Chapter 417: Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave

“I heard that in the blessed land of cave, there is an immortal preaching that if one cultivates to become an immortal, one will have an endless lifespan, as long as the heaven and earth.”

The stone monkey became interested and asked hurriedly, “Where is that blessed land? I want to go there to seek a master and become an immortal.”

The monkeys around were talking to each other.

The stone monkey decided to go out to sea to visit the immortals in order to seek immortality.

He gathered all the monkeys and their descendants, built a raft, made a straw sail, and set out to the sea.

Yang Jian sat on the clouds and saw that the stone monkey finally moved. He used magic to call the wind, blowing the stone monkey’s raft through the Southern Continent, then to the Western Ocean, and all the way to the border of Xiniuhezhou.

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Oblique Moon Samsung Cave.

Yang Jian pretended to preach on the stage.

I noticed that the stone monkey had already come ashore and was walking in the mountains and forests.

He flicked his finger, and a ray of spiritual light flew out of the Taoist temple and transformed into an old woodcutter. He wore a bamboo hat, cloth clothes, and straw sandals. He inserted the Pangu Banner on his back, and folded the long banner to reveal the axe blade.

He cut some dead branches in the forest and carried them on his back.

The divine mind sensed that the stone monkey was not far away, so he sang loudly: “Watching the chess pieces being rotten, the clinking of woodcutters, walking slowly at the edge of the valley. Selling firewood and buying wine, laughing wildly and intoxicated. The path is high in autumn, I pillow the pine roots facing the moon, and sleep until dawn. I recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, holding an axe to cut the dead vines. I collect a load of rice, sing in the market, and exchange it for three liters of rice. There is no competition, the current price is average. I don’t know how to scheme, I don’t know honor or disgrace, I live a peaceful life. Wherever we meet, we are either immortals or Taoists, sitting quietly and talking about “Huangting”

“The gods are here.”

A sound rang out.

When he turned around, he saw a human-like creature wearing human clothes, but with a monkey-like face.

The monkey came bounding over, knelt on the ground and bowed, “Old Immortal, please accept me as your disciple.”

“What immortal? I am just a woodcutter. How dare I be called an immortal?”

“You are not a deity? Why do you speak the language of a deity?”

“Of course, the gods taught me to read it.”

The woodcutter said.

The monkey was overjoyed and asked hurriedly, “Where is the immortal?”

“Not far away, this mountain is called Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. There is a Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave in the mountain. There is a great immortal named Subhuti. He has many disciples, many of whom have become immortals. There are still thirty or forty disciples practicing. If you are interested, follow this path and go up the mountain to the south, and you will see him.”

The woodcutter said.

The monkey thanked him repeatedly: “Thank you for your guidance, old man. If I can become a master, I will definitely repay you for your guidance.”

Having said that, he jumped away.

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“Master, I have brought the layman who is seeking the Tao and immortality.”

The boy brought a monkey to the platform where Yang Jian was sitting.

Everything went as he had expected. After a conversation of a few words, he took the monkey under his seat and named him Wukong.

Yang Jian wished he could teach this monkey all his magical powers as quickly as possible, but he suddenly remembered that Nuwa had warned him not to be too deliberate, so he could only endure it.

Every day they talk about swallowing clouds and taking in air, adding mercury to refine lead, and moving furnaces and changing cauldrons.

Since then, six or seven years, the monkey still hasn’t come to find him, and Yang Jian is so anxious that he is scratching his head.

Yang Jian waited and waited, waiting for the monkey to lose his patience and want to find him to practice other methods, but he never waited for it.

Every day I watch the monkey sitting on the top of the mountain, clumsily swallowing the morning glow.

The monkey was extraordinary and had a natural divine body. Even if he just pretended to be divine, he could swallow a large amount of spiritual energy into his stomach to be refined by opening his mouth wide.

Yang Jian realized that he had neglected too much. The monkey was not an ordinary person and had extraordinary talent. The Qi-refining methods he had made up were all practiced by this monkey to perfection.

