Hearing this, the woodcutter was stunned. This monkey focused on the weirdness of the real lady. Shouldn’t he say “What does the hero call me?” at this time?

Besides, what is an old thief with thick eyebrows and big eyes? You are covered in hair, so you should be the old thief with thick eyebrows and big eyes?

You monkey are so narcissistic, right?

But at the moment, I should just calm down Sun Wukong and let him go to the Sanxing Cave smoothly so that he would not miss this opportunity.

"Young Master said it very reasonably. He was just a little confused. He was stunned for a moment and didn't see the shocking appearance of the young master." The woodcutter quickly laughed and nodded: "I just said something wrong, I hope you will forgive me."

"This is almost the same." Sun Wukong couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The woodcutter quickly spoke, "I see the extraordinary young master and ambitious, but I come here to find immortals and visit Taoism?"

"That's right, what do you think?" Sun Wukong nodded.

"If the young master comes to visit the Tao, it is just right. This mountain is called Fangcun Mountain. There is a slanting moon three-star cave in the mountain. There is a god in the cave called Subhuti Patriarch." The woodcutter hurriedly said: "Young master is extremely talented. If you go, you will definitely be seen by Bodhi Patriarch and embark on the path of immortality."

"Okay, I understand, do you have something to do?" Sun Wukong nodded with satisfaction when he heard the woodcutter's flattery, then waved his hand.

"Young Master, don't you ask me how I go to this three-star cave?" The woodcutter was speechless.

Sun Wukong nodded suddenly and said, "Something makes sense, you can tell me."

The woodcutter was confused. Why did the style of painting become more and more wrong? Shouldn’t it be your begging me to tell you? Why did I get on like a licking dog and rush to give you opportunities?

After the woodcutter pointed the way, Sun Wukong swayed towards the Three Star Cave of the Silent Moon.

At this time, the Bodhi Patriarch, who was in the Three Star Cave of the Silent Moon, had already noticed it and asked the fairy boy to prepare at the door.

When Sun Wukong walked to the door, the little fairy boy hurriedly came out: "I dare to ask you, yes..."

Subhuti didn't dare to delay him. He saw every word Sun Wukong said at the foot of the mountain and his Buddhist disciple who pretended to be a woodcutter clearly. Only then did he know how unique Sun Wukong's brain circuit was. If he didn't ask the little fairy boy to hurry over, he might think that no one turned around and left here, and he wouldn't dare to gamble about this risk.

"You are the Three Star Cave of the Eyed Moon?" At this time, Sun Wukong shrugged gently in the face of the little fairy child's question.

"That's right, I don't know what you are talking about?" The little fairy boy did not dare to neglect and nodded quickly.

"I heard the old woodcutter below with thick eyebrows and big eyes say that there is a master in your Sanxing Cave who can teach people immortal methods. Is that true?" Sun Wukong said.

"Master..." At this time, the little fairy boy was a little scarred when he said Sun Wukong's name for Bodhi. What kind of master should at least be called an immortal master. He was not polite at all. He still said with a smile: "It's the master of my family. Are you here to find immortals and visit Taoism?"

Sun Wukong dug his nose and said, "Well, I have this idea."

Looking at Sun Wukong with a salted fish on his face, the little fairy child was covered with black lines: What's going on with this attitude? Others look devout and look forward to it. Why do you ignore your attitude? It doesn't matter whether it is successful or not. Is this the attitude of practicing Taoism?

"That's it." But at that moment, the little fairy boy immediately replied to Sun Wukong with a smile: "My master is just now staying and preaching, so he taught me to come out and open the door. He said: 'There is a practitioner outside, so he can go to receive the reception.' I guess it's you."

"Come in with me now." After that, the little fairy boy led Sun Wukong toward the cave.

The moment he entered the cave, ripples rippled around the space, and then the scenery changed drastically. There was a unique cave, the attic, the Qiongyu, the pearl palace and the beads were dazzling. In the hall, an old man with white beards and beards sat upright on the Yaotai and preached to the disciples.

"Who are you? Why do you want to come to my Three Star Cave of Silent Moon?" After seeing Sun Wukong come in, Bodhi smiled and looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong replied: "I am the Monkey King of Huaguo Mountain and Water Curtain Cave in Shenzhou, Dongsheng. I came here to visit the Tao."

"Call out! Come to my Seiyue Sanxing Cave, and I am still a fool. How could you let you cultivate the fruit of Tao?" Subhuti pretended to be angry and said, "When Dongsheng Shenzhou comes to me, there are two major seas, and one Nanshanbu Continent, how can you get this?"

