The majestic mountain, the peaks are towering into the clouds, and the mountain is full of fairy energy, as if it is a paradise.

There is a dilapidated temple in front of the mountain gate, which is dilapidated. The plaque of the temple reads "Lingjue Temple" with three big characters, leaving traces of time, and I don't know how many hundred years it has existed. The bright sunlight in the sky dye the temple the color of jewels.

A short old man with a sharp-beaked monkey gills and a height of only about one meter three or four sits on a large smooth bluestone. One hand was holding a wisp of a goatee under his chin, and he was speaking to a small monk opposite.

Although he pretended to be a tall man in the world, his short stature and funny appearance made him look not serious at all.

"Ahem!" The old man coughed dryly, and then said earnestly: "Disciple, I want to go to heaven to report for my teacher." So, today you have to go down. ”

"Master, you want to report to the heavenly court?" The little monk looked surprised, "Could it be that you have done something bad and are about to be struck by lightning?" ”

This little monk, about fifteen or sixteen years old, did not have a single hair on his head, and reflected a golden glow in the sunlight. The appearance is very beautiful, the face is angular, the eyes are shining, and it looks a little cute.

The old man was so angry that a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out! You rebel, Lao Tzu will kill you with one palm! If it weren't for you, how could my grandson stay in the mortal world for ten years?

But thinking that parting was imminent, the old man held back his anger.

"You don't believe that being a teacher is an immortal, and there is no way to be a teacher. Come on, let's report to the teacher first, how are you learning martial arts? If you can learn one-ten-thousandth of my skills, my grandson can leave with confidence. The old man said.

"The great Heavenly Immortal Decisive disciple taught by the master has already cultivated to a high level, and it must not be a problem to catch a ghost or something." The little monk's eyes revealed incomparable confidence.

"Criminal, do you want to be angry with Lao Sun!?" The old man scolded. My grandson's great product of the Heavenly Immortals is the first key to cultivating immortals. The creation of heaven and earth, the mystery of invading the sun and the moon...... However, you kid used it as a way to catch ghosts?

"As for the fiery eyes you taught me, I think it's all nonsense. What's the eye-catcher? I think you've borrowed someone else's name. All I can see now is a big hole in your panties. The little monk rolled his eyes and said.

When the old man heard this, he hurriedly clamped his legs and tried to cover the hole.

"What else?" The old man continued to hold back his anger and continued to ask.

"As for the master's copper skin and iron bones, the apprentice has also learned it, but I don't know if it will work." The little monk said.

"How could it not work!" The old man was furious again. "Back then, my grandson, 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals couldn't hurt a bit. Taishang Laojun threw Lao Sun into the gossip furnace, but he couldn't refine Lao Sun's copper skin and iron bones, do you dare to suspect that it is useless? ”

"Come on, master, you're a god stick at best! The monk is not like a monk, he hasn't even shaved his hair, and he still thinks he is the Monkey King fighting God of War Buddha? The little monk said disdainfully.

"Stick?" The old man was completely furious, "Get out, get out, get out!" You unfilial son, get out of the mountain for me, my grandson never wants to see you again. ”

When the little monk heard this, his figure flashed, and he ran away as soon as he slipped away!

The little monk didn't really want to run, he just wanted to go down the mountain to steal some wild fruits to eat, and then go back to the temple. As for the matter that the master said that he was going to go to Heaven to report, he didn't believe it at all. Let him go down the mountain? He didn't believe it anymore.

"Wait, you come back to Lao Sun." The old man hurriedly stopped him: "After going down the mountain, you have to find a school, go to study a book or something." Otherwise, I won't even be able to read Buddhist scriptures in the future. ”

"Master, are you serious, no jokes?" Seeing the old man's serious appearance, the little monk realized that the old man didn't laugh with him. The circles under his eyes suddenly turned red, with tears in his eyes, and he looked sad.

Seeing that the little monk is so nostalgic for himself, it shows that the love between master and apprentice is still there. The old man stroked his goatee in his hand, and the boss was relieved in his heart.

"But master, the disciple is not entangled!"

It turns out that he is not worried about leaving with himself, but worried about entanglement? The old man squirted out a mouthful of old blood again.

"We are monks all over the world, we just need to eat and go to the fate, what do we need to entangle in the next mountain?" The old man said angrily.

"Master, you don't know how expensive vegetables and rice are!" The little monk said, "The ever-bright lamp in front of the Buddha needs sesame oil, and we eat vegetarian fasting, tofu, and peanuts every day...... It all costs money! ”

This old man didn't care about anything except teaching the little monk martial arts. To be precise, the entire Lingjue Temple is still a little monk in charge.

So the little monk usually likes to hide some private money, no wonder the old man named him Bujie, the homonym is Bajie.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, so you can take all the money in the merit box, and treat it as your entanglement." The old man said generously.

"Thank you, master!" The little monk was as happy as if he had picked up a big ingot, and hurriedly ran over and opened the merit box.

There was a lot of money in it, piled up with more than half of the merit box. It's all one, five, and the biggest is ten. In the past, the old man forbade him to touch it, saying that the monks could not take too much money. Now let him go down the mountain, and finally let him open it. For the generosity of the master, the little monk is very grateful.

"That's a lot!" Seeing a large amount of money, the little monk's eyes lit up.

"One, two, three, ten......" The little monk counted happily, and only then paused when he counted more than three hundred and eighty, he really counted the money and counted until his hands cramped!

"Disciple, where do you look like a monk?" Seeing that the little monk was so greedy for money, the old man said.

He deeply felt that he had not taught his apprentices well. The little monk likes to play with little girls, likes money, and is fundamentally impure.

