My Teacher is Sun Wukong

The vast mountains, the peaks towering into the clouds, the mountains are full of fairy tales, as if it is a paradise.

There is a broken temple in front of the mountain gate, which is dilapidated. The plaque on the temple reads the three characters of ‘Lingjue Temple’, which remains with traces of the years. I don’t know how many centuries have existed. The bright sun in the sky illuminates the temple and dyes the temple into a gem-like color.

A sharp-nosed monkey, a little old man about one meter three or four tall, sits on a smooth large bluestone. One hand licked a goatee beard under the chin and was talking to a little monk opposite.

Although he pretended to be a world-class man, his short stature and his funny appearance made him look a little serious.

"Cough!" The old man coughed twice, and then said with a strong heart: "Apprentice, the teacher is going to go to heaven to report. So, today you have to go down the mountain."

"Master, do you want to report to heaven?" The little monk looked surprised. "Are you doing something bad, you have to be thundered?"

This little monk, about fifteen or six years old, has no hair on his head, and reflects the golden light in the sunlight. The look is very beautiful, the face is sharp and angular, the eyes are shiny, and it looks a bit sultry.

The old man’s old blood was almost spurted out! You are a villain, and Laozi is killing you! If it weren’t for you, would you still stay in the mortal for ten years?

But when you think about leaving, the old man will endure anger.

"You don't believe that being a teacher is a god. There is no way for a teacher. Come here, how about reporting your martial arts to the teacher? If you can learn the skills of one in ten thousand, you can also learn from the grandson. I can safely leave," said the old man.

"The master's masterpiece of the fairy tale has been cultivated to a realm of realm, to catch a ghost or something, must not be a problem." The little monk's eyes reveal unparalleled confidence.

"Gangster, you want to suffocate the old grandson!?" The old man yelled. The grandson of the grandson of the grandson is the first key to the cultivation of immortals. The creation of the heavens and the earth, the mystery of the invasion of the sun and the moon... But by your kid as a way to catch ghosts?

"As for the eye-catching eyes that you taught me, I feel completely blowing the air. What kind of eye-catching eyes? I think you should borrow someone else's name. I can only see that your underwear has broken a big hole." Little monk eyes Said one turn.

The old man heard the words, hurriedly rubbed his legs and tried to cover the hole.

"What else?" The old man continued to resist the anger and continued to ask.

"As for the master's copper and iron bones, the disciple also learned, but did not know that the tube does not work." The little monk said.

"How can it not work!" The old man was angry again. "When the old grandson was in the same year, 100,000 days of soldiers will not be able to hurt. Too Laojun threw the old grandson into the gossip furnace, and failed to refine the old bronze skin of the old man. Do you dare to doubt that it is useless? ”

"Oh, Master, you are at most a **** stick! The monk is not like a monk, even his hair is not shaved, but also when he is a Sun Wukong fighting **** Buddha?" said the little monk contemptuously.

"God stick?" The old man was completely angry. "Roll, roll, roll! You are not a filial gangster, roll me down the mountain, and I don't want to see you again."

The little monk heard a flash of his face and ran away as soon as he smoked!

The little monk didn't really want to run, just wanted to go down the mountain to steal wild fruit and then go back to the temple. As for the master saying that he wants to report to heaven, he does not believe it at all. Let him go down the mountain? He is even less convinced.

"Wait, you come back to the old grandson." The old man hurriedly stopped him: "After going down the mountain, you need to find a school to read a book or something. Otherwise, you won't even understand the Buddhist scriptures."

"Master, you are serious, no jokes?" Seeing the old man's serious look, the little monk realized that the old man did not joke with him. The eye was suddenly red, and the eyes were filled with tears. It looked very sad.

Seeing that the little monk is so nostalgic to himself, it shows that there is still a drop of mentoring. The old man's hand is holding a goatee, and the boss is relieved.

"But the master, the disciples are not entangled!"

It turned out that he was not worried about leaving himself, but worried about the entanglement? The old man squirted another old blood.

"We are a family member who is a family, and we have to eat and go to the edge. What is the need for the next mountain?" The old man angered.

"Master, you don't know if you don't know how to eat rice!" said the little monk. "The long light in front of the Buddha needs sesame oil. We eat vegetarian food, tofu, peanuts every day... all need money!"

This old man has nothing to do but teach the little monk martial arts. To be precise, the entire Lingjue Temple is still a small monk.

Therefore, the young monk usually likes to collect private money. It is no wonder that the old man named him no, and the homonym is the eight.

"Okay, okay, I am afraid of you, you will take the money in the merit box, and it will be yours." The old man said generously.

“Thank you for the master!” The little monk was as happy as a big ingot, hurriedly ran over and opened the merit box.

There is a lot of money in it, and it is full of more than half of the merits. All are one piece, five pieces, and the largest one is ten pieces. In the past, the old man was not allowed to touch him, saying that the monk could not get too much money. Now let him down the mountain, and finally let him open. For the generosity of the master, the little monk is thankful.

"A lot!" Seeing a lot of money, the little monk's eyes are shining.

"One piece, two pieces, three pieces, ten pieces..." The young monk counted up happily, and one counted up to more than 380. This paused. It was really counting the amount of money to cramps!

"Well, where are you like a family?" Seeing the little monk so greedy, the old man said.

He deeply felt that he did not teach the apprentice. Little monks like to play with little girls, like money, it is simply six.

The little monk was paying attention to the money at this time and did not hear him at all.

