The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

"All things have a spirit, and all creatures can communicate with the divine."

Different kinds, different divine natures, and different spiritual charms.

……

Plants and trees contain spirits, and true spirits are born from them.

The bean connects heaven and earth, and extends to the nine heavens and ninety earthly realms.

……

The innocent emperor issued an edict, ordering the bean soldiers to be dispatched.

The divine weapons have been transformed and are now at my disposal.

……

Arrive quickly, without lingering.

Listen to my divine incantation, and each of you will reveal your true form.

... "

This sermon was different from the previous ones.

The Bodhi Patriarch did not delve into Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, nor did he teach the various schools of thought or the arts of cultivating immortality. Instead, after briefly explaining the principles, he began to teach a supernatural power.

[Cut grass to make horses, scatter beans to make soldiers]

This is one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Techniques.

Each of the Heavenly Gang Techniques is profound and extensive, carrying the secrets of the infinite Great Dao and containing endless principles of heaven and earth, worthy of a lifetime of study by living beings.

Constant learning leads to new insights, constant reflection leads to new understanding, and constant practice leads to new experiences.

Those unorthodox supernatural powers of the past could not compare to it.

He was surprised to find that Patriarch Bodhi had actually taught him this supernatural power.

Chang Shou was overjoyed and became even more focused.

He decisively abandoned the process of refining the spiritual lotus and focused wholeheartedly on listening to the ancestral master's true words.

The more Changshou listened, the more intoxicated he became.

The more Changshou listened, the more profound the meaning became.

The more Changshou listened, the more he felt that the supernatural powers were extraordinary.

He discovered that this supernatural power was all-encompassing, involving many aspects, but there was always a distinction between primary and secondary aspects.

The Lord is the way of plants and trees, such as spiritual farming.

The next best thing is like water, which is the highest form of goodness, such as the art of sweet rain.

But the most important thing is God.

It's the essence hidden in the grass and trees.

It's the spirituality hidden in the plants and trees.

It involves the profound and mysterious truths of creation.

It involves the mysterious laws of the divine.

……

If I didn't have some prior knowledge...

He has profound knowledge of water magic and spiritual cultivation, and has even grasped a tiny bit of the principles of creation. I'm afraid he really can't keep up.

Even so, the further he went, the more difficult it became for him. Eventually, he simply gave up on everything else and only sought the purity of this supernatural power.

Even so, he was still under immense pressure.

Fortunately, by the end of the sermon, Chang Shou had managed to memorize this supernatural technique.

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Inside the main hall.

Many unusual phenomena disappeared, and countless spiritual energies dissipated.

Bodhi Patriarch left silently.

All the immortals and disciples rose and bowed in unison to express their gratitude, and Changshou did the same.

Even when they woke up, the patriarch was no longer there, and the central Jade Platform was empty.

They continued to bow, showing respect and gratitude to the patriarch. This was both in their hearts and in their actions, reflecting a harmonious unity of inner and outer expression, and a testament to the unity of knowledge and practice.

He got up and walked out of the main hall.

Changshou did not leave immediately.

He kept his promise, helped his fellow Daoists Zhenli, Ruchang, and Xingwu take care of the spiritual plants, and reminisced with the monkey before Changshou left with the old deer.

He rode on a deer.

A mountain breeze blows, and the grass and trees sway.

His Taoist robe and beard fluttered in the wind, giving him an elegant and unrestrained air, making Changshou appear even more like an enlightened immortal.

Old Deer walked along the steep and winding mountain path as if on flat ground. His posture was as still as a mountain, always steady and composed. He closed his eyes to review the details of the teachings he had heard and tried his best to digest what he had learned.

When they reached the bamboo grove, the old deer stopped on its own.

Chang Shou opened his eyes, slowly landed, picked up his cane and walked into the courtyard, then went back inside to continue processing what he had learned.

Until the setting sun cast its last rays in the west.

Chang Shou opened his eyes again, got up from his bed, walked to the table, took out bamboo slips, and began to record what he had learned from listening to the teachings. He carefully inscribed the supernatural powers and methods, wrote down his questions, and recorded his insights.

A good memory is not as good as a bad writing.

