Chapter 57 The Master's Words Can Be Heard But Not Necessary
What Bodhi couldn't say, Buddhism forced him to say it.
What Bodhi doesn't want to do, Buddhism forces him to do.
Bodhi was afraid of death, otherwise he would not have fled everywhere, even leaving Fangcun Mountain behind.
Faced with Tathagata's threats, he did not dare to resist and could only let Buddhism lead him.
He even threatened his apprentice.
"Disciple!"
Bodhi woke up suddenly, and at this moment he was completely drunk.
His face was solemn, and you could tell at a glance that he was deeply worried.
Sun Xiaosheng sighed secretly, he couldn't escape what was coming.
"Master, do you have something to say to me?"
Sun Xiaosheng asked with a calm expression.
Even though I know that Patriarch Bodhi came as a lobbyist in heaven.
But out of respect for his master, he could not expose Bodhi's background to his face.
Of course, Patriarch Bodhi also struggled with the master-disciple relationship for a long time.
If it weren't for Liu Ding Liu Jia, the fourth-level meritorious person who threatened him with Tathagata, I'm afraid he wouldn't have spoken at all.
"Wukong, my master once taught you not to cause trouble."
"Now, my master requires you to go to heaven to serve as an official and prepare for the journey to the west. Will you resent the master?"
Bodhi said in a deep voice.
Perhaps because he was drunk, Patriarch Bodhi's face turned red.
It is simply unbelievable that someone as strong as him can have troubles.
"Disciples don't dare."
"However, the disciple may not listen to what the master says."
Sun Xiaosheng smiled lightly and said.
"Um?"
Ancestor Bodhi was startled for a moment and immediately understood what Sun Xiaosheng meant.
Then he smiled and said, "Yes, as a master, I can give you orders, but as a disciple, you can disobey the master's orders."
After saying this, Patriarch Bodhi opened his heart and burst into laughter.
Sun Xiaosheng also breathed a sigh of relief.
He originally thought that Patriarch Bodhi was a good corpse of the Tathagata and would help the Tathagata deal with him.
It seems that Patriarch Bodhi has his own ideas.
As for teaching Sun Wukong his magical powers, he was just a pawn in the Buddhist scheme.
"Come on, Master, let's keep drinking!"
Sun Xiaosheng picked up the wine jar and drank heavily.
The two exchange cups and cups, and the barrier between master and disciple disappears without even realizing it.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have been recognized by Patriarch Bodhi."
"Get the reward, three million merits."
"Get the reward, Hongmeng Dzi Bead."
Sun Xiaosheng was stunned for a moment.
Is this okay?
He never thought of deceiving Patriarch Bodhi, he just told the truth out of respect for Patriarch Bodhi.
All of these can be rewarded.
It seems that gods are quite easy to fool!
Moreover, Sun Xiaosheng realized that the stronger the immortal he deceived, the more valuable the system rewards would be.
Hongmeng Dzi Beads are no less precious than Huang Zhongli.
Even one level higher.
Although they are all top-quality innate spiritual treasures, the Hongmeng Dzi Bead is a treasure that existed before the chaos began.
It is formed by the falling fragments of Hongmeng Qi and the condensation of ten Huiyuan.
There is a hint of Hongmeng purple energy inside.
Although it is almost undetectable, there are only seven copies of the Hongmeng Purple Qi under Heaven.
And these seven copies have long been taken away by the six saints and Hongyun.
There is no more grand purple energy in the world.
And the Hongmeng Purple Qi is an indispensable and necessary treasure for becoming a saint.
Unless you kill the saints and rob them of their luck, it is impossible to find another one.
But Hongmeng Dzi Beads are an exception.
It is refined from fragments of Hongmeng Purple Qi. Although the quantity is small, it is better than nothing.
If one is extremely talented and relies on the weak Hongmeng Purple Qi, there is no chance of becoming a saint.
Thinking of this, Sun Xiaosheng was overjoyed.