Looking at Bodhi who was righteous and righteous, Sun Wukong couldn't help but hold his forehead helplessly. It was time to act. Why am I here? Don't you know better than me? Manjushri's hard escorts all the way clearly.

However, he also knew that Bodhi made this question in order to make his master seem to have no doubts. If he didn't confirm it, he would easily let himself enter the mountain gate. He would definitely think it would be suspicious in the future.

At this moment, Sun Wukong could only answer truthfully: "I have been traveling across the ocean and traveling around the border for more than ten years. I have only visited this place. All the way is difficult."

"Since you have such a mind, you are a good material for practicing Taoism." Bodhi nodded and said, "You have come from afar, do you have a name?"

Sun Wukong replied truthfully: "Never."

Bodhi couldn't help but pretend to be suspicious: "Why don't you have a name? Could it be that your parents didn't name you?"

"No." Sun Wukong nodded and said, "I have no father or mother, but I am born from the rocks, so I have no name."

Upon hearing this, Bodhi couldn't help but smile, and had a conversation with Sun Wukong, giving him the name Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong did not refuse. From the first day he came here, he knew his identity. His name seemed to be taken by Bodhi, but it actually implied the way of heaven. Bodhi was only taken by the heavenly power. Hongmeng’s first surname was Piyuan Wu’s surname, and he wanted to break the stubborn Kong and Wukong.

Sun Wukong did not have much disgust with this statement.

Immediately afterwards, Subhuti instructed the little fairy boy to take Sun Wukong down, call a group of disciples, teach Sun Wukong to clean up and deal with it, and arrange a dormitory for Sun Wukong, and instructed him to listen to the lectures with his fellow disciples the next day, practice calligraphy and burn incense.

"Is it so troublesome to practice Taoism?" Sun Wukong listened to Bodhi's arrangement and pulled the corners of his mouth: "If I had known that practicing Taoism was so troublesome, I would not have come..."

Subhuti: I haven’t started practicing yet. Just listening to a lecture means that when I started to warm up, this guy started to complain? This guy’s heart is really salty!

It was early in the morning, until the senior brother Xuan Songzi in the door came to knock on the door, Sun Wukong remembered that he had a master.

Seeing his senior brother's anxious appearance, Sun Wukong felt a little guilty. He was used to being free in Huaguo Mountain and asked him to wake up early for a while. He was really uncomfortable.

The senior brother Xuan Songzi, who was responsible for waking him, looked at him with resentment: Such an excellent time to practice in the morning, he wasted on getting up to bed by asking Sun Wukong. Now that Master Bodhi is preaching, it is a rare opportunity to comprehend.

Xuan Songzi became more and more resentful as he thought about it. He urged Sun Wukong: "Junior brother, please move quickly. Master is almost halfway through the lecture..."

Sun Wukong waved his hand and said, "Hey, don't urge, don't urge, wait until I wash my face and brush my teeth."

"Wash your face and brush your teeth... Isn't this something that ordinary people do? No, it seems that mortals are too lazy to do this..." Looking at Sun Wukong's unhurried look, Xuan Songzi wanted to kick him to death. It was too salty. This made him, who worked hard to practice Taoism every day, unable to bear to see it. He couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Sun Wukong's face is monkey hair, and it would be even more troublesome to wash his face. What did he think? No, Master is preaching, are you washing your face and brushing your teeth? This heart of Taoism is not pure at all. How could Master be blind and let you go into the mountain gate?"

Fortunately, Sun Wukong was moving very quickly. He finished washing up in a short while and walked out slowly from the door.

However, Xuan Songzi resisted his impulse, forced a smile on his face, and asked Sun Wukong: "That... Junior Brother Wukong, do you have to wash up if you wake up early every day?"

Sun Wukong glanced at Xuan Songzi and didn't know how to explain it to him. The system added a day to day to wash up carefully in the daily tasks. If he didn't prostitute, wouldn't it be a big waste?

Unable to explain, Sun Wukong could only smile and said, "I am used to being clean and clean. I feel uncomfortable all over if I don't wash up for a day, and I even make my senior brother laugh."

Xuan Songzi's head full of black lines: Love the clean monkey?

"Senior brother, you can pass on some tricks to you to quickly clean yourself up with magic so that you don't have to waste too much time here every day." Xuan Songzi then smiled at Sun Wukong, and there was no need to waste my time.

Of course, he didn't say this, staring at Sun Wukong with his eyes shining, with an expectant face.

"No, no, in my junior brother's heart, this kind of behavior is a daily spur to myself, which reminds me to always keep my body and mind clear and mind free of distractions. Although this action is small, I still need to take it seriously and regard it as a supreme ritual. Life requires this sense of ritual." Sun Wukong was stunned when he heard this statement. He had thought about it before, using magic to wash up in secret, but the system directly determined that the task failed. The reason was that his attitude was not serious enough. How could he accept Xuan Songzi's proposal?