Only by reviewing the old can we learn the new; only by learning the new can we maintain our understanding.

Chang Shou knew that he was of ordinary talent and had limited comprehension. He was far inferior to Sun Wukong, let alone those geniuses of cultivation.

He could only resort to the most effective, albeit clumsy, method.

The sunset glow on the horizon disappeared completely.

The pitch-black night enveloped the sky and the earth.

In the dim candlelight, the figure who had been writing at the desk finally stopped.

Looking at the words on the bamboo slip, Chang Shou was slightly satisfied. He put the bamboo slip away and was about to get up to prepare dinner when suddenly an idea struck him.

Previously, he was so focused on comprehending the supernatural power of turning beans into soldiers that he had no time to think about anything else. Now that he had some free time, he recalled the patriarch's transmission of the Dharma and a sudden thought flashed through Changshou's mind, and his expression became strange.

I have a feeling that the patriarch had a deeper meaning behind this transmission of the Dharma.

[It seems like they're plotting something]

Otherwise, why would they teach how to turn beans into soldiers?

Are the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Techniques something that can be passed on casually?

After pondering for a while and still not figuring it out, Changshou simply gave up.

all will be good.

When the time is right, you will naturally know.

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Time flies like an arrow; clouds drift like white dogs.

For the next two weeks, Chang Shou spent his time digesting the Yuan-replenishing pills and doing his daily cultivation, focusing on comprehending the supernatural power of turning beans into soldiers.

half a month later.

Familiar laughter rang out.

The monkey hopped and skipped in.

He came here for no particular reason, just to freeload a meal and chat, and incidentally deliver the Daoist scriptures to Changshou.

Yes, we're giving away books!

Monkeys are quite adept at finding loopholes.

Besides frequently using the spiritual objects from the Xieyue Sanxing Cave to subsidize Changshou, he also learned to use borrowed items to make offerings, borrowing books from the Sutra Repository in his own name and then bringing them to Changshou to read.

This isn't the first time the monkey has delivered books.

Chang Shou naturally treated them with great hospitality.

He treats monkeys like his grandsons.

Besides, it's his own powerful backer.

Chang Shou will never mistreat anyone.

Before the monkey left, Changshou not only let him take the book he had brought last time, but also gave him something else.

"Monkey, winter has arrived, and the cold is biting."

This is a tiger-skin skirt that I made for you. You should wear it under your Taoist robe to keep warm and protect yourself from the cold.

"When I get better leather next time, I'll give you another one, so you can have a replacement later."

Touching the soft tiger-skin skirt, Sun Wukong was overjoyed, gesturing and comparing it to his body.

"This is for me!"

Beautiful! Beautiful! So beautiful!

He was overjoyed to see the monkey.

Chang Shou stroked his beard and smiled with narrowed eyes.

The tiger-skin skirt is naturally made of the tiger that Ke Da gave him on the day of the monkey's birthday.

He makes tiger-skin skirts.

Aside from not wanting to waste the good hide, I also wanted to give the monkey a gift in return, since I had received many benefits from the monkey after being kicked out of the Crescent Moon Cave.

Friendship is friendship.

I can't keep taking it for granted.

There has to be some kind of response.

Only through give and take can things last.

Of course, he also had some selfish motives.

If Tang Sanzang were to make a tiger-skin skirt for the monkey in the future, he wanted Wukong to think of him first.

The monkey left happily.

Chang Shou took out a Taoist scripture and began to read it.

However, the good times did not last long.

half a month later.

On this day, Chang Shou was adjusting his breathing when he suddenly clutched his chest and felt a piercing pain. However, he felt no discomfort in his body, was in good health, and his cultivation had not gone wrong.

If it's not something wrong with me, then it must be something serious, a matter of life and death, involving a blood relative. Otherwise, I wouldn't have such a strong feeling.

Thinking about this.

Chang Shou's affection was more profound and solemn than ever before.

He quickly moved his fingers, concentrating on calculating.

A moment later, his expression grew increasingly grim.

Because I hadn't calculated anything.

Besides the factors of being too far away and not being skilled enough, it's also possible that the person involved in the accident is no longer related to him by blood.

It should be beyond the third generation.

"It seems to be the great-grandchildren's generation."