Journey to the West: God-level Treasure Chest System

"But who ever thought that the senior brother's cultivation was not good enough, and he was blocked and injured by a formation of the junior brother!"

"Patriarch, you have to decide for me, Wukong, I am innocent!"

After speaking, Sun Wukong showed a look of grievance, and then he had a posture of crying and calling his mother, and he was about to pounce in the direction of the ancestor Bodhi.

Ancestor Bodhi raised his brows, and a magical power hit him, making Sun Wukong stagnant and unable to move forward.

"What a monkey, push the responsibility cleanly!"

Sun Wukong refused to talk about the situation when he took the initiative to take action, but only added fuel to the content that was beneficial to him, and put himself completely in the position of a victim.

This set of shameless rhetoric has been manipulated smoothly.

For a moment, Patriarch Bodhi had the illusion that this Sun Wukong was really his own disciple.

"Forget it, since that's the case, I won't punish you this time!"

Seeing that Sun Wukong speaks without leakage, Bodhi Patriarch said so helplessly.

After all, this Xieyue Sanxingdong is just a stage for many human races to accompany the prince, Sun Wukong, to study.

Although Na Yingzhen was also his disciple, he was insignificant, not to mention that he was the one who took the initiative, and now he has suffered so much that he can't blame others.

"Thank you, Patriarch!" When Sun Wukong heard the conclusion of Patriarch Bodhi's coffin, he immediately cleaned up his expression, as if he had nothing to do.

The rest of the disciples were stunned.

They thought that Sun Wukong could not escape punishment no matter what.

Didn't expect this to happen.

At this moment, Bodhi Patriarch's favoritism towards Sun Wukong is already well known by passersby.

"In the past, you didn't know when to preach as a teacher, so I don't blame you. From today onwards, you can't be left behind!" Patriarch Bodhi said sternly to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong naturally nodded his head in a convincing manner, "Follow the teacher's orders!"

After speaking, Patriarch Bodhi did not do what he thought, and regardless of how the disciples in the sect behaved, he started to preach without haste or slow.

The preaching time lasted for half a day, and this half-day preaching time was not very effective for the disciples in the hall today.

All they thought about was Sun Wukong.

After the sermon was over, they did not hesitate to look for that Yingzhen.

But when they saw that Yingzhen coughed up blood repeatedly and was seriously injured, they came back to their senses and realized that Sun Wukong was indeed a difficult person to mess with.

In the next time, they all restrained all actions, and no longer showed any hostility to Sun Wukong.

After all, Sun Wukong's own strength is strong, coupled with the favor of his ancestors, how can these people fight against Sun Wukong?

Or don't humiliate yourself and ask for trouble.

And this is the effect Sun Wukong wants.

During the next period of time, Patriarch Bodhi preached very frequently.

Sun Wukong also never gave up in every sermon, and listened to the sermon with all respect.

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Chapter [-]: Preaching in the middle of the night

Chapter [-]: Preaching in the middle of the night

In fact, the content of Patriarch Bodhi's sermons did not contain the real method of cultivation.

Most of them are some breath-taking methods and insights.

After listening to it a few times, Sun Wukong also understood that many disciples in the Xieyue Sanxing Cave were all because of their poor cultivation.

What Bodhi Patriarch said is of great benefit to ordinary monks and many mortals.

But the human race who can apprentice to the Xieyue Sanxing Cave are not ordinary people.

Many of them are the royal blood of the human race.

They are more talented than ordinary humans.

Therefore, although the methods of breathing and inhalation mentioned by the ancestors of Bodhi were helpful to them, they could not make them achieve prosperity.

From this point, it can be seen that Patriarch Bodhi is not interested in these disciples.

Sun Wukong has been waiting for Patriarch Bodhi to teach him the exercises.

He seemed quite disappointed at the moment, so after listening to the sermon several times, Sun Wukong also seemed listless.

On this day, Patriarch Bodhi was preaching at the seat, but Sun Wukong fell asleep when he heard it.

"Okay, you monkey head, other people just listen to it, why are you dozing off here?"

While Patriarch Bodhi spoke and reprimanded, Sun Wukong was suddenly shocked.

"This picture seems familiar!"

