Chapter 2 It seems I still have to be tough...

"Escape into chaos to conceal the secrets of heaven."

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up.

In this world, even immortals can deduce the secrets of heaven.

Quasi-saints like Bodhi Patriarch, Taishang Laojun, and Tathagata Buddha.

No matter what happens between heaven and earth, it cannot escape their deduction.

With this BUFF, you can avoid their deduction.

"This way, the chances of escaping from the Five Fingers Mountain Prison will be even greater."

Sun Wukong muttered to himself, picked up the peach and took a bite.

"Woo..."

In an instant, I felt juice overflowing and my mouth was full of fragrance. The spiritual energy instantly filled my mouth and rushed to the spiritual platform.

After eating a peach in two or three bites, Sun Wukong wiped his mouth unsatisfied and opened the panel.

【Host: Sun Wukong】

【Lifespan: 303】

【Root bone; Ancient Demon Ape】

【Cultivation; None】

[Magic power; none]

【Magic weapon; none】

"One peach can add 200 years to your life. This one is rotten, so I have to throw it away."

The scenery at the back of the mountain is pleasant, with fairy mist lingering, springs gurgling, and cranes hovering around, creating a fairy-like atmosphere.

Sun Wukong decided not to set up the activity in the afternoon. He strolled in the mountains for a long time and finally found a cave at the back of Fangcun Mountain. He simply fetched some clean water and cleaned the cave.

The next morning, I went down the mountain to buy a wooden bed, bedding, pots and pans.

So he settled down in the cave with peace of mind.

Time flies.

More than twenty days passed in the blink of an eye.

Every day he either lay in bed or wandered in the mountains, and he lived a happy life.

If you perform poorly every day, the system will reward you with a fifty-year-old peach.

He ate them all, and planted the remaining peach pits at the entrance of the cave and poured a bucket of spring water over them.

One day, he opened the panel and couldn't help but sigh, "The effect of the peaches is getting worse and worse."

After eating more than twenty peaches, his life span reached eight hundred years.

But eating one now will only increase your lifespan by a dozen years.

"After eating peaches every day for fifty years, my body seems to have developed...drug resistance."

Sun Wukong lay in bed, thinking to himself: "Why do you give me peaches every day as a reward, but not something else?

Or is it that I swung it too lightly or for too short a time?

Looks like I have to put up a lot of effort..."

……

Oblique Moon Samsung Cave.

on the bed.

Patriarch Bodhi had his chest exposed, and his long snow-white hair was casually draped.

Hold the fan in your hand and wave it gently.

"Lingyun, the last time I gave a lecture, Wukong was not there. Where is he now?"

The Taoist boy who was waiting beside him bowed and said:
"Master, I heard that he has been living in the cave in the back mountain for more than 20 days. I will not go to the cave to ask how he is doing."

In ancient times, the Western teachings taught the saint Cundi to achieve sainthood and cut off the three corpses.

Patriarch Bodhi is his good corpse, a quasi-saint.

Sun Wukong was related to the spread of Buddhism to the East and the rise of Western religions.

He paid close attention to the monkey's every move, so he naturally knew that he was in the back mountain.

It's just that there's something strange about him.

This monkey's heart towards the Tao is pure and vigorous.

Sweep the floor and dust every day.

How come you don’t come after listening to the sutras for a whole day?

The Journey to the West is of great importance and there must not be any changes.

We need to awaken his desire for the Tao.

"You go to the back mountain... and it's like this... do you understand?" said Patriarch Bodhi.

"Master, your intentions are good. I will obey your orders."

……

Back mountain.

The sun rises high.

After eating his fill of peaches, Sun Wukong crawled into bed. After a short while, he and Zhou Gong were having a passionate time together and were falling into a sound sleep.

In my dream, I suddenly heard someone outside the cave shouting: "Good!!!" "Good!!!"

"Brother Lingyun has great means."

