Chapter 16: You are still wronged

Countless thoughts raced through my mind.

what for?

When did he show his accomplishments?
"Wukong, what the master said is, show your cultivation and your progress in the past year."

Sun Wukong looked dazed: "Master, didn't I reveal it? Did I recite it wrong?"

suddenly.

Patriarch Bodhi's face fell and his eyes shot out magical power.

At a glance, he felt turbid air swirling in his spiritual center and rushing to all the major acupoints in his body.

"evil creature!"

He shouted softly, and waved his palm-leaf fan violently, and Sun Wukong flew backwards.

"What a curse, what a curse."

Bodhi sat cross-legged tremblingly, and silently recited the Heart Purification Mantra. After two hours, he finally suppressed the turbid air.

Bodhi let out a long breath and thought carefully for a moment.

He glanced at the trembling Lingyun and cursed inwardly, saying that he was so stupid and as dull as that monkey.

"Come closer."

"Yes."

Bodhi opened his lips slightly, and a series of mantras rushed into Lingyun's mind.

After a moment, he asked, "Do you remember it?"

"Disciple remembers it."

"This method is called Somersault Cloud. Go and teach it to Wukong."

"Bang..."

The cave was closed, and Bodhi thought secretly, never mind, never mind, although that evil creature is dull, at least he doesn't cause any trouble.

Just let him stay in the mountains.

Seven years later, I will ask Laojun for a few golden pills so that he can enter the Taiyi Golden Fairyland.

But I must never see this evil creature again.

He actually regarded reciting mantras as practicing. He was as stupid as a pig.

If I see him a few more times, my mood will definitely be greatly damaged.

What a curse.

"Ancestor..."

Suddenly, a majestic and solemn voice was heard in the cave.

Patriarch Bodhi nodded solemnly: "World Honored One."

"Well, the pilgrim has just been killed by a tiger and has entered the third reincarnation. In another seven lives, he will be born in the East. What about the monkey?"

Although Tathagata and others can calculate the situation of Sun Wukong.

But it does take a lot of effort.

Bodhi shook his head and sighed, "How foolish! He actually regarded chanting sutras as spiritual practice. He recited the Great Heavenly Immortal Art and the Seventy-two Earthly Demon Transformations for a whole year. I am so angry."

Tathagata said "hmm", showing no sadness or joy, as if he was calculating.

After a long while, he finally spoke: "This monkey is the Spiritual Stone Monkey. The Spiritual Stone Monkey should be very intelligent. Why is it like this? But it pretends to deceive the ancestor."

"No, no."

Patriarch Bodhi waved his palm-leaf fan and said calmly:

"He is ignorant of the general situation, does not ask for the way of heaven, and is only seeking immortality. He practices diligently every day, and there is absolutely no deception or pretense."

"That monkey has no cultivation at all. I still need you to worry about this."

"It doesn't matter. I have already made plans."

"Amitabha……"

The solemn and majestic voice of Tathagata finally dissipated.

……

Back mountain.

In the cave.

Lingyun angrily asked, "Wukong, you have been reciting the Great Heavenly Immortal Art for a year?"

"Yes, I have been practicing hard for a year, why did Master beat me?"

Sun Wukong was laughing to death in his heart, but he pretended to be wronged and did not bow. He lay on the bed with his head buried in the quilt. Lingyun shook his head helplessly.

You might say he is not diligent, but he has been reciting scriptures for a whole year.

Say he works hard, but chanting sutras is of no use.

Seeing that Sun Wukong was feeling extremely aggrieved, he felt that this junior brother of his was both pitiful and annoying.

Never mind, Wukong is indeed a little dull, so I will give him more guidance.

"Wukong, get up! Master wants to teach you the Somersault Cloud."

"Not learn."

"No, Wukong, this somersault cloud can take you a great distance with just one somersault. You really don't want to learn it."

"No, no, no, never again."

"Oh, you... okay then."

Lingyun stretched out his hand and grabbed, and a piece of paper and pen appeared in his hand.

With a few swishes, he wrote the mantra of the somersault cloud on a piece of paper, then stepped on the auspicious cloud and flew towards the mountain ahead.

After entering the Three Stars Cave of the Slanting Moon, he bowed and said, "Master, Wukong is very aggrieved. He will not learn anymore."

Bodhi snorted.

Damn it, he still feels wronged.

Taking chanting as spiritual practice is as stupid as a pig.

"Forget it, forget it, if you don't want to learn, then don't learn."

Lingyun said: "Master, don't worry, I will step up my supervision from now on."

"No, you don't have to go either. As long as he doesn't cause trouble, just ignore him."

Lingyun was a little confused, but still bowed and said, "Yes."

……

Cold comes and summer comes.

Seven years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Sun Wukong rode on a peach tree and looked out at the beautiful scenery of the mountains.

suddenly.

The system prompt sounds.

[Host detected, seven consecutive years of failure, reward 8400 years of practice experience. ]

[The host is detected to be carrying...]

"Choose the Nine Revolutions Profound Art."

Return to the cave that night.

Sun Wukong lay on the bed, thinking secretly that he had to delay it as long as he could, one day at a time.

The longer you stay in jail, the lower your chances of going to jail.

It’s just strange that old Bodhi and Lingyun are ignoring me.

Six years and nothing happened. It's so strange.

After thinking for a while, he wanted to turn over and sleep, but he found that he couldn't turn over at all, even his fingers couldn't move, and he was shocked.

Just as I was about to shout, I felt my eyes go dark and I could not see anything.

Then, a stream of juice mixed with the aroma of plants and trees flowed into the mouth.

A big hand pressed on the chest, guiding the surging spiritual energy in the juice to flow through the acupoints all over the body.

Finally, they all returned to the spiritual platform.

Sun Wukong only felt that his spiritual platform was like a dark abyss filled with spiritual energy.

After a while, my whole body relaxed and I was able to move my fingers.

I opened my eyes, but the cave was empty.

The big yellow and the big black at the entrance of the cave were sleeping soundly, without any sound.

It must be Bodhi who took action.

Sun Wukong pondered and thought, I was wondering why he ignored me and didn't care about my progress in cultivation, it turns out he wanted to infuse me directly.

When the old guy made a move, I couldn't even move.

It seems that giving up is the right thing to do.

(End of this chapter)