The Monkey King visited the Immortal Road, but had no chance to meet him. He stayed in Nanfanbuzhou, walked along the Great Wall, and visited small counties. Unexpectedly, it was more than eight or nine years ago. Suddenly he went to the Western Sea. He thought that there must be immortals overseas. He made a bamboo raft alone.

, and then drifted across the West Sea to the boundary 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 more and more indifferent. 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 ahead, so he became more and more indifferent. His Taoist heart was clear and his wisdom was bright.

Great prosperity.

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 see this mountain: beautiful high mountains, deep forest foothills. Thousands of peaks are blooming, and thousands of people are spreading their wings. The sun reflects the mist and the light is green, the rain is dark and cold, and the old trees are entangled with dead vines, and the ancient journey across the border is quiet.

The rare flowers and auspicious grasses, cultivate bamboos and pine trees. The bamboos and pine trees cultivate, they will be evergreen for thousands of years.

There are moss growing on the cliffs everywhere. The undulating mountains have good dragon veins, and there must be an expert hiding 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 attentively. It turned out to be the sound of singing. The song said: "Watching chess and cutting wood."

Ding Ding, walking slowly at the mouth of the valley beside the clouds, selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The autumn is high in the sky, leaning on pine roots against the moon, and I sleep at dawn. I recognize the old forest, climb the cliffs and ridges, cut the dead vines with an ax, and collect them into a load.

, On the market of Xingge, three liters of rice are exchanged. There is no competition among others, the current price is mediocre, there is no scheming, there is no honor or disgrace, and life is indifferent. Where we meet, it is either an immortal or a Taoist, and we 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 a sheep and rushed to the singer in surprise. He took a quick look.

, but it was a mountain woodcutter.

The woodcutter wears a bamboo hat on his head, which is the bamboo shoots taking off for the first time. The cloth clothes on his body are made of twisted wood cotton. The sash around his waist is the silk spun from the mouth of old silkworms. He wears straw shoes under his feet.

It feels so good to rub dry sand. Holding a steel ax in hand and holding a hemp rope, he raised the steel ax in his hand to chop down the pine wood in front of him.

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

"Old immortal, this 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 repeatedly, and declined.

"No, no, 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 glimmer of understanding flashed deep in his eyes, but his face remained calm as he continued.

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

When the Monkey King was hanging around in the world of mortals, 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 of the word 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 had daily worries, 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 shone with wisdom, and he secretly whispered in his heart. Sure enough, he asked 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 is completely uninterested in their own affairs and wastes the rhetoric they 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.

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"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 to take care of her. However, due to the desolate countryside and lack of food and clothing,

, I have to chop 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 corners 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, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, and said.
Chapter completed!