Baby Wukong is three and a half years old [Journey to the West]

Bodhi wanted to pluck a hair of his teacher, but before he could say anything, he was chased and beaten by Daozu Hongjun with a feather duster. He had to pick up his robe and run around the main hall three times, losing all the white socks on his feet .

The little monkey sat there watching the excitement, clapping his hands and giggling with laughter.

In the end, Daozu and Bodhi decided to try it with chicken feathers.

Anyway, chicken feathers have been flying all over the hall.

Bodhi, whose bun was in a mess, sat on the cattail mat with a small flying knife in his hand, twirled a chicken feather, put it lightly on the blade, and said to his little apprentice, "Come on, blow on the feather~"

The little monkey nestled in the arms of the master, its big eyes were wide open, and its face was full of anticipation. It puffed up its cheeks and blew hard, "Huh!"

What Bodhi held in his hand was a thin feather, leaning weakly and half on the edge of the blade. When he came over in one breath, it was split into two in an instant, and the thin feathers scattered in the air with nothing to support. A few got into the little monkey's nose, causing Zai Zai to sneez several times.

With a wave of Bodhi's hand, he grabbed all the feathers, held them in the palm of his hand, lit a small flame and burned them all, and continued to show off to his disciples, "How about it, did you blow your hair off!"

The little monkey clapped his hands, and his voice was filled with admiration, "Master is amazing!"

Holding the throwing knife, Bodhi pointed at Fenghuang, who was dozing lazily on the spring bench outside the main hall, and whispered to his apprentice, "Wukong, do you see that bunch of stupid hair on Fenghuang's head?"

Mom, this can't work~

The little monkey grabbed Master's wrist, "Master, don't want it! Fenghuang loves his fur. If you get knocked down, he will burn your hair with fire!"

Ah, really?

Bodhi looked at his apprentice, the little monkey nodded solemnly, and said in a childlike voice, "Fenghuang has told me several times that Master was the most mischievous when he was young, and he was cute when he pulled his tail feathers. He also said that when you grow up this time, if you No matter how annoying you are, he will burn you into a bald man for revenge!"

Oh ~

Bodhi's ears turned red, and he coughed, feeling very embarrassed: This Phoenix, why does he tell his apprentice everything!

It's too much, even making a small report in front of Wukong!

He stroked his dark and thick hair, thought for a while, and sighed, "Well, in order to keep Master's handsome appearance, the Three Realms will not lose such a majestic and fairy-like fairy like Master, so as to have more If a bald man comes, then Master will not target the Phoenix."

Hongjun Taoist ancestor said, his little apprentice is really, as always, shameless and thick-skinned!

"Then what shall we choose as our target?"

Both the master and the apprentice looked out together. There were many ginkgo trees growing in the front yard of Zixiao Palace. It was just in time for autumn. There was a tree with golden leaves and ginkgo fruits. The little monkey’s eyes are very useful. Pointing Zhitou said, "Master, there are two ginkgo fruits growing together on that bunch of ginkgo fruits, can you knock them down?"

Bodhi glanced at it, and with a flick of his wrist, the flying knife flew out with a swish of his fingertips, and then he waved his hand again, a silver light appeared, and the flying knife came back by itself.

Bodhi shook his finger at his apprentice, "Look, master has added a small formation to the flying knife. When it is thrown out, it will come back by itself, so you don't have to pick it up yourself. How about it, isn't it amazing?"

The little monkey looked at the flying knife several times, and asked eagerly, "Master, what about Bai Guo?"

Ginkgo?Bodhi put the flying knife back into the knife holder, "Ginkgo? It should have fallen to the ground, right? Wukong has to pick it up~"

After all, flying knives are used to hurt people, not to pick fruit!

Hongjun Daozu sneered, waved his hands, took the ginkgo fruit that Bodhi had knocked down, and handed it to Zaizai, "Here, here it is, Grandpa brought it back to Wukong, let's play with it!"

The little monkey held it in the palm of his hand and saw that it was indeed the strange fruit he saw just now, and he couldn't help but sweetly said, "Thank you, grandpa~~"

Daoist Hongjun and Patriarch Bodhi's sparkling gazes met in mid-air!

Bodhi couldn't stare at his teacher, so he went to coax his disciple, "Wukong, will Master take you to learn flying knives?"

The little monkey was happily playing with the fruit, and wanted to peel it open to see what it looked like inside, but was afraid that it would be too smelly and sticky to his hands, so he was hesitating. Hearing what the master said, he asked in puzzlement, "Master, fly fruit!" Isn’t it enough to throw the knife accurately? Is it still necessary to learn?”

ah?Don't you need to learn?

Bodhi was also a little at a loss, "If you don't practice, how can you throw it accurately? You have to learn the technique of exerting force, the strength of the force, and the angle. You also need to practice the accuracy."

The little monkey's face was exactly the same blank as the master's, "Just throw it away, why are there so many details?"

The little monkey sat cross-legged with his legs spread out, stood up from the mat, and took out a throwing knife, "Master, can I try?"

