Because it was early in the morning when Zhu Bajie arrived, the bell in the temple lingered in the ears at this time, giving people a kind of quiet and peaceful, and the roundabout bell reverberated in the heart from time to time.

Many Shaolin monks have begun to exercise in the morning, exercise, is their foundation, practice Buddhism, is their spirit, for the Shaolin Temple of this set of inheritance, Zhu Bajie in his heart is extremely sure of this practice, in fact, since mortals do not have to cultivate immortals, then why find a way to live a long life to bring themselves a kind of life?

Thinking of this, Zhu Bajie couldn't help but have incomparable reverence in his heart for the master who created the Shaolin Temple, what kind of great wisdom is needed to be able to comprehend such a true way of cultivation? Is it really good to cultivate immortals? Immortality, in the eyes of today's Zhu Bajie, may be just a joke, why? Because even a great god like Zhibi is still dead.

Zhu Bajie's current idea is to hurry up and finish the eighteen relics, find a treasure land in the fairy mountain, take a few cold women to be happy, and then let Xiu Wei break through as soon as possible, leave the thirty-three heavens, and rescue Gao Yufen, this is his goal.

He said: "The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, don't make dust." "After Xiushu finished, he returned to the room, and people never knew. Xiufu pondered: "The five ancestors will be happy when they see each other tomorrow, that is, I have a fate with the Fa; if I can't bear to speak, I will be confused, my karma will be heavy, and I will not be able to obtain the Fa." The holy will is unfathomable!" The thoughts in the room were restless until the fifth watch.

Zhu Bajie walked to a meditation room, and there were bursts of Zen sounds in his ears, but Zhu Bajie's heart was really shocked, listening to those voices, there was no secular strife, and there was no deceit in the world of cultivating immortals, there was only inner peace, and the state of mind of a real outsider.

"Amitabha, this master, may I ask, where did the Buddhist scriptures you recite come from?" Zhu Bajie couldn't help but be curious, and couldn't help but step forward and ask a monk who was reading in the morning.

The monk saw that Zhu Bajie was curious, and immediately folded his hands: "Amitabha, donor, this Buddhist scripture is compiled by my Huineng Patriarch called "Six Patriarch Master Dharma Treasure Altar Sutra", if the donor is interested in Buddhism, we can give it to someone who is destined in the front yard system!"

The monk solved Zhu Bajie's doubts, and suddenly his mouth began again: "I said to you, the life and death of the world is a big matter, you only seek blessings all day long, not to get out of the sea of life and death, if you are lost, how can you be saved? Go quickly! Don't delay! Think is useless! Those who see sex, you must see what you say. If this is the case, the wheel knife will also be seen. ”

Zhu Bajie suddenly had a strange thought in his heart, that is, I am afraid that the real truth and great wisdom in the world can only be comprehended by mortals who have no struggle in their hearts, or that people who cultivate immortals and desperately pursue the highest realm, maybe in the end it will be dust to dust and earth to earth.

Shaking his head, Zhu Bajie pulled back his thoughts, he came this time to look for relics, but now that he has turned around in Shaolin Temple, there is still no movement of any relics, but the thoughts in his heart come and go, is this a chance?

The sound of the morning bell and the dusk drum has been dangling in Zhu Bajie's ears for more than half a month, many Shaolin Temple monks now see Zhu Bajie, they are all saluting with their hands folded, because they feel strange, Zhu Bajie is neither a monk nor a pilgrim, but he is constantly wandering in the Shaolin Temple, it seems that he has traveled all over every corner, and from time to time he will discuss Buddhism with them.

"Early in the morning into the ancient temple, the first sun shines on the high forest. ”

"The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees. ”

"The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, and the pond shadow is empty. ”

"It's all silent, but Yu Zhong chime!"

Suddenly, a monk was crazy, his robe was shabby, his face was full of filth, his face was still oily, and he shouted loudly in Shaolin Temple, and some little monks had strange emotions in their eyes, but no one came out to stop them.

Many pilgrims seem to be commonplace, Zhu Bajie is puzzled, according to reason, Shaolin Temple is strictly forbidden to drink, but this monk did not abide by the rules and precepts, but no one intercepted, but the most important thing is that this monk just now A poem is so intoxicating.

"Master Nengyi, who is this monk?" As soon as Zhu Bajie's words came out, the monk stared at Zhu Bajie dumbfounded, and he admired Zhu Bajie in his heart at the moment, for no other reason, it was because of the title of Zhu Bajie's senior monk, when he first joined the Shaolin Temple, he almost went up to give this crazy monk a few feet, but later I learned that this crazy monk was the real monk.

The emperor of the previous dynasty once asked him to relieve his psychological confusion, and when he inquired, he learned that this monk had lived in the Shaolin Temple for more than 200 years, and even the abbot saw him, and he had to salute and call the patriarch.

"The Bajie donor, it's really a good eye, I can see at a glance the surviving patriarch of my Shaolin Temple, the little monk admires, admires!"

The crazy monk glanced at Zhu Bajie, and then with a filthy big hand, wiped his face, and walked towards the side step by step, two steps and three steps, not so much walking, but stumbling, but Zhu Bajie followed closely, I don't know why, his intuition told him that the opportunity he was looking for seemed to have arrived.

