In the school city, monsters are working hard to build.

The outline of the city is already very clear, and schools are rising from the ground.

Due to insufficient staff, many young students in Wanling City were also asked here to help.

"The ancestor said that letting these students build cities with their own hands can strengthen their sense of belonging."

Zhenyuan Daxian said to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong nodded and asked, "Why is it called Shanhaicheng?"

The name of the Academy City was modified to Shanhai City by Zhenyuan Daxian, which made Sun Wukong a little strange.

"The mountains and sea are on the ground, but they fly in the sky. Don't they find it interesting?"

Zhenyuan Daxian said.

Sun Wukong thought about it seriously and couldn't understand what the fun was.

However, he has never been very picky about his name. After explaining it, he did not ask much about it.

"My brother."

Zhenyuan Daxian asked, "I heard that you took the Maitreya Buddha's race bag? Have you refined it?"

"No."

Sun Wukong shook his head.

Zhenyuan Daxian nodded immediately: "A wise move."

The race bag is different from ordinary magic weapons, and it turns out to be just an ordinary cloth bag.

This cloth bag was hung on Maitreya Buddha and turned into an acquired magic weapon over the years. It can almost be said that it was transformed by Maitreya Buddha's supernatural powers and others could not take it away.

That's the same for gold flasks. Others can only use it. Only Maitreya Buddha is its master. Even if it is broken into ashes, Maitreya Buddha can become intact with a blow.

"If you forcefully refine it, not only will you not succeed, but you will offend the laughing monk."

Zhenyuan Daxian said: "He is the Buddha from the East, the Buddha of the future, so he should be cautious."

"Don't worry, great immortal."

Sun Wukong smiled: "I have my own considerations."

The effect of the race bag is similar to the universe in his sleeve. He has mastered this magical power of absorbing objects and has no intention of taking it away.

The value of golden bulbs is not high, and a golden cudgel can break it with just one stick.

Compared to these two magic weapons, Sun Wukong has something he wants more.

He waited for a few days, and Maitreya Buddha really came.

On that day, Sun Wukong was discussing affairs with Ao Luan in the Ten Thousand Spirit Hall. Suddenly a colorful cloud fell to the ground in front of the hall. Someone laughed and said, "Great Sage, I'm here to pick up the guests!"

When Sun Wukong heard the sound, he immediately took Ao Luan to greet him.

"The Buddha came to the east, I haven't seen him for a long time."

He bowed and greeted him.

Ao Luan continued to show his respects and stared at the round monk in front of the hall with curiosity.

"Is this the Buddha of the future?"

Ao Luan has some favors.

Maitreya Buddha has big ears and a wide belly, and a smile on his face. Everyone will be affected by that smile when they see him and feel good about him.

Sun Wukong knew not many Buddhas, and Maitreya Buddha was one of the few acquaintances.

He had come to the Heavenly Palace several times when he invited the fairy gods and the lively Maitreya Buddha to come here, and the two met because of this.

Sun Wukong welcomed Maitreya Buddha into the hall and asked someone to bring tea.

"Did the Buddha come for the racial bag?"

He asked bluntly.

Maitreya Buddha nodded with a smile, and Sun Wukong went straight, which saved him the effort of speaking.

"What do the Great Sage want me to exchange for them?"

Maitreya Buddha is also very direct.

He knew that the yellow-browed boy did something wrong with a race bag, and Sun Wukong would not return the treasure to him easily.

"I want to learn some Buddhist magic."

Sun Wukong raised the conditions.

No matter how good a baby is, it is not as important as his own strength.

Maitreya Buddha was quite curious: "The great sage has great powers, what other magic do you want to learn?"

"I once heard that Buddhism has a supernatural power that can transform words into mantras."

Sun Wukong said, "The Buddha from the East must be able to do it, right?"

He was very interested in the Buddhist magic recorded in the Book of Heaven, especially the word "Miscellaneous" written by Guanyin Bodhisattva in his palm when he conquered Red Boy, and the word "Forbidden" written by Maitreya Buddha subdued the yellow-browed boy.

The words they wrote seemed to have supreme supernatural powers.

Sun Wukong can do a few moves, but it is just an ordinary Taoist technique, which is very different from Buddhism.

"Change words into mantras?"

Maitreya Buddha thought for a while and then picked up the teacup on the table.

He wrote a word on the cup by dipping water and covered it with his right hand.

"Come here."

Maitreya Buddha waved to the Jingshi.

After An Jingsi walked over, Maitreya Buddha let go of his right hand and let him get the calligraphy technique. Then he threw the teacup out.

An Jingsi immediately ran out after the teacup as if possessed by a demon.

Not long after, An Jingsi walked in with a teacup on his face full of confusion.

“What the Great Sage wants to learn.”

Maitreya Buddha looked at Sun Wukong: "But this kind of magic?"

Sun Wukong nodded, probably.

Maitreya Buddha couldn't help but frown. This was indeed the supernatural power of Buddhism.

"This is the great way, which varies from person to person and is difficult to tell."

Maitreya Buddha thought for a moment and said, "I can tell you some tricks. As for whether you can understand it, it depends on the Great Sage himself."

Sun Wukong naturally agreed.

Maitreya Buddha immediately preached some tricks to him, and after two hours, he stopped.

"All these words are over, no matter how many of these words are, they will be crossing the line."

Maitreya Buddha said, "Great Sage, can you return those magic weapons to me?"

"certainly."

Sun Wukong nodded, then asked Ning Shensi to take out the race bag and gold flask and hand it over to Maitreya Buddha.

Maitreya Buddha thanked him and left with a smile on his face.

"Brother."

After Maitreya Buddha left, Ao Luan couldn't help asking, "Is it too cheap for him to return the magic weapon like this?"

Sun Wukong glanced at her: "Didn't you listen to his preaching just now?"

The words Maitreya Buddha had just taught were not concealed specifically, and Ao Luan and the fairies around him could hear them.

Ao Luan frowned slightly, as if a little confused.

Ning Shensi said, "Great Sage, those are just some superficial tricks, and they are not worth exchanging magic weapons."

The surrounding fairies nodded one after another.

"superficial?"

Sun Wukong was stunned, then sighed: "So that's it."

He suddenly understood the truth that the ancestor said back then that he did not meet the great way of spreading the great way.

Although Maitreya Buddha's words were shallow, if you listen carefully, there were many ways in it, and even he could not fully understand it for a while. Ning Shensi actually said it was shallow.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but shake his head.

"Brother."

Ao Luan asked, "What did you realize?"
To be continued...