Under the Xianyue Cave, a large bronze bell rang out.
There is music coming from Xieyue Cave, resounding throughout this Fangcun Mountain. The ancient sound condenses the divine principles of the avenue and floats in the void.
In the Fangcun Mountain Academy, the disciples of Zunzun had their bodies washed by the sound of Taoism. The I Ching washed their marrow on the spot, and traces of impurities flowed out of their pores.
And those Qi Refiners who have cultivated their magic power only feel that their magic power has become much more refined under the wash of the sound.
At the entrance of the Sutra Pavilion, seven figures walked out Shi Shiran.
Those were the seven members of the Yuanzi generation, and in front of them stood a demon monkey covered in hair.
Sun Wukong was about to leave the Sutra Pavilion.
"when------"
The sound of the fairy bell was then transmitted to the Academy's Scripture Collection Pavilion. This ancient attic trembled and dust fell all over the sky.
The monkey hairs trembled, and a divine voice washed Sun Wukong's body.
The disciples in the academy looked shocked and surprised.
"It's the fairy bell hanging at the entrance of Xianyue Cave!"
"That's a fairy bell. Ever since I came to Fangcun Mountain, I've never seen a fairy bell ring. Today's bell is ringing, and it's actually a blessing."
To them, the sound of the Immortal Bell alone is a supreme creation.
In each cave, those disciples who had cultivated their souls also looked curiously at Fang Cunshan for guidance.
The seven members of the round generation stood behind Sun Wukong, looking up at the top of the mountain with curious expressions.
"Senior Brother Wukong, what does this mean?"
"My grandson doesn't know either!"
Sun Wukong shook his head in confusion. This was the first time he had encountered a fairy bell chiming after going up the mountain for so long.
Suddenly, a voice came from Fangcun Mountain.
That was the voice of the fairy child.
"The ancestors have said that I will give a sermon at noon today. All my disciples in Fangcun Mountain will come to listen to the sermon."
What?
Patriarch Bodhi wants to preach!
When the disciples of Fangcun Mountain learned the news, they became excited.
In the academy, dozens of figures immediately stepped out and climbed the steps leading to the top of Fangcun Mountain.
As for those senior brothers who opened up the dojo, they used spells to bless themselves, hoping to reach the top as soon as possible and find a good position.
This is the sermon preached by Patriarch Bodhi. In their hearts, Patriarch Bodhi is an expert and a reclusive immortal.
Being able to listen to the sermons of immortals is a great blessing.
Wisdom and depth, wisdom, concentration, wisdom root, wisdom seeking, true words, true Dharma, true world...
A noble Qi Refiner uses magic power to bless himself and walks on the steps.
That would be them casting a spell in secret, hoping to be the first to reach the top of Fangcun Mountain.
This is a competition, maybe he can be valued by Patriarch Bodhi and be accepted as a closed disciple.
"It's been a while! Ancestor is finally going to preach?"
Guangshen sighed, he was leading the way, and the Book of Breathing Wind blessed him, like a divine help. In just a few steps, he measured dozens of steps, and was already far ahead of others.
That was the sermon of an immortal. Guangshen couldn't wait to listen to Patriarch Bodhi's sermon and be the first to climb to the top of Fangcun Mountain.
On the top of Fangcun Mountain, at the entrance of Xianyue Cave, there are rows of futons, fifty-two in total, which correspond to the fifty-two disciples of Fangcun Mountain.
Guangshen bowed to the fairy boy under the fairy bell, and then sat on the first futon in the first row.
After Guangshen sat down, Zhiyuan came with a fairy sword on his back. He also bowed to the fairy boy and sat in the second seat in the first row.
Then the disciples from Fangcun Mountain climbed to the top one by one and took their seats at the entrance of Xianyue Cave, waiting for the noon sermon.
Soon, these futons were filled with people, except that there were eight people missing at the end.
It was Sun Wukong and the seven people of the Yuan generation who had just worshiped at the gate of Fangcun Mountain.
