I have a role in the heavens

The Monkey King visited the Immortal Path, but unexpectedly met him. I spent more than eighty-nine years in Nanfanbuzhou, walking along the Great Wall, and visiting small counties. Suddenly traveling to the western sea, he thought that there must be gods overseas. We made bamboo rafts alone and floated across the West Sea to the border of Xiniu Hezhou.

The Monkey King is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and does not have any anxiety or eagerness. He has been hanging out in the world of mortals for these years, and has become more and more profound in his practice of the Sutra of Peace and Freedom. He was able to practice, so he became calmer. What's more, he had a vague guess in his heart. Since the ape had persuaded him to go to sea to practice immortality and visit Taoism, there would definitely be an opportunity waiting for him, so he became more and more calm. His Taoist heart was clear and his wisdom was great. Sheng.

On this day, the Monkey King walked to a mountain. The building here was extraordinary. He had a vague idea in his heart. He was afraid that the fairy fate he was looking for might be found here. He quickened his steps and walked into the mountain. , I only saw this mountain: the mountains are beautiful and the foothills of the forest are deep. Thousands of peaks open their halberds, and thousands of people open their arms. The sun reflects the misty light and locks the green, and the rain collects the cold dark green color. Withered vines entwine the old trees, and the ancient journey across the border is secluded. There are rare flowers and auspicious grasses, bamboos and pine trees. The cultivated bamboos and pine trees will be evergreen for thousands of years, and they will despise the blessed land; the rare flowers and auspicious grasses will not thank you at all times. The crow of the secluded bird is near, and the sound of the source is clear. There are many valleys surrounded by orchids, and moss grows on the cliffs everywhere. If the dragon's veins are good in the ups and downs of the mountains, there must be an expert who can hide his name.

While the Monkey King was watching, he suddenly heard someone's voice deep in the forest. He hurriedly walked into the forest and listened carefully. It turned out to be the sound of singing. The song goes like this: "Watching chess players, felling trees, walking slowly at the valley entrance by the clouds, selling firewood and drinking wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The autumn is high in the sky, I lean on the pine roots against the moon, and sleep at dawn. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliffs and cross the ridges, Hold an ax to cut off withered vines. Collect them into a load and go to the market to sell three liters of rice. There is no competition among others, the current price is average, no scheming, no honor or disgrace, tranquility and longevity. Where we meet, it is either immortal or Tao. Sit quietly and talk about Huang Ting.”

The Monkey King was certain in his heart that it was indeed the case. The opportunity he had been looking for for eight or nine years was right here. Although he had already made up his mind, he did not show it. He pretended to be surprised and rushed to the singer. After a quick look, But it was a mountain woodcutter.

The woodcutter wears a bamboo hat on his head, which is the first time the new bamboo shoots have taken off the bamboo hat. The cloth on the body is made of cotton yarn. The sash around the waist is made of silk spun from the mouth of an old silkworm. Stepping on straw sandals feels like the dry sand rubbing against your feet. He holds a steel ax in his hand and holds a fire and hemp rope. He raised the steel ax in his hand and struck at the pine wood in front of him.

The Monkey King didn't think it was strange, he saluted devoutly and said respectfully.

"Old immortal, my disciple is polite!"

The woodcutter was startled by the sudden appearance of the Monkey King, and when he heard himself being called a god, he quickly dropped the steel ax in his hand, waved his hands, and declined.

"You can't do it, you can't do it. I'm just a woodcutter in the mountains. How can I be a god?"

The Monkey King glanced at the steel ax thrown on the ground by the woodcutter. A hint of understanding flashed deep in his eyes, but his face remained calm as he continued.

"How can I not believe that I heard the old immortal just composing a song and singing: When we meet, we are either immortals or Taoists. We sit quietly and talk about Huang Ting. Huang Ting is the moral mantra. What are you if you are not an immortal?"

When the Monkey King was hanging around in the mortal world, he also read the Huangting Sutra and knew that it was a true Taoist sutra. However, it was a pity that there was no practice method left in this sutra. The secret is that you cannot embark on the path of spiritual practice.

When the woodcutter heard what the Monkey King said, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that this hozen, raised by nature, had actually read the Huangting Sutra, but he didn't take it seriously and smiled casually.

"To be honest, the name Man Ting Fang was taught to me by an enlightened immortal. The immortal lived next to me. He saw that I was working hard at home and was troubled every day, so he taught me how to use this phrase whenever I encountered troubles. I recite the poem. One is to relax my mind, and the other is to relieve my difficulties. I just had some troubles and thoughts, so I recited this poem. I don’t want you to hear it, misunderstand me, and mistake me for a god!"

When the Monkey King heard that the god and the woodcutter were neighbors, he bowed his head and bowed, his eyes sparkling with wisdom, and he murmured in his heart that it was indeed the case, so he couldn't help but ask with great joy.

"Please give me some pointers as to where the immortal lives, so that I can go there and seek my fate!"

The woodcutter was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but look at the monkey in surprise. According to common sense, the monkey heard that he and the gods were neighbors. Shouldn't he be more curious about why he had never practiced? How could he skip this link and ask directly? The abode of the gods was completely uninterested in his own affairs and wasted a set of rhetoric he had made up.

Thinking of this, the woodcutter didn't want to waste the rhetoric he had worked so hard to make up, so he added drama to himself and said to the Monkey King very dedicatedly.

"This mountain is called Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. There is a three-star cave with a slanting moon in the mountain. There is an immortal in that cave, named Patriarch Subhuti. That Patriarch has countless disciples, and there are still thirty or forty people practicing under him. ."

"If I hadn't had a hard life and lost my father in my early years, I would still have my mother in the house and no brothers or sisters. I would have no choice but to serve him morning and night. Now my mother is old and cannot do without people's care, but because of the desolate countryside and lack of food and clothing, , I had to cut two bunches of firewood every day, carry them to the market, buy a few liters of rice for a few pennies, cook for myself, arrange some tea and rice, and support my old mother. Otherwise, I would have become a disciple of the gods and practiced cultivation. It’s better than hanging around in this mortal world.”

The Monkey King looked at the woodcutter in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he had to cooperate with him. Fortunately, the Monkey King is also an experienced actor, with superb acting skills, the woodcutter complimented.

"You are a filial gentleman, and you will have good consequences in the future."

The Monkey King praised the woodcutter. The woodcutter was also a good actor. After hearing this, his face showed a hint of humility and even a bit of yearning. The monkey had to complain secretly in his heart, but because he still had problems I need to ask for advice, so I bow here and ask.

"Then I don't know how to get to Sanxing Cave?"

Only then did the woodcutter remember that his job was to serve the Monkey King. He quickly pointed forward and turned to the Monkey King.

"It's not far. Just follow the path and go south for seven or eight miles, and you'll find his home."

The Monkey King looked at the woodcutter, and suddenly felt a desire to be narrow-minded. He grabbed the woodcutter's arm and pulled it forward, startling the woodcutter, his face changed, and he asked in a deep voice.

"What are you doing?"

The Monkey King looked at the woodcutter whose expression changed drastically, smiled slightly, and said with a cunning look in his eyes.

"Now that I need your guidance, I can find the gods. Naturally, I can't forget my great kindness. It would be better for you and me to practice together than to spend our days chopping wood in the mountains and forests!"