Journey to the West, this Sun Wukong is too persuasive

Chapter 2 Making trouble in class
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The melodious bells rang throughout Fangcun Mountain.

In the main hall of the Taoist Palace, Patriarch Bodhi was sitting high up with his eyes closed. On the futon below sat a group of disciples who came after hearing the news, including Sun Wukong.

He couldn't sit still, swaying from side to side, sometimes poking his head, sometimes scratching his face. Seeing that the senior brothers were silent, he didn't like to make noise.

There was a voice in his head.

[Congratulations on completing the suggestion - wait a little longer and get the first-level treasure chest]

The idiot netizen on Zhihu asked him to wait. Now that the founder has given a sermon, the suggestion is naturally completed.

"Oh? Is there really a treasure chest?" Sun Wukong began to believe that the system did not lie to him.

Because a simple treasure box with mysterious patterns was hanging in his mind.

Although he was curious about what was in the treasure chest, there were so many people at the moment that Sun Wukong could only suppress his curiosity.

At the same time, he did not forget to make trouble in the class while waiting for the Patriarch's sermon, and then refuse the Patriarch's teaching.

Now that he can be sure that the persuasion system is probably true, the next step is to confirm whether the replies that predict his future are true.

Of course, if the Patriarch taught the way to immortality, he would not miss it.

After waiting for a while, when all the disciples had arrived, Patriarch Bodhi opened his eyes, and his peaceful gaze passed over the disciples. At the same time, he said slowly: "Let's talk about the number today. You will understand as much as you can understand. Don't force it. .”

"Thank you, Patriarch." All the disciples said in unison.

"Heaven has its way, the earth has its way, and people have their own way. Therefore, everything in the world has a certain destiny." Patriarch Bodhi continued: "For those of us who practice, the way to become immortals is in it. If you go with it, you will be ordinary, and if you go against it, you will become an immortal. , but the immortals and demons only have one thought."

All the disciples listened carefully.

"Determined? Becoming an immortal?" Sun Wukong was even more overjoyed, and soon he was immersed in the voice of his ancestor.

The Patriarch said a few certain words, and then started to talk about other things, and his voice became higher and lower.

"The Sutra and Tantra are perfect, you understand the Tao and practice Zen, there is no birth and no death, your energy is complete and your mind is complete."

Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to be alive, jumping and laughing in the Taoist palace. For a while, the sky was filled with flowers, and the ground was filled with golden lotuses. It was magical and extraordinary.

Sun Wukong was amazed and fascinated.

He was born with a bright mind. In the past, he often lectured and discussed scriptures with his fellow disciples. He even read through the classics and scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, and his understanding was already extraordinary.

Others couldn't understand, but he understood the wonderful things. He was really enjoying it, and he forgot to complete the suggestions that caused trouble in the class.

"He has a longevity as long as the heavens, he is pious and clear, he is stubborn and cultivates barbarism, he is either a Buddha or an immortal..." Patriarch Bodhi's voice is very rhythmic, like the sound of gold and jade vibrations, and like the sound of a bell, it is the true meaning of the truth.

"Hehe, hehehe!" Sun Wukong suddenly jumped up on the futon. When he heard this wise saying, he was so happy that he scratched his head and scratched his head, smiled, and couldn't help but dance.

Patriarch Bodhi stopped, smiled and asked, "Wukong, why are you dancing like crazy in class and not listening to me?"

Sun Wukong hurriedly said: "Disciple listened sincerely. I just heard the master's wonderful voice. I was overjoyed. I hope the master will forgive me!"

"Yes." Patriarch Bodhi nodded slowly and said, "Since you recognize the wonderful sound, let me ask you, how long have you been in the cave?"

"My disciple was originally ignorant and didn't know how long it was." Sun Wukong said, "I only remember that there was no fire under the stove. I often went to the back mountain to collect firewood. I saw a mountain of good peach trees. I ate there seven times. I think it was seven years. scene."

"It's been seven years." Patriarch Bodhi smiled and stroked his beard, then changed the subject and said, "What Taoist techniques do you want to learn now?"

"Hehe." Sun Wukong was even more happy. He walked up to the ancestor in a few steps, scratched his hands and said with a smile: "But with the master's teachings and just a little bit of Taoism, the disciple learned it."

Although he made up his mind to reject the teaching from his ancestor this time, he felt that he still had to show his attitude towards learning Taoism.

Otherwise, if the Patriarch mistakenly thinks that he does not want to learn Taoism, then he will really regret it.

