Journey to the West: Start by Worshiping Patriarch Bodhi as Your Teacher

I don't seek immortality or make trouble in heaven. I am just a little stone monkey, trying to find a spring for my people. The road to cultivating immortality should be long and arduous, but Master's style of painting is not quite right—— His magical power reaches the sky, and with just a few strokes, the cold winter becomes warmer and spring comes; with a wave of his sleeves, he comes back to life from the dead. But when I caught a fish and was bitten by a turtle, he held back his laughter and came to my rescue; I learned magic to stabilize myself, and he laughed so hard. Until that day, he took me to the ninth heaven, designated the universe, and drunken the stars in a pot. But after drinking, he always murmured the name of a close friend - Li Rusong. He taught me the seventy-two transformations and taught me the magic of reaching heaven, but what he gave me was a carefree childhood. Master has a hidden affection in his heart, remembering that era when geniuses were born one after another. He and I drank together and watched the stars, laughed and talked about old friends and past events, hiding a little naughtiness in the seventy-two changes. It wasn't until I passed through the catastrophe of reincarnation that I realized that the warm and clear sky he held open for me, He had fought against the entire sky in exchange for it. Only then did I realize that what I worshiped was not only a teacher, but also a long-lasting relationship and cause and effect that lasted throughout the ages. "Master, this time, it's me who will take this path that no one dares to take." But he just touched my head, smiled as before, and said softly. "Disciple, walk slowly." "Your story has just begun."