My Teacher is Sun Wukong

“Thank you for your predecessors.” Blue Rain Butterfly said.

So, a few luxury cars carried Xiao Fei them, left the flower city and went to Xijiang province. There is a provincial-level high speed between the two provinces, and it has reached Xijiang in less than two hours. When I arrived at Mount Mang, it was less than eight in the morning.

The flower city belongs to the south of China, and it will light up at five o'clock in the morning.

When I came to the mountain gate, the ancient warrior dressed as a scenic spot staff automatically released after seeing the license plate. Then the car went up the mountain around the mountain road, and rarely encountered people along the way. According to Jiang Haitao, many ancient warriors had already gone up the mountain last night.

The mountain road is nine bends and eighteen turns, just like a ribbon around the waist. Along the way, it is also beautiful, and a variety of landscapes come into view. Xiao Fei enjoys the car while enjoying it.

"What kind of **** is that?" Suddenly the blue rain butterfly on the car, dazzling and seeing the side of the road, there is a sculpture of the gods, which is particularly eye-catching. This statue is like an old woman, sitting on the hill and looking kind. Holding a pair of scissors in the left hand and holding a worm in the right hand.

"This mother-in-law is a famous local **** named Shi Po, who is said to be very effective." Jiang Haitao said.

“What is there inside?” asked the Blue Rain Butterfly. She has been led by Xiao Fei to Xiuxian Road and began to cultivate immortals, so she is very interested in these legends. It seems that this stone mother-in-law is a **** with a low position, and she has just begun to practice and is closer to her.

"It is rumored that she was a man of the Northern Song Dynasty. There is no child under the knee, and a person is lonely. But she is very good to people, very kind and kind." Jiang Haitao said while driving: "There was a pest in the village, she took the lead. Insects. Large worms are cut with scissors, and small ones are sprinkled with lime."

"I didn't know what happened. Where did she go, where the pests were automatically eliminated. Because of the help of others all the year round, and the murder of the insects that day and night, she could not afford to suffer. In her death. One day, people gave her a funeral. When they went out, people saw it with their own eyes, and she ascended into the sky in a mist."

"Doing good deeds to help others can be a god?" Blue Rain Butterfly was surprised. If this is the case, then what are you doing? As a result, she has doubts about whether she should cultivate.

"Who is this kind of thing, do you know?" Jiang Haitao said: "The ancients said that being a man must do good deeds, and doing good deeds can be a god. But everyone who knows a little knowledge knows that this is the ruling class used to confuse everyone. of."

"Fly less, what do you say?" asked the blue rain butterfly.

"In the past, those gods needed people's beliefs. So they found one or two kind people to be typical. After they died, they gave them a little mana. They became gods." Xiao Fei said: "Because mana is someone else." Give it, so their cultivation is very low, they can only do the scent of the fairy, but not the sky."

"They are completely inferior to the gods they have cultivated. And for the rest of their lives, they can only be scattered." Xiao Fei continued: "There can only be one or two." Good things can be a fairy, then the heavens can't fit."

"It is because the lie of God can be debunked by doing good deeds, so later, there is a legend. To say who wants to become a fairy, you need to be a good man of the tenth, a good man of the eighteenth."

"It turned out to be like this." Blue Rain Butterfly said.

For those opinions that Xiao Fei said, Jiang Haitao did not speak. I thought that he was originally a monk, and that these gods and Buddhas are also reasonable. As everyone knows, Xiao Fei said that all are the real situation of the realm of the gods.

"Right, the lord. I will take a test of you about Mount Mang." Jiang Haitao said with a smile: "Just here, there is a very famous and educational-related thing, you know?"

"You test my historical and humanistic knowledge, it is simply asking about blindness." Xiao Fei said. Do not hesitate to learn the facts of lack of self.

"Since you don't know, will I tell you?" Jiang Haitao said.

"Wait a minute." Suddenly the blue rain butterfly said: "His less knowledge does not mean that my knowledge is less. Let me think about it... Mangshan... Education..." Suddenly, the light flashed in his head, and he said with surprise: " I know, you are telling the story of Mount Mang."

“Do you know?” Jiang Haitao said. “It seems that you are much better at school than the ally.”

"That is of course." Blue Rain Butterfly proudly said: "The story of Mount Mang, telling that this happened also in the Song Dynasty. At that time, on the Mount Mang, there was a robber who often robbed his family and committed a crime of death. Later, he was arrested by the government and he was sentenced to death."

"At the time of his sentence, his mother came to see him. The robber said that I only wanted to take another bite of milk before I died. So his mother promised, so he breastfeeded in public. I didn't expect him to bite when he was breastfeeding. Her mother's mother was bleeding all over the place and then died."

"The robbers later said that when I was a child, I often stole some small things. The mother saw not only not educating, but boasting that I could do it. This led to today, so I killed him."

"You really know this story." Jiang Haitao said.

"That is of course." Blue Rain Butterfly said, "My father used this story to educate me when I was a child. I steal the needles and steal gold. I also use it from awkwardness. Good education begins at an early age."

"You are not bad at all. Look, the stone wall in front is recorded in this story." Jiang Haitao said. Xiao Fei looked up and saw a stone wall next to the road.

The story is engraved on it: Xuanhe, Mangshan has a slap in the face, and the mother is with him. Pirates against the mother cloud: I wish to have a breastfeeding as a child, and die without regret. Mother and milk. The thief broke his head, bleeds, and the mother dies... oh! Fu language: teach children babies, not empty.

Although Xiao Fei has not a lot of modern knowledge, he has been studying the Buddhist scriptures since childhood, and the level of ancient Chinese is still very strong. Therefore, it is easy to read.

Not long after, the car drove to the mountainside of Mount Mang. Parked in the main building, and then several people walked up the mountain. The square in front of the building is already full of luxury cars.

When I came to the top of the mountain, Xiao Fei saw that the vast majority of ancient warriors had already arrived. There is a huge empty square on the top of the mountain, and hundreds of people have gathered at this time.

On both sides of the square, there are two rows of Taishi chairs. The lords of the ancient Wumen school, headed, sat in the chair of the Taishi. One by one, the stalwart, wearing a convenient Tang suit, sharp eyes.

Yinghua is introverted, as if it contains a powerful force.

Ancient Wu practitioners sit on both sides.

(End of this chapter)