Chapter 1 Master Sun Wukong
The majestic mountain, the mountain peak soars into the clouds, and the mountain is full of fairy spirit, as if it is a paradise.
There is a dilapidated temple in front of the mountain gate. On the plaque of the temple, there are three big characters of "Lingjue Temple", and there are traces of the years left. I don't know that it has existed for hundreds of years. The bright sunlight in the sky shines down, dyeing the temple in the same color as gems.
A short old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, about 1.34 meters tall, sat on a large smooth bluestone. With one hand stroking a strand of goatee under his chin, he was talking to a young monk opposite.
Although he pretended to be an outsider, his short stature and funny appearance made him look anything but serious.
"Cough cough!" The old man coughed dryly, and then said earnestly, "Disciple, I'm going to report to the Heavenly Court as a teacher. So, you have to go down the mountain today."
"Master, you want to go to heaven to report?" The little monk looked surprised, "Could it be that you have done something bad and you are about to be struck by lightning?"
This little monk, about fifteen or sixteen years old, has no hair on his head, and under the sunlight, it still reflects golden light. The appearance is very long and beautiful, the face is sharp and angular, the eyes are shining, and it looks a little cute.
The old man was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood! You traitor, I will kill you with one palm! If it wasn't for you, how could my old grandson have stayed in the mortal world for ten years?
But thinking about the imminent parting, the old man suppressed his anger.
"You don't believe that being a teacher is a god, and there is nothing you can do about it. Come on, come on, tell me how your martial arts are doing first? If you can learn one ten-thousandth of my skill, my grandson will also You can leave with peace of mind," said the old man.
"The Dapin Tianxian Jue disciples taught by the master have already cultivated to the first stage, so catching a ghost or something will definitely not be a problem." The young monk's eyes revealed incomparable confidence.
"Sinister, you want to piss off your grandson to death!?" The old man yelled. My old grandson's Dapin Tianxian Jue is the number one key to cultivating immortals. The fortune of seizing the heavens and the earth, the mystery of invading the sun and the moon...but you, a kid, regard it as a way to catch ghosts?
"As for the sharp eyes you taught me, I think it's completely nonsense. What sharp eyes? I think you borrowed someone else's name. Now I can only see a big hole in your underwear." The little monk's eyes Turn around and say.
Hearing this, the old man hurriedly clamped his legs, trying to cover the hole.
"What else?" The old man continued to ask, holding back his anger.
"As for the master's copper-skinned and iron-framed body, I have also learned it, but I don't know if it will work or not," said the little monk.
"How could it not work!" The old man was angry again. "Back then, my old grandson, a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals couldn't hurt a single bit. The Taishang Laojun threw my grandson into a gossip furnace, but he couldn't refine his copper skin and iron bones. How dare you suspect that it's useless? "
"Come on, master, you can be regarded as a magic stick at most! The monk is not like a monk, he hasn't even shaved his hair, and he still thinks that he is Monkey King fighting war god Buddha?" The little monk said contemptuously.
"God stick?" The old man was completely angry, "Get out, get out, get out! You unfilial villain, get out of the mountain, my old grandson never wants to see you again."
Hearing this, the little monk's figure flickered, and he ran away in a flash!
The little monk didn't really want to run away, he just wanted to go down the mountain to steal some wild fruits to eat, and then return to the temple. As for what the master said that he was going to report in heaven, he didn't believe it at all. Let him go down? He didn't believe it anymore.
"Wait, come back to grandson." The old man hurriedly stopped him: "After you go down the mountain, you have to find a school and go to study something. Otherwise, you won't even be able to read Buddhist scriptures in the future."
"Master, are you serious, are you not joking?" Seeing the serious look of the old man, the young monk realized that the old man was not joking with him. The eye circles were suddenly red, and there were tears in the eyes, looking very sad.
Seeing that the little monk is so nostalgic for him, it shows that the master-student relationship is still there. The old man stroked his goatee with his hands, feeling relieved in his heart.
"But master, the disciple didn't make trouble!"
It turned out that he wasn't worried about leaving with him, but worried about being entangled? The old man spat out a mouthful of old blood again.
"We are monks and we live in all over the world. If we want to eat, we can just ask for alms. What kind of money do we need to go down the mountain?" the old man said angrily.
"Master, if you are not in charge, you don't know how expensive vegetables and rice are!" said the little monk. "The ever-burning lamp in front of the Lord Buddha needs sesame oil, and the vegetarian food, tofu, peanuts we eat every day... all of these need money!"
The old man didn't care about anything except teaching the young monk martial arts. To be precise, the entire Lingjue Temple is still headed by a young monk.
So the little monk usually likes to hide some private money, no wonder the old man named him Bujie, which is a homonym for Bajie.
"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, so you can take all the money in the merit box, and treat it as your money." The old man said generously.
"Thank you, master!" The little monk was as happy as if he had picked up a big ingot, and hurried over to open the merit box.
There is a lot of money in it, and most of the merit box is filled. All are one yuan, five yuan, and the largest is ten yuan. In the past, the old man forbade him to touch it, saying that monks could not get too much money. Let him go down the mountain now, and finally let him open it. For the generosity of the master, the little monk is very grateful.
"That's a lot!" Seeing a lot of money, the little monk's eyes lit up.
"One piece, two pieces, three pieces, ten pieces..." the little monk happily counted, and one of them stopped when he counted more than three hundred and eighty. It was really cramp to count the money!
"Disciple, how can you look like a monk like this?" Seeing that the young monk was so greedy for money, the old man said.
He deeply felt that he had not taught his apprentice well. The little monk likes to play with little girls and likes money, but he is basically impure.
But the little monk was concentrating on counting the money at this time, and didn't hear his words at all.