As expected, Patriarch Bodhi was very satisfied with Sun Wukong's attitude. He nodded and said, "There are 360 ​​side doors in Taoism, and all side doors have positive results. Which one do you want to learn?"

Sun Wukong said: "According to the master's will, the disciple will obey it wholeheartedly."

Patriarch Bodhi was even more satisfied and said with a smile: "I will teach you the art of praying for immortals, asking for divination, and exorcising evil and avoiding evil. Are you willing to learn it?"

Sun Wukong raised his hand and made a gesture to ask for divination, and asked: "Master, is it possible to live forever like this?" Patriarch Bodhi said: "No, no."

Sun Wukong shook his head and waved his hands and said: "It is better to seek divination from immortals than to make the decision yourself. If the disciples do not learn, they will not learn."

"Then how about I teach you how to recite Buddha's name, chant sutras, and pay homage to the saints in Liuzimen?" Patriarch Bodhi smiled again.

"Can I live forever?" Sun Wukong asked.

"If you want to live forever, it's like installing pillars in the wall." Patriarch Bodhi said.

"Huh?" Sun Wukong scratched his head and scratched his head, then waved his hand and said: "Master doesn't speak readily. I am an honest person and don't know how to speak in argot. What is Bilianzhu?"

"When people build a house and want it to be strong, they put a pillar between the walls. One day the building will collapse and it will rot," said Patriarch Bodhi.

"In this way, it won't last long. Chanting Buddha and chanting sutras is not as good as doing it yourself. If you don't learn, you won't learn if you don't learn."

"How about teaching you how to meditate and fast in the Jingzi Sect?"

"Is it possible to live forever like this?"

"It's like looking at flowers in a mirror, but you can't pick them if you want."

Sun Wukong thoughtfully waved his fists and feet and said: "If you don't want to learn, if you don't want to meditate, it's better to get a stick and box."

The smile on Patriarch Bodhi's face disappeared and he said solemnly: "How about I teach you the method of gathering yin and replenishing yang, adding red lead, refining autumn stone, and taking the medicine of women and men in Dongzimen?"

"Does this mean you can live forever?" Sun Wukong asked again.

"This desire to live forever is like fishing for the moon in water."

"Master is here again. What does it mean to catch the moon in the water?"

"The moon is in the sky, and there are shadows in the water. Although you can see them, you can't catch them. They are empty in the end."

"Don't learn, don't learn. Master, please change to something else."

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Bodhi came down directly from the height, held a ruler in hand, pointed at Sun Wukong and said: "You monkey, you don't learn this or that. I want you to taste the power of the ruler."

He stepped forward, knocked on Sun Wukong's head three times, then closed the middle door with his hands behind his back and left, leaving behind a group of frightened disciples.

They all blamed Wukong and said: "You are such a shameless monkey. Master teaches you Taoism. Why don't you learn it and talk back to Master? This collision has caused him to come out."

It is a great opportunity for the Patriarch to open a forum and give a sermon.

Sun Wukong was not annoyed at all, he just smiled apologetically.

At the same time, another voice sounded in his mind:

[Congratulations on completing the suggestion - causing trouble in the class and obtaining the third-level treasure chest]

However, all the senior brothers were frightened and complained for a moment, and then calmed down after a while, because the ancestor said from the beginning that everything in the world has a certain destiny and cannot be forced.

Then everyone left the Dao Palace hall happily. After returning to their residence, Sun Wukong scratched his head and fell into thinking.

If the previous suggestion is that you can wait until the Patriarch opens the forum to give a sermon, it may be a coincidence.
Then the experience of preaching this time was just like what the sixth-grade netizen said, there was no difference.

Especially at the end when the Patriarch knocked him three times and then left with his hands behind his back, it was exactly the same.

"The Patriarch's move really hinted that I would look for him through the back door at midnight." Sun Wukong thought to himself.

He believed that he could realize these hints even without the advice of his sixth-grade netizens.

And I would definitely have rejected the teachings from the ancestor before, because none of the four Taoist techniques, static and dynamic, could lead to immortality.

"Old Sun only wants to live forever!" Sun Wukong thought firmly, and then laughed again, thinking to himself: "This persuasion system is really a treasure!"

At this moment, he no longer had any doubts about the persuasion system, and began to believe that Zhihu netizens were all seniors with great powers.

"Well, I will definitely ask those Zhihu seniors for advice from time to time." Sun Wukong scratched his hand.

(End of this chapter)