Journey to the West: My Mother's Pension Recipient Is Bodhi

After traveling to the west and becoming the woodcutter at Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, I, Li Cheng, set a small goal: to become a disciple of Bodhi, learn the method of immortality, and then practice quietly to survive until the end. The plan was perfect until my overly kind mother showed up. "Cheng'er, it's so pitiful for your old master to be alone. Bring him these new pairs of insoles I made to warm his feet." "Cheng'er, these are the pickles I just picked. Send a jar to the old master for him to eat with." "Cheng'er, you practice in seclusion. I'll go up and see the master. Don't let him get bored alone." So, while I was still practicing hard to break through the realm, my mother was already chatting with Master about daily life. When Sun Wukong was still complacent about learning the seventy-two changes, the master had already put on the new Taoist robe that my mother had sewn. Several years later, great powers from the three realms came to visit me. They were all shocked when they saw Patriarch Bodhi drinking tea leisurely in the courtyard and directing me to chop wood. Li Cheng: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just an ordinary cultivator." Patriarch Bodhi (silently accepting a basket of eggs): "Well, I am his... Neighbor."