"Can you wash your face bring out the sense of ritual?" Xuan Songzi was a little stunned, but listening to Sun Wukong's words, he himself felt that it made sense. The monkey seemed to have his own independent thinking about life: "I didn't expect that although my junior brother had no cultivation, he had such a sense of life. It was because my senior brother was stupid."

At this time, Xuan Songzi no longer regarded Sun Wukong as an ordinary person, and politely led him to the place where Bodhi preached.

In the main hall of preaching, Bodhi was sitting up high and preaching the great way: "The superior man heard the Tao, and practiced it diligently; the middle man heard the Tao, and if he was alive or dead; the inferior man heard the Tao, and laughed out loud. Not laughing was not enough to be the Tao. Therefore, there are suggestions: the way of enlightenment is as ignorant; the way of advancement is as retreat; the way of the barbarian is as shattered; the best virtue is as white as humiliation; the broad virtue is as low as humiliation; the broad virtue is as insufficient; the building virtue is as stealing, the quality is as true as elegance is as clear as eternal; the great elephant is as late as possible; the great sound is as faint as sound; the elephant is invisible."

Listening to Bodhi's sermon, a strange look appeared on Sun Wukong's face: As a good corpse of Cundi, Subhuti's preaching was not mainly based on Buddhism, and it was mixed with the meaning of Taoist scriptures. It was really interesting.

Seeing Xuan Songzi leading Sun Wukong to listen to the sermon, Bodhi's face showed a hint of displeasure. Sun Wukong was so tired and lazy that he was so salty on the first day of class, and he was simply helpless. But he was a saint's good corpse. After all, he hid his displeasure quickly and continued to talk about the story of the text: "Therefore, the Tao is hidden and the name is in no way good, and it is good at beginning and good at accomplishing..."

As the words were spoken, the fragrance fog gradually rose in the hall and the wind swayed.

All the disciples in the hall nodded in praise, closed their eyes and realized, or shook their heads, and were fascinated by hearing it.

Xuan Songzi led Sun Wukong to sit aside, and hurriedly listened carefully to the fullest path. After a while, he felt that his body and mind were addicted and gradually became better.

At this moment, a slight snoring sound broke his thoughts.

In the hall, Sun Wukong's snoring was soon noticed by everyone.

Although his voice was not loud, how could there be an ordinary person here. Those who could be a Bodhi disciple must at least have the cultivation of the Golden Immortal. Sun Wukong's subtle snoring sounded particularly harsh. Some disciples who were enlightened were even awakened by Sun Wukong's snoring sound.

Sun Wukong's snoring sounded as shocking as thunder among the silent temple.

At this time, everyone couldn't help but gather their eyes on Sun Wukong.

At this moment, he was lowering his head and supporting his forehead with one hand, as if he was listening and thinking carefully, if he hadn't betrayed him without his snoring.

Bodhi, sitting upright on the forum, looked at Sun Wukong who was sleeping loudly, and his head was covered with black lines: his saint, a good corpse, opened the sermon of the cadastral, was rare to hear it when many practitioners dreamed of. Now, Sun Wukong is not only late, but also sleeps openly in the temple.

Subhuti really wanted to kick Sun Wukong and kick him out directly, but after taking a deep breath, he tried his best to restrain his impulse. After all, kicking Sun Wukong out with one kick would make him feel happy, but who would let him go to the future Journey to the West?

As the protagonist appointed by the Heavenly Dao, if Sun Wukong cannot go to the disaster as promised, he may be the entire Buddhism be liquidated by the Heavenly Dao.

Originally, the disaster of traveling west was an opportunity for prosperity given to Buddhism by heaven. If it was messed up by yourself and became a disaster for Buddhism, it would be more than worth the loss.

While thinking, Bodhi waved his hand at Sun Wukong, and a light shield rose from Sun Wukong and covered it.

"Don't Master punish Sun Wukong? He even protected him?" Seeing this scene, all the disciples were shocked.

In the eyes of outsiders, Bodhi Patriarch lowered this supernatural power, which was more like protecting Sun Wukong to sleep peacefully, so that he could not be disturbed by the outside world: What is the relationship between Sun Wukong and Bodhi Patriarch? Could it be an illegitimate son who was wandering outside?

"But then again, Sun Wukong is a monkey, right? And it seems that it is a stone monkey that popped out of the stone. If there is something, would it be..." The more the disciples thought about it, the more shocked he became: "Is it... what did Master Bodhi really do to the stone back then?"
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