Coupled with the faint Hongmeng Purple Qi contained in the Hongmeng Dzi Beads, he has almost occupied all the conditions for becoming a saint.
All you need to do is find one of the three thousand laws and practice it with concentration.
If he refines this law to the highest level and quietly waits for the opportunity to become a saint, then he is the most likely to become the only saint besides the saints in Zixiao Palace.
"Disciple, what are you laughing at?"
Patriarch Bodhi looked at the silly Sun Xiaosheng and asked doubtfully.
"Suck!"
Sun Xiaosheng hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said: "It's nothing."
Of course he did not dare to directly tell Patriarch Bodhi about Hongmeng Dzi Beads.
Otherwise, this quasi-sage powerhouse would not care about the master-disciple relationship and would definitely rob it.
Even if he is a good corpse of the Tathagata.
Unpredictable people.
During the journey of cultivation, the most scarce cultivation resources are available.
Patriarch Bodhi's ability to become a quasi-sage all the way was not simply due to his kindness.
Without the support of huge resources, this quasi-sage road may not be reached for hundreds of millions of years.
"That's fine."
"My teacher has completed the entrustment of Heaven and Tathagata."
"How you want to walk in the future has nothing to do with being a teacher."
Patriarch Bodhi stretched out his hand.
"As a former master, I want to sever the master-disciple relationship with you."
"Now, I come to you with my face licked."
"As compensation, I will teach you another set of magical powers. I hope it will be helpful to you in the future."
After saying that, he handed Sun Xiaosheng a roll of jade slips, on which were engraved several shining golden characters "Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills".
Sun Xiaosheng looked at the jade slips and felt warm in his heart.
Although Patriarch Bodhi is here to help the Tathagata and the Heavenly Court plot against him.
But as a master, Bodhi still couldn't bear to harm him.
In the end, he was given a book of magical powers as compensation.
Perhaps from now on, the fate of their master-disciple relationship will be completely over.
But this does not prevent Sun Xiaosheng from being grateful to Patriarch Bodhi.
"Wukong, take care of yourself."
"I'm going to be my teacher."
As the sound faded away, Patriarch Bodhi also disappeared from Sun Xiaosheng's sight.
He tightened the jade slip in his hand and crushed it without hesitation.
The magical power contained in it was instantly incorporated into his sea of consciousness.
Eighty-Nine Mysterious Gong, also known as Nine-turn Yuan Gong.
The maximum yin number is eight, and the maximum yang number is nine. The multiplication of eight and nine is the maximum number in Taoism.
There are nine palaces and eight trigrams in heaven and earth, seventy-two periods.
This skill is not only a method for cultivating the golden elixir, but also includes all kinds of magical powers.
If the divine skill is cultivated to the ninth level, if the soul in the Niwan Palace is not destroyed, the physical body will not die.
The soul can escape without danger, and the physical body can be reborn indefinitely.
Coupled with the changes in the wind, it can be called immortal.
Only the "immortal-killing flying knife" of West Kunlun Sanren Lu Ya Taoist can completely kill it.
"nice one."
Sun Xiaosheng patted his head with satisfaction.
Then he looked towards the sky above Huaguo Mountain.
There, Liu Ding Liujia and the fourth-level Gong Cao were still staring at him.
Presumably, they saw Patriarch Bodhi leaving before.
"Probably, Heavenly Court will send someone here soon."
Sun Xiaosheng raised the corners of his mouth with a joking smile.
Patriarch Bodhi was just a lobbyist, and the people who actually carried him to heaven were the Jade Emperor's people.
These gods really don’t want to give up.
However, even if they invited Bodhi as a lobbyist, they still could not persuade Sun Xiaosheng.
"King!"
A familiar shout sounded.
Sun Xiaosheng looked up and saw that the Taibai Jinxing was flying towards Huaguo Mountain on fairy clouds.
The proud smile on Taibai Jinxing's face seemed to have convinced Sun Xiaosheng.