Chaos Bodhi

Chaos Bodhi

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He is an innate bodhi tree, which existed before heaven and earth were divided. He had witnessed Pangu's creation of heaven, Hongjun's enlightenment, and Zhunti's establishment of Western religion. Later, he hid in Fangcun Mountain at Lingtai, took in a stone monkey, and named him Sun Wukong. Five hundred years have passed by in a hurry. On the day when the real and fake Monkey King came to Lingshan, the Tathagata Buddha was covered with a golden bowl, and the iron rod of the six-eared macaque penetrated the true body of the Monkey King. Everyone in the three worlds knows the truth, but no one dares to speak out. Only that ray of remnant soul floats to the distant Fangcun Mountain. Then, the patriarch, who had been hidden for thousands of years, opened his eyes. He came out of the mountain with a whisk, trampled the Nantian Gate to pieces with one step, and drove away the four heavenly kings with one word. On the Lingshan Mountain, he swept across with a fly whisk, beating the Tathagata's golden body into pieces, causing Jie Yin and Zhunti to bow their heads and admit their mistakes. In order to save his disciple, he broke into the demon-transforming pool to fish out the remaining soul, went to the underworld three times to get the book of life and death, went to heaven to ask for the blood of the demon-slaying platform, and dripped nine drops of his life-blood. Seventy-seven and forty-nine days later, Wukong was reborn. Justice does not exist on the lotus platform, and justice does not exist in the sky. When all the gods and Buddhas in the sky regarded the stone monkey as an abandoned son, only the old man remembered - you call me master, and I will protect you for endless reincarnations. From then on, master and apprentice worked side by side to overturn the chess game in the Three Realms. When Wukong finally realized the great way and became the unique "Monkey King", in the dusk of Fangcun Mountain, the old man in gray robe returned from the clouds. The charm of that whisk is the eternal promise between master and disciple.

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