Wudang Mountain is not tall, and the cliff in front of the Golden Palace is not very steep, but people on it always feel extremely dangerous. Most of the danger here comes from the cramped feeling in the mountains - the mountain is not long, but there are too many houses on it, just like a reed pole with 9,437 heavy water-tight peaches. I always worry that the reed pole will break at any time. When walking on Wudang Mountain, I always feel that the mountain may collapse at any time.

It is because of this feeling that tourists nowadays, when they go up the mountain, they often only patrol the Golden Palace for a few hours, and then they will hurry down the mountain with Otaku.

However, in the market economy, Taoist priests were worried about firewood and rice, so they had to find some ways to keep these benefactors who gave gold and silver on the mountain. They would have to spend at least a day eating brown rice, drinking wine from the mountain, and buying a few illegally published Taoist scriptures.

So, after several plans, these two Mus have developed some new attractions on the mountain with the strong promotion of the Wudang Master's Master. At this time, at the cliff in front of the Golden Palace on the mountain, a group of idle people gathered to listen to the explanation of the middle-aged Taoist guide in the crowd.

A wooden sign was erected on the edge of the cliff, with red paint on the sign saying the name of the scenic spot.

"The Immortal Jump"

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Someone from the tourists asked, "Immortal dance?" As soon as they finished speaking, everyone laughed. Several middle-aged women even covered their mouths and laughed exaggeratedly. The reason why they went on a tour was because they were afraid of meeting Immortal dance, but they didn't know that there was another attraction called Weimingyu.

"No," said the Taoist priest with a smile: "But the immortals in Benshan are talking about the real immortals. Legend has it that during the Northern Song Dynasty, an elder in the family suffered from a serious illness and felt the merits of Emperor Zhenwu, so he was willing to sacrifice himself to jump off the cliff and seek merits for his elders, so he jumped from here."

Some tourists watched the white guests floating under the cliff, not knowing the depth. Thinking that someone had jumped down, they thought they would die, and they couldn't help but sigh.

Someone asked, "This legend is not much different from the dragon head incense, why is it called immortal jumping?"

"Because..." The Taoist priest was hypocritical and mysterious, and he adjusted his appetite. "Because of this filial son's behavior of jumping off the cliff, the gods moved. After he fell off the cliff and died, he suddenly watched a clear light from the sky, and a flying crane flew to dance, and the pines and cypresses were swaying to welcome guests. God Zhenwu watched the clouds and took the soul of the filial son to the heavenly court, entered the immortals, and from then on, he lived forever and became a real immortal."

"And that filial son went down from the edge of the cliff here. He would later call this place an immortal jump."

The tourists looked at the cliff again. After taking a few breaths of air conditioning, a young man wearing glasses smiled and said, "I didn't see this theory on the travel manuals or books in previous years."

"Is it okay to open the new one?" the Taoist priest angrily and shouted.

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"Is it true?" The young man wearing glasses still doubted.

The Taoist priest turned his face black: "Sir, this is a big mistake. How dare you be so disrespectful to the remains of the immortals? The next scenic spot is the sky pit, under the cliff. When you see it, you will naturally know the authenticity of this matter."

The tourists went down the mountain. Behind the team, there was a young girl wearing glasses and braids carrying a small Yu-green Mickey schoolbag. Qingqing's eyes were filled with some fun and said softly: "It was just a matter of more than ten years ago. How did it become during the Northern Song Dynasty? Zhenwu is now exiled to the north, so I am afraid that Wuxia will care about his disciples."

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they saw the deep pit of human form, and the tourists were amazed in unison, feeling very impressed.

I saw that the pit was deeply engraved into the stone, like a human figure, with limbs and heads, and the lines around it were smooth, and it was definitely not like a man-made chisel, but like a stone man smashed from the sky in one breath.

According to the Taoist guide, this is the immortal trace left by the filial son who became an immortal and fell from the cliff, called: Tiankeng.

Although tourists did not believe it completely, there were also pious people who saluted the pit. Someone deliberately asked about the authenticity of the matter, but the Taoist priest was reluctant to let it go and swears to prove that the truth is true.

Seeing that he vowed so badly, the young tourists who had such doubts couldn't help but believe it a little more, but they still muttered that even if someone fell down the mountain, the cliffs of the high ground would probably fall into a pool of meat. How could they smash the bluestone into a pit? Unless it was almost the same as that filial son, Gundam.

But no one asked again. If he offended these Taoist priests, he didn't know if he could still come out of the mountain.

After this, the tour group went to Shiyan to rest. There was nothing new in this city. Everyone was playing cards in the room, but no one noticed that there was a young woman carrying a small schoolbag in the tour group.

Thousands of miles away, on the coast of the East China Sea, in some kind of ordinary house.

The young woman put her small schoolbag on the table, and a cute silver mouse covered in silvery white crawled out of her schoolbag, looking timid and a little pitiful.

There is a computer on the desk, looking 90% new.

The young woman gently tapped the nose of the little silver mouse Qiongliang and said with a smile: "I have taken you to all the places Yi Tianxing has been to in this life. Let's start writing immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, the computer turned on and the keyboard came out. The little silver mouse sighed, jumped onto the keyboard, typing hard like dancing, and said self-deprecatingly, "A Rakshasa man said that as long as the monkey has been playing a healthy plate for hundreds of millions of years, he might even typing out Shakespeare."

The little silver mouse who was dancing the dance stretched his hind legs and stepped hard on the entertainer who was in a healthy position, completing the chapter of the jumping record.

