Seven years passed in the blink of an eye. One day, Bodhi Patriarch tapped him on the head three times, and Sun Wukong understood what the Patriarch meant.
He went there in the dead of night, and just as he had guessed, the patriarch taught him the Great Celestial Immortal Technique, the Somersault Cloud, and the Seventy-Two Transformations.
Actually, he already knew how to do the Seventy-Two Transformations a long time ago.
After finishing the course, I continued to lie low.
He also wanted to learn more immortal techniques from Patriarch Bodhi to help him overcome tribulations.
Li Ming had said that he was destined to face a calamity, but he did not specify what kind of calamity it was.
Bodhi Patriarch gave him no more new knowledge. Sun Wukong felt something was wrong and continued to beg him, wanting to learn more. He asked if he could go into the library to learn.
Bodhi Patriarch paused for a moment, thought about it, and then told him to go and learn.
Several years passed, and Bodhi Patriarch felt there was a problem.
"According to the original plot, Sun Wukong should have spent the summer after learning the Seventy-Two Transformations playing with his fellow disciples. Then, Sun Wukong would show off his newfound magic by transforming into a tree. I would then use this as an excuse to drive the monkey away. But why is it not quite as planned?"
Patriarch Bodhi stroked his beard, and after some calculations, he couldn't figure out what the problem was.
"Could it be a variable? Oh well, let him stay a few more years."
For several years, Sun Wukong behaved himself well, never made a mistake, was extremely cautious, and was incredibly steady—more reliable and reliable than all his fellow disciples.
Bodhi Patriarch tried to get rid of him several times, but had no reason to do so.
"Wukong, you've been here for so long, don't you miss home? Do you want to go back?" Patriarch Bodhi asked tentatively.
“Master, I told you before I came that I wouldn’t go back until I had learned the skills. I feel that I am still not strong enough. Master, I want to continue learning.”
"..." Bodhi Patriarch's face darkened.
Seeing that Patriarch Bodhi had finally spoken to him, Sun Wukong quickly asked, "Master, do you have any immortal techniques here that can transcend the six realms, annihilate stars with a flick of the wrist, and create a universe?"
Bodhi Patriarch left with a dark face. Something was wrong with this monkey; had he gone stupid from reading too much?
Seeing that Bodhi Patriarch ignored him, Sun Wukong stayed there, finishing his usual chores and then reading books, never stopping for a moment.
He was more hardworking than anyone else.
This earned the secret admiration of his fellow disciples, who often studied late into the night, making many of them feel ashamed.
Several more years passed. Sun Wukong read many books and learned a great deal of magic. His fellow disciples would often ask him questions when they had something they didn't understand.
Even monkeys can answer all of them.
The Bodhi Patriarch felt increasingly uneasy; if Sun Wukong didn't leave soon, something bad would happen.
I have to find a reason to get rid of him, but I can't think of a suitable one.
A few days later, Sun Wukong saw that Patriarch Bodhi had aged a lot, looked listless, and had very dark circles under his eyes, as if he had suffered some kind of blow.
He quickly stepped forward and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"
"Don't talk to me, I want to be alone."
Bodhi Patriarch strolled over, pondering how to reasonably expel Sun Wukong, but he never made a mistake.
One day, the Bodhi Patriarch, in a daze, was wandering around like a soulless being when he suddenly noticed something.
He was very pleased and came up to Sun Wukong, saying, "Wukong, you stepped on an ant?"
"Is there?"
"Never mind what I said, you can continue your studies." Bodhi Patriarch felt that this reason was too far-fetched, and it was really unfair and pitiful to kick him out for this reason.
He couldn't bear to do it.
Several more years have passed.
Bodhi Patriarch gazed at the sky, at the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars, and thought to himself:
"Wukong, Wukong, please hurry up and make a mistake! If you don't, something bad is going to happen to my Crescent Moon Cave."
He's been keeping an eye on Sun Wukong all these years, but he's never done anything wrong. That's impossible.
How can a person not make mistakes?
Not to mention a monkey that's always jumping around.
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. What exactly was affecting the monkey's temperament?
He calculated it many times, but he couldn't figure out what was interfering with the monkey's original route.
However, he was about to reach his limit.
If Sun Wukong doesn't leave soon, there will be no way to clean up the mess.
He made a decision in secret.
On this day, Patriarch Bodhi summoned Sun Wukong to his side and said earnestly, "Do you know why I came to find you?"
Sun Wukong said happily, "I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Master, are you going to teach me even more powerful magic? Thank you for teaching me. I will definitely study hard. If I don't learn well, I will never go out and embarrass you."
Bodhi Patriarch suddenly stopped in Bengbu.
You monkey, you don't play by the rules!
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