Patriarch Bodhi was quite surprised. He glanced at Zhang Qingfeng and said slowly: "How do you know these spells?"
Zhang Qingfeng didn't know how to explain it for a while...
However, Patriarch Bodhi did not struggle with this issue. Instead, he said slowly: "These spells you mentioned are all the skills of immortals. After you learn them, you can move mountains and fill seas."
"But it's not for you."
"I will teach you the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills. Once you have mastered this skill, when you cross the other side, you will be able to control the golden light of the earth, control the sky and the earth, perform seventy-two transformations, ride on the fog and soar into the clouds, and have your soul leave the body..."
Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skills?
Zhang Qingfeng nodded quickly and said, "Thank you, Master."
"Come up here." Patriarch Bodhi waved to Zhang Qingfeng.
Zhang Qingfeng hurried forward. Patriarch Bodhi recited the cultivation method in his ear and said, "Do you remember it?"
"Yes." Zhang Qingfeng said: "If you forget, I will ask the teacher again."
Patriarch Bodhi suddenly smiled and waved his hand: "Go ahead, your cultivation level is too low now. Only when your cultivation is close to the level of Jie Xian can you get a glimpse of the secrets of the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques."
"Little gourd, take him to the school."
"yes."
Soon, the Taoist boy named Xiao Hulu led Zhang Qingfeng to a school in the Taoist temple.
There were quite a few people inside, thirty or forty people in total.
These students are not very old, and they all look like they are in their teens or 20s.
When Zhang Qingfeng first entered, they were playing with a little monkey.
The monkey was wearing clothes, listening to the crowd's play, scratching his hair, and laughing.
"Everyone, please stop making trouble. Let me introduce the new students to you." The Taoist boy turned back to Zhang Qingfeng: "By the way, what is your name?"
"My name is Zhang Qingfeng."
Zhang Qingfeng looked at the monkey sitting in the corner with a smile on his face.
After sitting down, Patriarch Bodhi came not long after.
Afterwards, everyone meditated and practiced, but Patriarch Bodhi did not teach any skills in class.
After class, many people looked at Zhang Qingfeng curiously. After all, Zhang Qingfeng was dressed in rags and his appearance was not very good.
"Junior Brother Zhang, which family are you from?"
"Junior Brother Zhang, what skills did Master teach you?"
A group of people chattered around Zhang Qingfeng and asked curiously.
Zhang Qingfeng smiled and chatted with them. The atmosphere was quite relaxed, no different from going to school.
As for the Eight-Nine Mysterious Gong, although Zhang Qingfeng already has the formula, his top priority is to practice here and improve his strength.
Fortunately, the spiritual energy here is stronger than Zhang Qingfeng imagined.
In this way, Zhang Qingfeng stayed in the Taoist temple and began to practice meditation with the little monkey and a group of classmates.
One year passed in a flash.
Zhang Qingfeng and Sun Wukong were in the martial arts training ground inside the Taoist temple.
The two men were armed with wooden weapons and fought back and forth, regardless of who was up or down.
After practicing for a while, both of them sat down under a tree with sweat on their backs.
Zhang Qingfeng was wearing a long gown and had long hair, like a scholar. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and talked to Sun Wukong opposite.
"Wukong, let me tell you, if you want to become an immortal in the future, don't be vindictive and don't cause trouble in the peach garden in the sky."
Sun Wukong put his chin in his hands and asked curiously: "Peach Garden? Are the peaches there delicious?"
Zhang Qingfeng nodded: "It should taste good. It is said that the flat peach blossoms only every three thousand years. Three thousand years... What are you thinking..."
Over the past year, the spiritual power in Zhang Qingfeng's body has more than doubled. According to the standards of the spiritual power detector, he should be a level nine investigator.
However, I encountered a bottleneck. I heard from Master that if you overcome this bottleneck, you can reach the realm of enlightenment.
He has been unable to break through the bottleneck this month.
At this moment, the little gourd Taoist boy ran over and said to Zhang Qingfeng: "Junior Brother Zhang, Master wants you to go to his study."
"Okay." Zhang Qingfeng nodded, and then couldn't help but remind him: "Don't worry about the flat peach."
After saying that, Zhang Qingfeng ran away.
However, Sun Wukong had a look of curiosity on his face and licked his lips.
Soon, he came outside the bookstore, knocked on the door, and then opened the door and entered.
Patriarch Bodhi sat inside, slowly looked at Zhang Qingfeng, with a smile on his face, and said: "Qingfeng, have you been here for a while?"
"It's Master. Rough calculation, I'm afraid it's been a year." Zhang Qingfeng nodded.
Patriarch Bodhi said with a smile: "Have you achieved some success in the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills?"
"yes."
Patriarch Bodhi said slowly: "You have reached a bottleneck. If you continue to stay here, you will not make any big progress. It is time to leave."
Hearing this sentence, Zhang Qingfeng was stunned and opened his mouth slightly.
Patriarch Bodhi said slowly: "You have hatred in your heart and your mind is unstable. It's time to understand cause and effect so that you can take a step forward."
With that said, Patriarch Bodhi reached out and touched Zhang Qingfeng's head: "Go ahead."
"Yes, Master."
Zhang Qingfeng knelt down respectfully and kowtowed three times to Patriarch Bodhi.
He took a deep breath. This year, he has been here without any worries and practicing quietly. I am afraid he will not have such an opportunity in the future.
It really feels like a world away.
Although this is just a mythical forbidden place, in Zhang Qingfeng's view, the Bodhi Patriarch, including Sun Wukong, and his classmates are all fake.
After I left, I didn't know if I would have the chance to see him again.
After walking out of the study room, Zhang Qingfeng simply returned to the dormitory, packed his bags, then came to the school and looked at his classmates who had been there for a year.
"What's wrong? Why did you pack your things?" Sun Wukong was sitting in the corner and felt a little strange when he saw Zhang Qingfeng's look.
Zhang Qingfeng squeezed out a smile and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, I have to leave. See you again if we have the chance."
After all, they have been together day and night for a full year, and they still have feelings for each other.
Accompanied by a large group of classmates, Zhang Qingfeng arrived at the gate of the Taoist Temple. He couldn't help but look back at the crowd and waved: "See you again in the future."
Of course, Zhang Qingfeng knew in his heart that he might never have the chance to meet again in the future.
He took a deep breath and headed down the mountain.
After Zhang Qingfeng's figure disappeared completely, the figure of Patriarch Bodhi also appeared at the door of the Taoist temple. Looking at Zhang Qingfeng coming down the mountain, he murmured to himself: "A man from outside the world."
…
In a cave with dense mountain forest, a figure slowly walked out of it.
It was Zhang Qingfeng. Zhang Qingfeng walked out of the cave, blocking the dazzling sunlight above his head with his hands, and looked towards Nanwu City in the distance.
"It's been a year, and I'm finally back."
Zhang Qingfeng took a deep breath, recalling the past a year ago, and his eyes flickered with murderous intent: "I wonder if Liu Xun is doing well."