Fairy Boy was not happy, but he didn't say anything. Seeing this, the other Fang Cunshan disciples frowned and whispered.
"Today the ancestor preached for the first time. Why haven't Junior Brother Wukong and the seven Junior Brothers of the Yuan generation come to listen?"
"Are they not willing to come and listen to our ancestor's first sermon?"
"That's the sermon of an immortal. The great creation is nothing more than this."
Many disciples were confused. Guangshen, Zhiyuan and Huiding were the three brothers who had the best relationship with Sun Wukong. The three of them looked at each other and Huiding stood up.
"Ancestor's sermon is an opportunity. How can we miss such an opportunity? I will bring Wukong and the others up right now."
It was still a long time before noon, and it was enough for him to go back and forth.
Immediately, Huiding stepped onto the steps again and walked towards the academy in the mountain.
At the entrance of the Academy and the Sutra Pavilion.
The six burly men looked at the top of Fangcun Mountain, and the eldest brother couldn't help but ask.
"What is the identity of the ancestor? He actually opened a forum for us to preach?"
"Brother Wukong, are we going to listen to the sermon?"
"No, no, I haven't cleaned the steps today, so I'll say goodbye."
Sun Wukong was a little impatient with the knife.
Why are these seven people like dog-skin plaster, they can't be shaken off no matter how hard they get rid of them?
But the elder brother didn't seem to hear Sun Wukong's impatience and said instead.
"It seems that senior brother looks down on the ancestor's preaching."
As soon as these words came out!
The other six members of the Yuanzi generation changed their expressions and looked nervous.
Junior Sister Yuantong said coldly.
"It's just heresy. It's natural for senior brother to disdain the ancestor's preaching."
Um?
Sun Wukong was confused.
Did my old grandson ever say that he despises his ancestor’s preaching?
He just wants to practice the perfect method. Why do they still disdain Patriarch Bodhi’s sermons?
If the ancestor was preaching and talking about the perfect road, he would have climbed the mountain and waited for the ancestor to come.
But what he practices is the perfect method passed down by the Gate of Eternal Life. Ancestor Bodhi is very strong and an immortal, but in Sun Wukong's eyes, no immortal god can compare with the Gate of Eternal Life.
Junior Sister Yuantong smiled slightly, stretched out a pair of white arms, and a scripture quietly appeared between her jade fingers.
"This is a volume of scripture that Junior Sister Yuantong obtained in Lishan a few years ago. If senior brother doesn't like the teachings of our ancestors, why not read this volume of scripture!"
The scriptures have no cover and are blank without a single word.
The six big men were a little confused when they saw this.
They could sense that Senior Sister Yuantong was as powerful as they were.
but!
Sun Wukong is related to the rise of their clan, so at this moment, the ring also moved. He took out a scroll of scriptures and saw ancient sacred and Taoist characters written on them.
That is the divine inscription of the Great Dao, the ancient demon inscription.
"The Scripture of Ten Thousand Demons!"
The meaning of the three ancient demon texts is self-evident, and Sun Wukong can see at a glance that this volume of scripture is extraordinary.
"This is a scroll of scripture that Yuan Huan and several junior brothers picked up deep in the Shiwan Mountain in the early years. However, our junior brothers and I have average qualifications and are not qualified for this method."
"I think my senior brother is so talented that he will definitely be able to practice this scripture!"
Yuantong held the book without a cover, but her eyes fell on the Book of Ten Thousand Demons, her brows furrowed, and she didn't realize that these six big men showed their confidence.
That is the Scripture of Ten Thousand Demons!
It is an ancient scripture that was spread from the palace of Wa. No big demon can refuse to practice the Ten Thousand Demons Scripture.
Didn’t Patriarch Bodhi want to preach?
After this period of thinking, they can confirm that Sun Wukong has not yet practiced Buddhism, which means that Patriarch Bodhi has not yet preached!
They want to intercept Sun Wukong before Patriarch Bodhi preaches!