If he hadn’t used the Tai Chi diagram to block the Lingtian Fangcun Mountain, the monkey’s heavenly tribulation would have come long ago. If he wanted the monkey to follow the prescribed path, he really had to use some tricks.

That night, Yang Jian summoned all his disciples and asked them to select a few people to die the next day due to the exhaustion of their lifespans so that they could hold a funeral in the sect.

The next day.

The ground of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars Cave was covered with mourning clothes and hung with white silk, and the disciples all looked sad.

When the monkey saw this, he was shocked and asked, “Brother, what happened?”

The disciple cried and complained: “Several of my fellow practitioners failed to cultivate the Dao and passed away!”

“Why is it so? Are we still limited by our life span when we follow our master to cultivate the Dao?”

“Junior brother, you don’t know that the path of cultivation is not that easy. The path that the ancestor talked about is the orthodox path of Xuanmen. If you practice the orthodox Daluo path of Xuanmen, once you achieve the Tao, the road ahead will be smooth. However, if you want to cultivate this path, those with extraordinary talents can only barely get started. Most disciples have no chance of achieving the Tao and can only turn into a pile of bones after a hundred years.”

The monkey suddenly became anxious: “Brother, have you seen me cultivate for seven years? Have I achieved enlightenment?”

The disciple shook his head, looking at the monkey’s vigorous spirit, whose cultivation had reached the celestial realm, and said with a guilty conscience: “You are still far behind. Compared with these brothers, your talent is poor. You will definitely not be able to cultivate the way of Daluo. In a hundred years, you will be nothing but a pile of dry bones.”

“This, this, this~”

The monkey suddenly became anxious. He was not suitable for the orthodox Taoism of Xuanmen, but what the ancestor said was all about the orthodox Xuanmen.

On the second day, he deliberately interrupted the master when he was preaching, saying that he had been practicing Taoism for seven years but still had not been able to attain enlightenment. The Xuanmen method was too difficult, so he wanted to try the Taiyi Taoism.

Yang Jian smiled with relief: “In Taoism, besides the main Xuanmen, there are 360 ​​other side sects, all of which have positive results. I wonder which one you want to learn?”

Wukong said: “Master, please teach me as you see fit. I will wholeheartedly respect you.”

“How about the ‘technique’? This method can help you avoid disaster and seek good fortune, and predict the mysteries of heaven. It is a superior method for finding a safe place to live.”

“Can you live forever?”

“The so-called one sip or one bite, calculating the secrets of heaven is against the harmony of nature, and a hundred disasters will befall you. Immortality is like a dream bubble, you can see it, but you can’t get it.”

“Then I won’t learn.”

Yang Jian mentioned a few more.

Whenever the monkey asked whether he could live forever, he would say no, and the monkey really didn’t choose him.

Then he jumped off the stage, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword turned into a ruler, and hit the monkey’s head three times, making it grimace in pain.

Wukong thought to himself that he was still far from achieving enlightenment. Even though his master had hit him lightly three times, he felt as if he was dying from the pain.

Yang Jian followed the route from Journey to the West in his memory, put his hands behind his back, walked into the room, closed the middle door, and left his disciples behind.

into the night.

It was three o’clock in the morning.

Yang Jian lay on the couch, waiting and waiting, but the monkey never came.

When he sent out his divine sense to take a look, he saw the monkey playing with many of his fellow disciples, drinking and having fun.

“Sure enough, the Riddler can’t accomplish anything!”

Yang Jian cursed Wu Cheng’en in his heart for misleading him so much. A light flashed from his fingers and he transformed into the woodcutter who had previously shown the way to Wukong, and walked away.

Wukong and his fellow disciples drank and had fun until three o’clock in the morning. After three rounds of wine and five dishes, they all left, leaving Wukong alone, gazing at the bright moon with a melancholy face.

“Ouch~”

Suddenly, a cry of pain was heard from outside the courtyard gate.

He hurried out and saw an old man with a sprained foot in the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)