sun, guiding out the primordial spirit, holding five thunders in the hands, flying sand and rocks, shining golden light on the ground, and firing seven arrows.

In ancient times, the sage Nuwa used the magical power of "mediating creation" among the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Celestial Being to shape humans out of clay and created the human race.

(End of this chapter)