Okay, Bodhi nodded, "Be careful Wukong, don't hurt yourself, then where are you going to hit?"

The little monkey thought for a while and said, "Master chooses a place, let's see if I can hit it right!"

Little thing, the tone is not small, and Bodhi didn't make things difficult for his disciples. He pointed to a string of bells falling from the rain and said, "Just ring that bell!"

The little monkey took a look, "It's a bit close," he counted, the string of bells stretched from the eaves to the lotus pot below, there were a total of twelve small bells, "Master, which bell should I ring? Pierce through, or shoot down?"

Bodhisattva said that his apprentice is quite impatient, but his cub is very strong, if it is accurate to the head and feet, it is not impossible to pierce through it, so he said casually, "This is your grandfather's antique, don't break it , it’s fine if you ring it, then hit the third one!”

The little monkey said, "Then tie it into the eye of the chain on the top." Wukong looked down at the tip of the knife, "This one is a bit thick, not easy to tie!"

Just as Bodhi was about to say something, the master will make a dart for you, when he saw a flash of cold light in front of him, and only heard a ding, he turned his head and looked, the cold light had already flown back, the little monkey held the flying dart, and said happily , "Sure enough, it can fly back! Master, it looks like a bird!"

Bodhi and Daoist Hongjun looked at the rain bells under the porch together, and there were indeed two shallow gaps in the chain on the third bell, which were pierced by flying knives and fell down.

Bodhi and the teacher looked at each other, very pleasantly surprised, then pointed to the ginkgo branches in the distance and said, "Can Wukong knock down the highest bunch of ginkgo fruits for Master?"

The little monkey nodded, and said in a childlike voice, "It can be beaten down, Master's bird is very useful, much easier to throw away than pebbles!" After the words fell, two silver lights flashed again and again. .

There was a clatter in the courtyard, and looking again, the top branches of the ginkgo had fallen down.

Daoist Hongjun and Bodhi applauded together, "Our Wukong is awesome!"

The little monkey proudly puffed out his chubby belly, "Not at all~"

This modest look is quite unique!

The two adults hugged the little monkey and had a rare meal.

Zai Zai was kissed in a mess again, squatting in front of the knife sheath and asked Bodhi, "Master, will you give me all the five bird flying knives?"

Bodhi smiled and said, "You have already named them, who else can give them to you?"

He picked up the little monkey and said, "Do you want Master to make you another set of darts?"

Wukong rarely saw hidden weapons, so he put his arms around Master's neck and asked, "What does a dart look like?"

Bodhi drew in the air with his hand, bowed up the clear water, and made a dart in the air, "That's it, the head is pointed."

Oh, the little monkey took a closer look and understood, "A flying knife can pierce a bone, and a dart can poke a hole!"

Hey~ His cub is so cruel!

Bodhi gave a thumbs up and said, "That's right, that's it! Master will make the most beautiful darts for Wukong~"

The little monkey came over and put his arms around Master's neck, and said in a childlike voice, "Thank you Master~"

Bodhi didn't know how hard it was to be coaxed, and she wished she could fly there now and make ten or eight sets of small darts for Zai Zai.

It's just that he hugged his apprentice for a while, and then he didn't leave~

Hongjun Daozu snorted, too lazy to argue with him: Unfilial disciples, how long can they stay in Zixiao Palace anyway?In the future, it is not necessary to live in the lower world, how long can I get close to Wukong?

I don't know how to understand the teacher and father at all!

Fortunately, Bodhi got bored with the little apprentice for a while, and felt that it was enough to "show off" with the teacher, so he gave the cub to the teacher's care, and went to the refining room by himself.

The little monkey nestled in his grandfather's arms and sighed, "Master is very busy, brother is also very busy, everyone looks very busy~"

Seeing such a small person, Hongjun Daozu sighed like a small adult, and thought it was funny, "Our Wukong is also very busy~"

The little monkey was frowning, took out the four treasures of the study, and wanted to practice calligraphy, "Yes, I am also very busy, Grandpa, I want to practice calligraphy, you play by yourself first, after I finish practicing calligraphy, I will take you to the school grounds Watch me practice the golden cudgel, okay?"

Are you okay~ Hongjun Daozu sat down at the table in a regular manner, with his hands in his sleeves, "Grandpa, don't make a sound, don't disturb Wukong~"

The little monkey was so considerate, he took out a brocade scroll and handed it to Daozu Hongjun, "Grandpa, let's watch this first to relieve boredom!"

Ok?

Hongjun Daozu took it, opened it, and at the beginning of the scroll, there were five big characters written: The Story of the Fairy Descending to Earth.

What book is this?

Fairy down?Which fairy has gone to hell?If you stay well in the sky, what will you do in the lower realm?The Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother called it down?

This is the record manual in the mortal world?How did Goku get this?

The old Daozu was full of doubts in his heart, and continued to open the scroll, only to see that it was written under the title, "Written by Jin Yuanzi". Oh, it seems that this scroll was written by a person named Jin Yuanzi.

Could it be that Jin Yuanzi is that junior who descended to the mortal world?