"The master wants the disciples to go down the mountain to study, but I listened to Xiaohua and said that their school not only has to learn to read words, but also to learn mathematics, English, and in many cases. The disciples only recognize a few words, how can they go to school?" After that, the young monk had new concerns.

In the past, pilgrims came here to scent, and once a female pilgrim brought a girl of seven or eight years old. The little girl is called a small flower. Because of her age, the monk became friends with the little girl.

At that time, she heard her studying at school, and the little monk was extremely envious. But now he really wants him to go to school, and he is somewhat worried that he will not learn.

"Budget, you can go to school and just learn to read the words. What do you do with so many other schools?"

"The disciples are relieved." When the master pointed out, the little monk suddenly realized. After that, I went back to the Zen Room and packed up things.

......

"Why don't you still go?" After a long time, the old man saw the little monk still in front of the mountain gate, and the old man asked.

"That's good, my disciples will say goodbye!"

This time, the little monk’s eyes are really red.

Although he usually likes to be awkward with the master, but he is very clear about the character of the master, he let himself down the mountain, it is impossible to let himself stay.

The young monk stepped back three times and silently walked down the mountain.

Seeing the figure of the little monk became a little black spot, the little old man nodded slightly. The young monk followed himself for ten years, and the great fairy tales were able to cultivate a heavy weight, and the eyes of the fire could see through, and the copper-iron bones had reached a small perfection. Counting his talents is also unique.

Daxian Tianxian cultivating to the extreme, the ghosts and gods are difficult to resist, it is difficult to stop the three disasters, you need to learn seventy-two to avoid. Seventy-two changes, hairless avatars, etc. can only teach him later. As for whether he can cultivate to that realm, he must look at his creation.

The law is heaven and earth!

The old man made a magical power, and suddenly changed back to his body, a huge golden monkey! The body is so high that it goes straight into the sky. The head is like Taishan, and the eyes are golden. The mouth is like a blood basin, and the teeth are like swords. Shenwei shocked the world, and there was another Buddha shrouded.

A golden stick in the hand can reach thirty-three days, down to eighteen layers of hell.

Somersault clouds!

When you shake your body, you will jump up, and there will be a hundred thousand miles in a turn of the muscles, disappearing into the clouds.

......

The name of the little monk is called Xiao Fei. The law is not ringing. He grew up in an orphanage. He does not know who his parents are. When I was in the first grade of elementary school, I was caught in the mountains and followed the ‘the old man’ to study the martial arts.

Xiao Fei wore a worn-out cockroach with several patches on it and it was very clean. There is a cloth bag on the body, which contains some daily necessities and entanglements, and another cockroach for the edge.

There is no hair on the head, and the length is very beautiful, giving a feeling of being immaculate.

I walked in the mountains for three days and three nights. When I was hungry, I ate wild fruits. When I was thirsty, I drank spring water. Finally on the fourth morning, I came to a big city - Huadu.

The flower city is so beautiful, the streets are very clean and tidy, almost spotless. On the two sides of the road is a plant of kapok tree, which is covered with flowers. The bougainvillea is planted below, and the bright red flowers are blooming. Everywhere, there are a lot of luxury cars on the wide roads, and Xiaofei’s eyes are spent.

When you come to a big city, the first thing you need to solve is the problem of eating, and the second is to go to school to study. But he soon discovered that not only did the school not find it, but there seemed to be a lot of entanglement in the bag.

Others will not accept his meals because he is a monk. Two days later, the coils in his pocket were almost exhausted, and most of them were eaten and spent.

It seems that it is the idea to make money, Xiao Fei thought, in the past ten years, Lingjue Temple is basically he is in the head, so he deeply understands the way to stay at home.

On a fairly large street, under a kapok tree, Xiao Fei began his career.

"Selling things, selling things, are all panacea medicines, all of them have been lighted by the precepts of Lingjue Temple. Eating a certain one can guarantee that all diseases will not occur, and prolong life..." Seeing things set up, Xiao Fei Shouted with a scorpion.

There was a bottle of medicinal herbs on the ground, which was brought out when he packed up his clothes. In the past, the old man said that this was stolen from Taishang Laojun, in order to help him practice copper and iron. And this bottle is what he eats.

He decided that a medicinal medicine sold for ten yuan and that selling a few more would be enough for his own meal.

"Sister is watching, there is a little monk over there, so cute!" Just then, two fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls came on the road, one of them said to the other.

Xiao Fei turned his head and looked at it, and his eyes brightened. The two girls, wearing the same clothes, are usually tall and tall, carrying the same bag on their backs, and the length is almost exactly the same. At first glance, they know that they are twins.

They are so beautiful, their exquisite face is not a trace of embarrassment. The skin blisters can be broken, and the curved eyebrows reveal beautiful beauty. A pair of big eyes are watery, like a layer of smog.

Pure, clean and chilling.

Like a white snow-like school uniform, it was strangled by a bag with a high outline, and the lower body was wearing a short skirt, slender, firm calf, and exposed. Seeing them, Xiao Fei couldn’t help but screamed.

"Oh, it's true." My sister's gaze was attracted, and I saw Xiao Fei, surprised.

So the two sisters walked over to him.

Seeing that they have come over, Xiao Fei himself is nervous: Listening to the master, most of the beautiful female donors under the mountain are monsters. He has encountered a lot of monsters, changed into a beautiful woman wants to **** the yang of the teacher...

Are they two monsters, do you want to **** my own yang? My current eyes are still not cultivated, and I can't see them! Xiao Fei’s heart thumped and thumped.