In the original work, Sun Wukong was taught by the ancestor Bodhi in this way, and then the ancestor Bodhi called Sun Wukong in the middle of the night to teach the way of the gods.

The Dapin Heavenly Immortal Art and the Seventy-two Transformations were taught under such circumstances.

At the moment, Sun Wukong did not hesitate, and directly said to Patriarch Bodhi.

"Patriarch, there is nothing I want to learn in your teaching!"

The disciples below all stared at him angrily, but they became smarter and no longer acted to scold Sun Wukong at this moment.

After all, they all knew very well that even if Sun Wukong made a big mistake, Patriarch Bodhi would laugh it off.

And it is not the first time they have seen such abrupt remarks from Sun Wukong.

Even if they were dissatisfied, they could only watch silently.

Ancestor Bodhi said a little annoyed.

"Bastard, the Tao taught by the teacher includes the governance of heaven and earth, and there are countless mysteries in the universe. It can be said that there are all kinds of things. How can there be nothing you want to learn?"

And Sun Wukong also curled his lips and said, "Patriarch, what you said is too illusory, and the disciple wants to learn something useful."

Ancestor Bodhi shook his head, as if he was quite dissatisfied with Sun Wukong's statement.

But he didn't blame Sun Wukong for that.

"Since that's the case, how can being a teacher not meet your requirements? Let's talk about what you want to learn?"

Sun Wukong shook his head, "Also ask the Patriarch to call the shots!"

Patriarch Bodhi stroked his long white beard, and then said, "Patriarch, I have three thousand sects here, as well as divination and divination, and the method of hanging pots to save the world, which one would you like to learn?"

Sun Wukong answered quickly, "Dare to ask the patriarch, can these things last forever?"

"cannot!"

"That disciple doesn't learn!"

Sun Wukong shook his head, "This disciple must learn the skills of true longevity, so that the sky can't cover my eyes, and the earth can't trap my heart!"

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"You monkey head don't learn this or that, the ancestor has nothing to give you!"

I saw Old Ancestor Bodhi with a sullen face, beat Sun Wukong on the head three times with a ruler, and then left.

The rest of the disciples all stared at Sun Wukong angrily, and the meaning expressed in their eyes couldn't be more obvious.

"It's all your fault, you monkey head, you have to give up the anger of the ancestors before you give up?"

If it wasn't because their strength was not comparable to Sun Wukong, I'm afraid they would really rush up and beat Sun Wukong at this time.

However, at this time, they could only stare blankly, unable to do anything.

On the other hand, Sun Wukong did not have any expression, but left the hall after the ancestor Bodhi left.

For everything that happened at the moment, Sun Wukong knew in his heart, it was the plot in the original work.

At the third watch in the evening, Sun Wukong came out of the cave, and then unknowingly rushed towards Bodhi Patriarch's room.

It is naturally unrealistic to try to deceive the ancestors of Bodhi with his cultivation, but it is easy for Sun Wukong to satisfy those disciples whose cultivation is less than a fairy.

"You monkey head don't sleep at night, what are you doing outside?"

Sun Wukong had just arrived, and the voice of the ancestor Bodhi came from the room.

Sun Wukong is funny, didn't you call me over here?

Of course, it is impossible for him to speak like this to the ancestor Bodhi, which is really disrespectful.

I saw that he decisively pushed the door and entered, bowing his hands to Patriarch Bodhi.

"The patriarch beat the disciple's head three times during the day to get the disciple to come three times at night. Such a subtle way is to remind me to go through the back door."

"I don't know if the disciple guessed it right?"

Ancestor Bodhi said with a smile, "You are a little clever!"

However, just when Patriarch Bodhi was going to get up from the cloud bed.

However, he found that the Sun Wukong in front of him turned out to be a little excited.

"Patriarch, wait, I'll help you!"

Then he saw Sun Wukong come in three or two steps and leap forward in one step, directly supporting Bodhi Patriarch's arm.

He looked like a dutiful son and grandson wearing sackcloth and filial piety.

And Patriarch Bodhi seemed to feel that he was like a grandfather of seventy or eighty years old, to the point where he needed someone to help him.

Old Ancestor Bodhi felt awkward, but it was not easy to reprimand Monkey King for his flattering behavior.

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Chapter [-]: Xuanyuan Good Fortune