"The master asked the students to go down the mountain to study, but I heard from Xiaohua that their school not only learns to read, but also learns mathematics, English, and so on. In short, a lot of subjects. The students can only read a few words, how can they go to study?" After that, the little monk had new worries.
There used to be pilgrims who came here to offer incense. Once a female pilgrim brought a seven or eight-year-old girl here. The little girl was called Xiao Hua, and since he was about the same age as him, the monk became friends with the little girl.
Hearing that she was studying at school, the little monk was extremely envious. But now that he was really asked to study, he was a little worried that he would not be able to learn.
"Bastard, you only need to learn how to read when you go to school. Why do you learn so many other miscellaneous things?"
"In this way, the disciple can rest assured." Hearing the master's advice, the little monk suddenly realized. After that, he went back to the meditation room and packed his things.
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"Why don't you leave?" After a long time, the old man saw that the young monk was still in front of the mountain gate, and asked the old man.
"That's good, disciple, let's bid farewell!"
This time, the little monk's eye circles were really red.
Although he usually likes to quarrel with his master, he is very aware of his master's character. If he lets him go down the mountain, he will never let himself stay.
The little monk turned his head three times a step, and walked down the mountain silently.
Seeing that the figure of the young monk had turned into a small black dot, the little old man nodded slightly. The little monk followed him to study for ten years, and he was able to practice the Dapin Tianxian Jue to the first level, his piercing eyes could see through, and his copper skin and iron bones had reached a small perfection. All in all, his talent can be regarded as unique.
Dapin Tianxian Jue has been cultivated to the extreme, ghosts and gods are hard to tolerate, and it is difficult to stop the three disasters, so you need to learn seventy-two changes to avoid it. Seventy-two transformations, high-grade immortal arts such as vellus hair clone can only be taught to him in the future. As for whether he can cultivate to that level, it depends on his good fortune.
Faxiangtiandi!
The old man used a supernatural power, and immediately turned back into his Dharma body, a huge golden monkey! The height of the body is so high that it soars into the sky. The head is like Mount Tai, and the eyes are golden. The mouth is like a blood basin, and the teeth are like swords and halberds. The power of the gods shocked the world, and another wave of Buddha's light shrouded it.
A golden stick in his hand can go up to thirty-three days and down to eighteen levels of hell.
somersault cloud!
With a shake of the body, he jumped up, and with a somersault, he could travel a hundred and eight thousand miles and disappear into the clouds.
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The young monk's secular name is Xiao Fei, and he has a dharma name. He grew up in an orphanage, and he doesn't know who his parents are. When I was in the first grade of elementary school, I was caught in the mountains and learned martial arts and Taoism from "Old Man Sun".
Xiao Fei was wearing a shabby cassock with several patches on it, and it was washed very clean. Carrying a cloth bag on his body, there are some daily necessities and coils in it, and there is also an alms bowl for alms.
There is no hair on the head, but the long hair is very beautiful, giving people a feeling of being spotless.
After walking in the mountains for three days and three nights, I ate wild fruits when I was hungry and drank spring water when I was thirsty. Finally, on the morning of the fourth day, I came to a big city - Huadu City.
Huacheng City is really beautiful, the streets are very tidy, almost spotless. There are kapok trees on both sides of the road, which are full of flowers, and Bougainvillea, which are full of bright red flowers, are planted below. Xiao Fei's eyes are dazzled by the feasting shops everywhere and all kinds of luxury cars passing by on the wide road.
When you come to a big city, the first thing you have to solve is the problem of eating, and the second thing is to find a school to study. But he soon discovered that not only was he not found by the school, but there was not much left in the bag that seemed to be a lot of money.
Others will not charge him for meals just because he is a monk. After two days, he had almost used up all the coils in his pocket, most of which were spent on meals.
It seems that it is time to make money, Xiao Fei thought in his heart, for the past ten years, he has basically been in charge of the house of Lingjue Temple, so he deeply understands the way of housekeeping.
On a relatively crowded street, under a kapok tree, Xiao Fei started his career as a stall vendor.
"Selling things, selling things, they are all panaceas, all of which have been prescribed by the abbot of Lingjue Temple. If you eat one, you will be free from all diseases and prolong your life..." Seeing that the things were arranged, Xiao Fei He shouted at the top of his voice.
There was a bottle of elixir on the ground, which he brought out when he packed his luggage. In the past, the old man said that he stole it from the Taishang Laojun to help him develop copper skin and iron bones. And this bottle is what he left after eating.
He decided that one pill sold for ten yuan, and a few more pills would be enough for his meal.
"Sister, look, there is a little monk over there, so cute!" At this moment, two fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls walked up the road, and one of them said to the other.
Xiao Fei turned his head to look, and his eyes lit up immediately. These two girls were wearing the same clothes, were about the same height, carried the same schoolbag on their backs, and looked almost exactly the same. You can tell at a glance that they are twins.
They are so beautiful, with exquisite faces, without a trace of blemish. The skin can be broken with blows, and the curved eyebrows reveal beauty. A pair of big eyes were watery, as if covered with a layer of mist.
Pure, clean and heart-shattering.
"Hey, it's true." My sister's gaze was attracted, and she said in surprise when she saw Xiao Fei.
So the two sisters walked towards him quickly.
Seeing them approaching, Xiao Fei himself became nervous: I heard from the master that most of the beautiful female patrons at the foot of the mountain were monsters. He has encountered many monsters, and transformed into beautiful women to absorb the yang energy of the master...
Could the two of them be monsters too, wanting to suck my own yang energy? My piercing eyes have not yet been cultivated enough to see through them! Xiao Fei's heart thumped wildly.