Pushing open the door of rooms 11-12, what comes out is the vast spiritual energy. A huge mountain stands in front of you, with a vast sea of clouds, rapids and waterfalls, apes roaring and cranes chirping, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
A small winding path winds up the foot of the mountain, twisting and turning, leading to nowhere. There are cliffs everywhere, and it looks very spectacular.
"It's a mountain again, but I don't know what kind of mountain it is?" Chen Jinyuan stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up at the mountain in front of him. The so-called mountain is not high, but it is named if it has immortals. This mountain is so high, and the immortals who live in it must also be great.
A capable person.
"Watching the chess pieces and cutting wood, walking slowly at the valley entrance by the clouds. Selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The sky is high in autumn, I sleep with pine roots against the moon, and I sleep at dawn. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliffs and cross the ridges, hold the ax to break
Withered vines. Harvested into a load, the price of rice is three liters in the Xingge market. There is no competition among the seeds, and the current price is average. There is no scheming, no honor or disgrace, and life is indifferent. Where we meet, it is either an immortal or a Tao. Sit down and talk about "
Huang Ting》!”
Walking along the path up the mountain, two woodcutters happened to come down from the mountain. They were carrying firewood on their shoulders and singing in harmony, very eloquently.
"You two stay!"
Seeing the two woodcutters from a distance, Chen Jinyuan immediately waved to stop them. The singing of these two people was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
When the two heard this, they stopped and looked at Chen Jinyuan. One of them, the elder woodcutter, said, "Is there something wrong, sir?"
Chen Jinyuan smiled and said, "Can I ask you two, what kind of mountain is this?"
The two woodcutters looked at Chen Jinyuan in confusion. The older woodcutter said, "This is Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. I wonder where the young master came from?"
Lingtai Fangcun Mountain?
Chen Jinyuan was stunned when he heard this. It turned out to be this mountain. In Journey to the West, wasn't it the place where Sun Wukong sought enlightenment?
Seeing the two woodcutters asking questions, Chen Jinyuan hurriedly said, "I came from afar to visit friends in the mountains!"
"Visiting a friend?" A trace of doubt flashed between the elder woodcutter's brows. Since he was visiting a friend, how could he not know the name of this mountain?
Doubts flashed past, and the old woodcutter said, "I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place, sir. There's no one living in this mountain, only an old god!"
"Huh?" Chen Jinyuan pretended to be confused. The old immortal mentioned by these two people must be Sun Wukong's master, Patriarch Bodhi.
The old woodcutter said, "This mountain is called Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. There is a three-star cave with a slanting moon on the mountain. In the cave lives an old immortal named Ancestor Bodhi. There is no one living within a hundred miles, so I'm afraid, sir.
Came to the wrong place."
Chen Jinyuan nodded slightly, "It doesn't matter, I can't visit my friends. Let's visit Taoism instead!"
The old woodcutter said, "Sir, Patriarch Bodhi is a man of great supernatural power. Ordinary people like us can only hear his name but not see him. I'm afraid your trip will be in vain."
Chen Jinyuan shook his head and said, "A visit cannot lead to immortality, but a visit to the beautiful scenery in this mountain will be the same!"
"Then I wish you good luck, sir!"
When the old woodcutter heard this, he shook his head gently and left with the young woodcutter. Perhaps in his eyes, he must have thought that there was something wrong with Chen Jinyuan's mind.
The singing sounded again, and the two woodcutter figures slowly disappeared at the end of the path. Chen Jinyuan stood there for a while, then turned around and continued walking up the mountain.
It turned out that the person summoned this time was the Bodhi Patriarch. Chen Jinyuan’s mouth curved slightly. During the Journey to the West. The origin of this ancestor is mysterious. Some people say that he is a Buddhist ancestor, and some say that he is a Taoist saint, both Buddha and Taoist.
, and few people can explain why.
But one thing that is certain is that this ancestor is very powerful. Sun Wukong’s ** Yuan Gong was passed down by this ancestor. Under the training of this ancestor, Sun Wukong became a hozen in just a few years.
At that time, he became a saint in the Three Realms. Among Chen Jinyuan's knowledge, it seemed that only the Supreme Beings were the only ones with such strength.
The mountain is high and the forest is dense, and the aura is fresh. When we approach the top of the mountain, a platform appears in the dense forest. There is a cave against the cliff. Next to the cave door, two tall trees stand on the left and right, like two loyal guards.
generally.
"Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Xianyue Sanxing Cave!"
There was a couplet engraved on the stone plaque next to the cave door. It was these words engraved on the couplet. Chen Jinyuan had a smile on his face, knowing that he had found the place.
"Kakaka!"
There was a sound of stones, the stone wall shook twice, the cave door slowly opened, and a child came out. He looked around for a while, and his eyes fell on Chen Jinyuan.
"May I ask, who is the Patriarch Jinyuan!" Seeing Chen Jinyuan, the boy quickly walked over with small steps, clasped his hands together, and saluted Chen Jinyuan.
Chen Jinyuan nodded slightly, "Is Taoist Brother Bodhi in the house?"
The little boy nodded and said, "The Patriarch is in the mansion. Please invite the Patriarch Jin Yuan to come with his disciples."
Immediately, the child turned around and led Chen Jinyuan towards the cave. Chen Jinyuan followed suit. As soon as he entered the cave entrance, the door slowly closed again.
There was a bright light in the cave, and there was another universe. There were pavilions and pavilions everywhere, as if it were another world. He followed the child to the door of a palace. The child stopped and turned back to Chen Jinyuan and said, "Grandmaster Jin Yuan will be here later. My ancestor is giving a sermon in the palace.
It’ll be over in a moment!”
Chen Jinyuan nodded and was not impatient. He simply stood outside the hall and waited. After a while, a group of students came out of the hall. Some were whispering and some were arguing with each other. They seemed to be confirming the Taoism. However, what they said
The words were very crude and Chen Jinyuan was not interested in listening.
Immediately afterwards, the child took Chen Jinyuan into the main hall, and saw an old man in white robe, white beard and white hair sitting upright on a futon above the main hall.
"Fellow Taoist, I've been waiting for a long time!"
His white beard reaches to his chest, and he looks like an old wild ginseng. At first glance, he looks like he is a high-ranking person. His voice is a little trembling, but it sounds very strong to the ears.
"No problem!"
Chen Jinyuan waved his hand and walked forward with a smile on his face. A futon floated over and landed directly in front of Chen Jinyuan.
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"Name, Patriarch Bodhi.
Age: Unknown.
Character level: eleventh level
Character origin: Journey to the West
Character strength: Late stage of the Venerable Realm.
Ancient martial arts that can be passed down: Bodhi Avenue [not passed down]
**Yuan Gong [not inherited]
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Other inheritable skills:...
Character introduction: Patriarch Bodhi, a powerful Buddhist, with profound magical power, many disciples, and extensive teachings. All the people in the mountains and wilds have been taught by him..."
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A string of information appeared in Chen Jinyuan's mind, proving the identity of Patriarch Bodhi. However, Chen Jinyuan was not very excited because he could feel that the realm of Patriarch Bodhi was not as high as his. It could even be said that
There is still a long way to go, just at the same level as the Eight Great Masters. Even if such a state is passed down, it will not be of much benefit to his cultivation.
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