Daoist Hongjun took a closer look, and then there was another line of small characters, which read, "This story is purely fictitious. If there is any similarity, it's great. This is how the fairies in the sky do things~"

What is this and what?

This is a story book?

The old Taoist ancestor looked up and looked at his little grandson. He was a small person, kneeling upright in front of the table, holding a brush and practicing calligraphy carefully. Be serious!

Hongjun Daozu didn't dare to disturb, so he had to look down slowly, looked at it, and looked in.

When Wukong finished practicing the big characters and was about to go to the school to practice stick skills, he saw his grandfather was still reading the storybook written by the seventh sister. It's in the story.

The little monkey shook Daozu's sleeve, "Grandpa, Grandpa, I'm going to the primary school, will you still accompany me?"

For a moment, Lao Daozu almost blurted out the word "not going".

Fortunately, a gust of cold breeze blew on Daozu Hongjun's heart, and the old fairy came to his senses all of a sudden, rolled up the scroll with a smile, got up and said, "Go, grandpa will go with Wukong!"

The little monkey whispered to Grandpa quietly, "Grandpa, take a look slowly. Seventh Sister has been writing since she came back from Biyou Palace. She has written several books now. After Grandpa finishes reading this, I will go talk to Seventh Sister again." Say, lend me those few books for you to read!"

Daozu Hongjun also asked in a low voice, "Has Wukong read all these stories?"

The little monkey shook his head, "No, I don't have much time, I don't have much time to read storybooks, but sister Seven probably told me the stories here, when I went to Yaochi to appease Huahua, Huahua was sleeping, Seventh sister told me stories to pass the time."

"Grandpa read this book, it was given to me by Seventh Sister as a souvenir, and I only have this one. Grandpa will return it to me after reading it~ You can't break it~"

The little monkey said in a low voice again, "Or Seventh Sister will be sad!"

Daozu Hongjun nodded, "Grandpa must be careful!"

hee hee~

The little monkey said happily, "Grandpa also likes the stories written by sister Seven?"

Daozu Hongjun nodded, "Little girl has a lot of ideas!"

The little monkey said, "I also think that Seventh Sister's writing is very interesting, much more fun than the original script in the mortal world!"

Daoist Hongjun asked curiously, "Oh? What kind of routine is written in the book of mortal words?"

Now that we have arrived at the small school grounds, the little monkey took his grandfather's hand and asked him to sit down on the stone bench next to him, "Grandpa, let me practice the stick technique first, and I will go to Yaochi to see it later." Looking at Huahua, Seventh Sister bought a lot of books on mortal stories, saying that she was making a counterexample, so I will borrow a few from her and show them to you, okay?"

Daoist Hongjun blushed, thinking that he was not doing a proper job, and he would probably be picked up by the younger generations again, but the old Daoist didn't care, he was so old and in such a position, what happened to reading a few words?

So he nodded and said, "Okay, then Grandpa will wait for Wukong~"

The grandparent and grandson gave each other a high-five, and the little monkey changed into bunt clothes and left the stage with a golden cudgel.

After fighting once, the little monkey stopped his moves and ran back to drink water. Seeing that his grandfather was still reading and didn't hear his own footsteps, he couldn't help but smile: When he goes to Yaochi, he must tell sister Seven , Grandpa also loves to read the book she wrote!

At that time, Seventh Sister will be able to write "Daozu read it and agreed" on the title cover~

After practicing the cudgel technique heartily, Wukong put away the golden cudgel and looked at Lao Daozu again. He probably had finished watching and was looking at him with a smile on the sidelines.

The little monkey ran over, "Grandpa, grandpa, then I went to Yaochi?"

This time Daozu agreed very happily, but he just told him as usual, "Come back soon~"

The little monkey patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, grandpa, I'll be back after I finish reading Huahua and her cubs!"

The old Daozu blushed, seeing the little monkey rattling and shouting "Brother Qiongqi, we should go~" while running away, he unavoidably took out the scroll in his arms, intending to read it from the beginning.

After the fairy came down to earth, when he met a mortal man who was daydreaming and thinking of the fairy coming to rescue him, how did he curse him?

It's so refreshing to watch!

He decided to read it several times carefully and memorize this passage!

Wukong rode Qiongqi happily to Yaochi, and went straight to the animal garden. Sure enough, everyone was there. As soon as the little monkey arrived, he was pulled in by the seventh princess, "Hurry up, Wukong, Huahua's balls have come out of their shells again." one!"

The little monkey looked over in surprise: ah, it's a fiery red fur ball!

The little furball was probably full, so he hiccupped while standing there, and Wukong said in surprise, "Ah, it can breathe fire!"

Seventh Princess was proud, "Caifeng can only spray water~ This cub is not like him! How stupid!"

Nesting next to his wife, Caifeng, whose forehead was bald several times by flowers, didn't mind. Whether it was a little black ball or a little fireball, Caifeng's father would kiss each other affectionately with his mouth. , Push the cubs into the mother's belly: that weird, evil, and very popular little monkey is here again!

Cubs hide quickly, don't tell him to abduct him!