"In other words, the gods after the Gods are all enfeoffed by human race..." Li Wei felt his heart thrilled.

"That's right." Bodhi Patriarch stroked his beard and said lightly: "All spirits become immortals, and immortals will be granted the title of gods."

The difference between immortals and gods has come from now on.

The gods who originally ruled human beings became immortal enfeoffments that could only be made from ordinary things.

Li Wei bowed.

"I dare to ask the teacher."

"Um?"

"Then, what is a god?"

Li Wei also asked this question by a stranger.

When faced with the question asked by Li Wei, the Bodhi Patriarch just smiled and replied.

"I am a god like this."

This sentence seemed to answer Li Wei's question, but it seemed to have no answer.

Gods, immortals, gods, and gods...

"Thank you for helping me out." Li Wei bowed and said gratefully. It took him a while to calm down his inner thrill.

Bodhi Patriarch looked at Li Wei next and said with a smile.

"I will teach you the technique of flying clouds and fogs. It is not convenient for you to fly."

Li Weigong bowed his hand to express his clarity, and at the same time he was puzzled in his heart, why did the Bodhi Patriarch in his dream know that he would not know how to fly.

But without thinking too much, I let the ancestor teach me.

In fact, Li Wei wants to learn somersault cloud art even more—

As if seeing through Li Wei’s thoughts, Bodhi Patriarch explained that the method of somersault clouds can be learned by one person who can fight for a hundred thousand and eight thousand miles.

You must have the 'monkey' nature to learn.

Li Wei's personality is not as good as monkeys, and he has no chance to be with somersaults.

In the following days, Bodhi Patriarch taught Li Wei the art of driving clouds and fog, and summoned clouds and fog to lift them up. Although they were not as good as somersault clouds, they were better than the middle and calm and stable, and the speed was also not slow. They could summon thunder and rain. By the way, they were also a small method of giving clouds and distributing rain.

The three days passed quickly, and Li Wei was about to leave in this mountain, and he was a little sad.

I don’t know if there will be a chance to come back in the future.

Li Wei looked at Master Bodhi. At this moment, he was guiding another disciple - the big horse monkey.

The monkey was asked to continue to do odd jobs and clean, and the one who scratched his ears and heads was quite cute.

Li Wei smirked in secret...

"Xiao Yan, you are laughing at me, right?"

"No...Yeah? Can you see me?"

"Wu, why can't I see you anymore? You little Taoist priest with fine skin and tender flesh stand there and look like you have disappeared. It's really not easy to see you." Wukong scratched his chin: "Why don't you teach me this spell?"

"this..."

"Wukong, don't bother him."

Bodhi Patriarch said lightly: "In a few more days, I will teach you the true method. Now, you can chop some firewood and go to the foot of the mountain to change some tea and rice."

"Okay, okay! Obey the order! Thank you for your master!"

Sun Wuzi was very happy and jumped and chopped wood down the mountain.

At this time, the Bodhi Patriarch looked at Li Wei.

"Tell me a way to fly the clouds and fog."

"Okay teacher."

Li Wei became the Taoist finger with one hand and called him to fly the clouds and fog.

A thin stream of clouds and fog was summoned.

Li Wei jumped up. The thin cloud fog seemed to be unable to support Li Wei's weight at all, but the cloud fog was surprisingly tough.

But he looks calm.

“Not bad.”

Bodhi Patriarch stroked his goatee beard and smiled slightly. With his insight, he could tell that it was really good.

"Wait a moment, I'm going to start an altar and preach, so come and listen."

...

Bodhi Patriarch opened the altar to preach the sutras and sat upright on the jade platform on the top of the mountain. Sometimes immortals fell in love.

Li Wei was overwhelmed by the magical methods used by these immortals.

Immortals, so many immortals, and the cultivation levels of these immortals are all over the world. However, these more than thirty little immortals can only stand aside like attendants.

Li Wei didn't know how his cultivation level got involved.

Bodhi Patriarch began to preach.

The sky is falling, and the earth is surging with golden lotus.

The wonderful teachings of the Three Vehicles are complete with subtle and all dharmas.

Slowly shake the tail and spray pearls and jade, thunder and lightning are shaking for nine days.

Talk about Taoism for a while and Zen for a while, the three schools cooperate with each other as if it were.

The word enlightenment and conversion to the truth of one word guides the mystery of nature without birth.

Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism are the three great religions, only Bodhi Patriarch.

Li Wei gradually became obsessed with listening and wanted to continue listening, but unfortunately the time limit for this dream was almost over.

What a pity...

"Boy Mingche, since there is not much time, why not listen carefully?"

Li Wei: "???"

At this moment, Li Wei raised his head incredibly.

The Bodhi Patriarch looked at himself with a smile.

Am I not considered a pseudonym Xiao Yan?

how...

Li Wei whispered.

"teacher..."

"How come I don't even know the name of this student? Don't make a fuss. You are here, you are my past students, Wukong is my current student, and you are my future student." Bodhi Patriarch said lightly: "You go out, don't say you are my Bodhi disciple."

"Go, Mingche."

The duration of the illusion ended, and Li Wei's consciousness was pulled out.

After Li Wei left this illusion, Master Bodhi continued to preach, with dragons, phoenixes and strange beasts flying around him, and a monkey splashing and eating peaches in the mountains to play.

Here, it is still the Three Star Cave of the Shallow Moon and the Fangcun Mountain of Lingtai.

.........

"I don't know if this Mingche Immortal is here."

On the way to Taixu Temple in Xiangmen Mountain, there was a Taoist and a monk.

It is Qingling Zhenren from Qingyun Temple and Zen Master Jueming from Baima Temple.

"Amitabha, this Xiangmen Mountain does not feel like the Xianmen Mountains, and it feels worse than this Qingyun Temple." Zen Master Jueming looked at the vulgar Xiangmen Mountain Village and shook his head.

He really couldn't imagine that the Taoist Immortal Lord with a high level of cultivation would place his cave in such a place.

This immortal who was worshipped during the Qin and Han dynasties is here?

In fact, Qingling also felt that the vulgar taste of Xiangmen Mountain is too strong - like their Qingyun Temple, but they stand on the high mountain and are rarely visited.

Ironically, the location of Qingyun Temple is separated from the crowd, but inside, the worldly desire for the dynasty and the fireworks of the world is quite deep...

However, when the two of them were thinking about each other, they suddenly felt a reflection of an immortal mountain in the sky.

The clouds and mist of this fairy mountain are floating upside down, and ancient divine beasts are hovering around and hanging.

On the top of the mountain, there was a person who could not see clearly his face. He could only vaguely see an old man sitting upright on the Yaotai, with thirty little immortals serving beside him.

Feeling the vast aura above, Qingling and Zen Master Jueming almost knelt down...

They also think they are predecessors of Taoism and Buddhism, but when they feel the breath here, they kneel thoroughly.

The aura of the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism is vast and endless.

Zen Master Jueming trembled and quickly clasped his hands together and recited the true scriptures to save the soul.

"This...what is this place..."

Qingling raised his head and pointed his fingers at a place with trembling fingers.

"You...see..."

Zen Master Jueming looked up and looked at him.

But I saw a phantom hanging upside down on my head and a few big words.
Chapter completed!