And the little monk was concentrating on counting the money at this time, and he didn't hear his words at all.

"The master asked the disciples to go down the mountain to study, but I heard Xiaohua say that their school not only needs to learn literacy, but also mathematics, English, in short, many subjects. The disciple only knows a few words, how can he go to study? After getting the coiling, the little monk had new worries.

In the past, pilgrims also came here to offer incense, and once a female pilgrim brought a little girl of seven or eight years old. The little girl was called Xiaohua, and because of his similar age, the monk became friends with the little girl.

At that time, when he heard that she was studying in school, the little monk was extremely envious. But now that he really wants to study, he is a little worried that he will not be able to learn.

"Bastard, you only need to learn to read and write, why do you learn so much other miscellaneous things?"

"Then the disciple will be relieved." Hearing the master's guidance, the little monk suddenly realized. After that, I went back to the meditation room and packed my things.

……

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

"Okay, disciple, goodbye!"

This time, the little monk's eyes were really red.

Although he usually likes to have trouble with his master, he knows his master's character very well, and if he lets himself go down the mountain, he will never let himself stay.

The little monk turned around three times and walked down the mountain silently.

Seeing that the figure of the little monk had become a small black dot, the short old man nodded slightly. The little monk has been studying with him for ten years, and the great heavenly immortal recipe can be cultivated to a level, the fiery eyes can see through, and the copper skin and iron bones have reached a small consummation. All in all, his talent can be regarded as unique.

The cultivation of the Great Heavenly Immortal Recipe has reached the extreme, the ghosts and gods are intolerable, and it is difficult to block the three calamities, so it is necessary to learn the seventy-two changes to dodge. Seventy-two changes, and high-grade immortal arts such as hairless clones can only be taught to him in the future. As for whether he can cultivate to that realm, it depends on his creation.

Law Phase!

The old man used a magical power, and suddenly turned back into his own law body, a huge golden monkey! The body is so tall that it soars into the sky. His head is like Mount Tai, and his eyes are shining with golden light. The mouth is like a basin of blood, and the teeth are like a sword. The power of God shocked the heavens and the earth, and there was a Buddha light shrouded in it.

A golden rod in his hand can reach thirty-three days at the top and eighteen layers of hell at the bottom.

Spreading clouds!

Shake your body, jump up, and somersault for 108,000 miles, disappearing into the clouds.

……

The name of the little monk is Xiao Fei, the law name is not a precept, he grew up in an orphanage, and he doesn't know who his parents are. When he was in the first grade of elementary school, he was caught in the mountains and followed the 'Old Man Sun' to learn martial arts.

Xiao Fei was wearing a shabby robe with several patches on it, and it was very clean. He carried a cloth bag with some daily necessities and coils, as well as a bowl for dissolving fate.

There is no hair on the head, but it is very beautiful, giving people a sense of dust.

I walked in the mountains for three days and three nights, eating wild fruits when I was hungry and drinking spring water when I was thirsty. Finally, on the morning of the fourth day, I came to a big city, Flower City.

The flower city is so beautiful, the streets are very neat, almost spotless. On both sides of the road, there are ceiba trees with flowers on top and bright red flowers on the bottom. There are shops everywhere, and all kinds of luxury cars are flowing endlessly on the wide road, and Xiao Fei's eyes are dazzled.

When you come to a big city, the first thing to solve is to eat, and the second thing is to go to school. But he soon discovered that not only did he not find it at school, but there was not much left in his bag.

Others will not take money from him just because he is a monk. By the course of two days, he had almost used up all the coils in his pocket, most of which had been spent on eating.

It seems that it is the idea to make money, Xiao Fei thought in his heart, in the past ten years, he has basically been in charge of Lingjue Temple, so he deeply understands the way of running a family.

On a fairly crowded street, under a kapok tree, Xiao Fei began his career as a stall.

"Selling things, selling things, it's all a panacea, all of them have been opened by the host of Lingjue Temple, eating one will definitely ensure that you will not be sick and prolong your life......" Seeing that the things were placed, Xiao Fei shouted at the top of his voice.

There was a bottle of pills on the ground, which he had brought out when he was packing up. In the past, the old man said that he stole it from Taishang Laojun, in order to help him practice copper skin and iron bones. And this bottle is what he eats leftover.

He decided that a pill would cost ten yuan, and selling a few more pills would be enough for his own food.

"Sister, look, there's a little monk over there, so cute!" At this moment, two little girls of fifteen or sixteen years old came to the road, and one of them said to the other.

Xiao Fei turned his head to look, and his eyes suddenly lit up. The two girls, dressed in the same clothes, were generally tall and short, carrying the same schoolbag on their backs, and they looked almost identical. At first glance, you can tell that they are twins.

They are so beautiful, with exquisite faces without a single blemish. The skin can be broken by blowing, and the curved eyebrows reveal beauty. A pair of big eyes were watery, as if with a layer of mist.

Pure, clean makes people tremble.

The school uniform, which is as white as snow, is strangled by the straps of the school bag, outlining the high and convex silhouette of the chest, and the lower body is wearing a short skirt, and the slender, tight calves are exposed. Seeing them, Xiao Fei couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Hey, that's true." My sister's eyes were attracted, and when she saw Xiao Fei, she said in surprise.

So, the two sisters walked briskly towards him.

Seeing them coming, Xiao Fei himself became nervous: I heard the master say that most of the beautiful female donors under the mountain are monsters. He has encountered a lot of monsters, and he has changed into a beautiful woman who wants to suck away the yang energy of his master......

Could the two of them be monsters too, sucking my own yang energy? My fiery eyes haven't cultivated to the home yet, and I can't see through them yet! Xiao Fei's heart fluttered and jumped.