In the mountain behind Shaolin Temple, Zhu Bajie once came, and it is still a verdant towering ancient tree, and the sound of gurgling water in the mountains accompanies the ears, and the crazy monk in front has stopped and sat on the ground indiscriminately, and there are no monks sitting cross-legged, very casual.

"Amitabha! The donor's breath is elegant, his understanding is transparent, and he can be polite in Xia Hui!"

When Zhu Bajie heard this, he suddenly admired it in his heart, and he didn't do anything wrong in the Elysium in the past, but said with a respectful face: "It turned out to be Zen Master Huineng, which is really admirable.

"The donor is here, in the next wish has been fulfilled, once entrusted by the old man, to the life of the realization and a relic, to the destined person, from the moment the donor came to my Shaolin Temple, in the next has already understood, the fate of the person is coming!" Huineng's words made Zhu Bajie a little puzzled.

"Zen Master Huineng, I don't know why you can sense me?"

After Zen Master Huineng finished speaking, a burst of golden light suddenly appeared in his hand, and then a relic flew towards Zhu Bajie, Zhu Bajie understood, and the relic was in the hand of Zen Master Huineng.

When Zhu Bajie caught the relic, Zen Master Huineng suddenly disappeared, drew into a golden light, and directly entered Zhu Bajie's body.

This time Zhu Bajie understood, Huineng Zen Master turned out to be a distraction of the Dharma Patriarch, just waiting for someone destined to get the inheritance, this half a month is to test Zhu Bajie, if Zhu Bajie comes and leaves, then not only can the relics not be obtained, but this inheritance can not be obtained.

For this sudden inheritance, Zhu Bajie was very excited in his heart, although he didn't want to be a monk, but his second incarnation, up to now, is already an immortal cultivator, let the second incarnation to comprehend this inheritance, to comprehend the magic that the Bodhidharma patriarch once created: "Bodhidharma Buddha Light!"

Now that it has been decided, Zhu Bajie immediately transmitted this inheritance directly to the second incarnation, it can be said that he and the second incarnation can sense each other, so it is not difficult to transform this inheritance.

Zhu Bajie sat cross-legged in the mountain, his own body was comprehending the eleventh and twelfth volumes of "Reincarnation", the eleventh volume was almost finished, and this time the twelfth volume, which had made no progress, actually made Zhu Bajie have an inexplicable understanding in this half a month.

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Elysium is slowly changing, Putuo Mountain, Tang Seng and others have already found the reincarnation of Rulai, and they are protecting it with all their might, everything is going on in an orderly manner, just waiting for the deadline of 7749 years to arrive.

However, Zhu Bajie's eighteen relics have not yet been collected, and now there are still three, and Dapeng Bird also told him the whereabouts of another relic, that is, Wuzhi Mountain.

Zhu Bajie never thought that the Wuzhi Mountain back then was actually made by using a relic, otherwise he really couldn't trap Sun Wukong, after all, Sun Wukong at that time, but he was completely demonized, according to Sun Wukong's own words, at that time, he was really not afraid of heaven and earth, according to strength, at that time he was equivalent to the cultivation of the peak of the ancestral immortal.

A year has passed slowly, and the second incarnation has fully accepted the inheritance, just waiting for it to be digested slowly, Zhu Bajie believes that one day in the future, the second incarnation will definitely be his biggest killer feature.

He walked in the Shaolin Temple again, people can no longer see the crazy monk, but the mouth is full of Zen monks, but the Shaolin Temple is still ongoing, the monks should exercise their bodies, chant the scriptures, carry the water, and chop the wood......

Zhu Bajie left Shaolin Temple, for a passerby like him, the monks of Shaolin Temple have long forgotten him, after all, there are no less than 100 pilgrims who enter Shaolin Temple every day!

When Zhu Bajie came to Wuzhi Mountain again, Wuzhi Mountain is still bare, everything has not changed, but there is one less monkey who yells all day long, and the shepherd boy who gave Sun Wukong peaches to eat at the foot of the mountain has turned into dust, but there are still shepherd boys in the mountains.

"Do you know? Back then, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather said that there was a very powerful monkey under this mountain, which was said to have offended the heavens and was punished, tell our family not to bully that monkey, treat him well, that monkey is actually very pitiful!"

One of the children with pigtails on his head and sitting on the back of a big buffalo said with a proud face, as if he knew these things, no one else knew, how could he know those children, he immediately laughed, and said at the same time: "Your family, since your father's father has been a braggart king, where are there any monkeys, or pressed under the mountain, this mountain is so high, can you live under the pressure?"

The little shepherd boy suddenly became anxious, and opened his mouth to scold: "You laymen won't understand, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather said, that's a fairy!"

"Fart, how can there be any immortals, if there are immortals, is your family still so poor?" said one of the well-dressed shepherd boys.

It seems that the braggart shepherd boy feels that there is some truth, why is he still so poor when he has met a fairy in his own family? He shook his head at the moment, but he still chose to believe the words of his grandfather's grandfather, and corrected: "Anyway, I know that there is a big monkey fairy under this mountain!"