"Great! What magical power did Senior Brother Lingyun cultivate? Can you teach me?"

"Okay."

What the hell?

Sun Wukong was half asleep. He rubbed his eyes and sat up.

Are you sick? There is no one in the back mountain all year round. Why are they running to the back mountain?

Lingyun...Isn’t he the personal Taoist disciple of Patriarch Bodhi?

"It's very likely that he was sent here by Patriarch Bodhi. His purpose, of course, is to give me some encouragement."

After thinking about this childish CPU method for a moment, Sun Wukong turned over and covered his head with the quilt.

Go ahead and act, Lingyun, you will be the best actor in the future.

Anyway, I won't go out, and no one can stop me from playing badly.

Suddenly, someone outside the cave shouted again: "Wukong! Wukong, come out and take a look."

"Goku!"

"come out faster."

Damn it! Sun Wukong lifted the quilt and revealed his head, speechless:

"No one else knows that I live in the back hills, and you still say it's not acting?"

There was no way to avoid it, so he simply stood up, picked up a peach and took a bite.

When I walked to the cave entrance, I saw Lingyun kicking and punching on the open space outside the cave, having a lot of fun, and he would glance at the cave entrance from time to time.

Seeing Sun Wukong coming out, he tiptoed, jumped three feet high, and landed lightly on a thin branch. The branch swayed in the wind, and a faint otherworldly aura emanated from his whole body.

You need to use mana to show off in two or three steps.
How sick is this?

Sun Wukong took a bite of the peach, pretended to be bored, and sat down at the entrance of the cave, leaning against the stone wall.

In front of the Xieyue Sanxing Cave, there is such a large training ground.

They don't practice, but instead go to the corners of the back mountain to practice. Either they are sick or they have other intentions.

"Do you know what kind of skill this is?"

Lingyun glanced at Wukong and looked smug.

The disciples under the tree shook their heads and said, "I don't know. Please teach me, Senior Brother."

"This is the minor Taiyi Profound Art. If you practice it every day, you can enter the wonderful Zen state."

After eating a peach, Sun Wukong couldn't help but curl his lips.

It's a wonderful Zen state. Please, use your brain.

This world is the world of Journey to the West.

The Wonderful Zen Realm was something that was randomly made up by Patriarch Bodhi to fool his mortal disciples.

No one will believe it, right?

The disciples under the tree cried out in surprise:

"Brother Lingyun, you serve the Grandmaster every day and receive his teachings every day. What realm have you reached now?"

Lingyun glanced at Wukong with pride and said, "At the Lixing realm, one can live for two hundred years."

"Oh, a lifespan of two hundred years."

"My God, I'm only 120 years old."

"When will I be able to catch up with Senior Brother Lingyun?"

The disciples were unaware that Lingyun was not interested in wine, and their eyes turned green with envy.

Lingyun tiptoed and landed lightly on the ground: "Everyone, cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't move forward, you will fall behind. As long as you practice diligently, becoming an immortal and asking for the Tao will all be a matter of luck."

"Yes, thank you, Senior Brother Lingyun, for your teachings."

Sun Wukong understood instantly.

This is because they are afraid that something might go wrong for me, and they want to arouse my desire to seek the truth and make me follow the script.

That won’t do. The right thing to do is to give up.

What Patriarch Bodhi is doing is a crooked and evil way.

"Ah, I'm so sleepy."

He stretched, turned and left.

But Lingyun behind him called out, "Junior Brother Wukong."

There was a clear hint of impatience in his tone.

"What's the matter?"

"These few days, the master has been preaching, why haven't I seen you?"

"My balls hurt."

"What, what...you..."

Faced with such shameless monkey talk.

Lingyun's face flushed red, he stared with his big eyes, and said hesitantly:
"Pain in the balls... Pain in the balls can be cured. Why don't you and I go pay respect to the ancestor and ask him to heal us?"

(End of this chapter)