The mouse is typing, and the young woman is watching TV next to her, occasionally saying a few words.

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"Buddha, why do you have to write this story?"

“Promote the Dharma.”

The little silver mouse sighed, lit a cigarette, sniffed his nose in the green smoke above the cigarette butts, and said weakly: "This is obviously a story of slandering Buddha."

Guanyin Bodhisattva turned around and said with a smile: "It will make people who read this story more interested in Buddhism. It will be effective."

"That's better to print hundreds of millions of Buddhist scriptures, and each person's family will send one for free."

"What if these mortals use Buddhist scriptures to wipe their butts?"

“…”

"The first fifty-three sages are from the Avatamsaka Sutra, which is a wonderful text, but how many people still remember it in the world? The last fifty-three sages naturally have to use some stories of gods and monsters as a guise."

“How can I attract readers?”

"Write more fights, gangsters, etc."

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The little silver mouse was silent for a little, and finally plucked up the courage to ask: "Is this the reason why the people in Sheyang Mountain wrote Journey to the West back then?"

"good."

"Then why didn't I write it clearly in this book? Who is Wu Chengen?"

"Religion, you always have to play a little mysticism. If everything is explained clearly, who will be interested?"

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Another day, the little silver mouse was still striking the earth. The Bodhisattva was still watching TV. I don’t know where he was writing, but the little silver mouse had a question and asked: “Bodhisattva, you are writing everything according to your words. I don’t understand some small parts. Please give me some advice.”

The Bodhisattva was staring at a stage scene on the TV, absent-minded and nodded casually.

The little silver mouse jumped off the keyboard and blinked his eyes gradually myopic due to fatigue. Xiaoyi asked, "It was written earlier. The bird-gold bracelet on the Great Sage's hand was not covered by the Sandalwood Merit Buddha, so it is naturally only..."

The Bodhisattva still did not pay attention and replied casually: "Of course I took it on."

"The Bodhisattva has also been to Guiyuan Temple several times in the past five hundred years. Why don't he help the Great Sage take it down?"

"Silly question."

The little silver mouse thought about it and said that this question was indeed stupid. If the Bodhisattva had loosened the bracelet, the Great Sage would have come out long ago, and the Buddha's light would have entered the underworld. At that time, there was no Yitianxing, nor Zou Leilei, and Feng Feng'er had not yet awakened for five hundred years. This matter was afraid that it would be impossible.

But as I thought about it, the little silver mouse's heart became colder and colder, and there was a terrible inference, such as the South China Sea Gate, the bird gold bracelet, and the land. Maybe the Bodhisattva has always been carrying out the Buddha's will, but later it was twisted by Yi Maitreya's family, so the Bodhisattva simply pushed it with the flow... No, why can Guanyin Bodhisattva also open the acquired bag of Maitreya? Yes, this is his predecessor who was forced to lie, but this life is a boy in the previous life of Bodhisattva. How do you think about it? In this matter, the status of the Bodhisattva Empress has risen again...

The Bodhisattva naturally knew what the little beast was muttering in his heart, and was not angry. He smiled and said, "Don't write some things randomly."

The little silver mouse was so scared that he trembled respectfully and bowed to the space bar. Later, the middle school did not dare to involve this place again, so he quickly modified it and deleted all the scenes that belonged to Guanyin Bodhisattva in the chapter, which made it safe.

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"What does the sentence the Great Sage mean?"

"What sentence?"

"It is the saying that the ancient man is at the top, such as "the secret and asceticism for ten years, and the Vermillion Bird flew straight for three days... It seems that the first sect leader of the three days had also heard it. In the first half of this story, this sentence has a faint effect on the initial topic."

"Oh, this sentence is awful, I think it should be... I have worked hard for ten years, but the pig has been fat for three days... Is it so careless? Kong Kong was locked in Guiyuan Temple for five hundred years, and there is always time to curse my mother."

When I heard this sentence, I heard the Bodhisattva call the Great Sage... Kongkong, three black lines appeared on the little silver mouse's face, but he did not dare to slow down on his speed and jumped on the keyboard.

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"What does it mean to enter Buddha from the way to the world with two sides?"

"This is an example of two people snatching people in the workplace."

"Understood."

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"Who is Wu Chengen?"

"Why care about this?"

The little silver mouse stopped talking and vaguely guessed that Mr. Wu Chengen might have been the first writer in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva back then. However, in Journey to the West, some of the Bodhisattvas did not want to see, and some clues were vaguely guessed by later Internet idle people, so now he ended up in a pitiful way without seeing the immortals in life and without seeing the corpse when he died.

As soon as he thought of this, the little silver mouse dared not say anything again. He buried himself on the keyboard. He didn't know that time had passed. Seeing that the story was over, he raised his head hesitantly. He asked carefully: "Although the Vermillion Bird and the Great Pluto are both one, just like the phoenix, they are both illusions from the fire of the first catastrophe with Maitreya, but why is this story named Zhu Cuiji?"

"In your opinion, what should be called?"

The little silver mouse ran to the saucer and licked two sips of tea, which was very comfortable. He said, "In my opinion, this story is called Yi Tianxing becoming a Buddha, and it should be named "Question to Buddha."

Guanyin Bodhisattva took his eyes back from the TV screen, and the cold air in his eyes sounded: "No."

"Why?" The little silver mouse could not have imagined that the Bodhisattva's reaction was so strong, so he was a little surprised.

Bodhisattva said coolly: "That song is so disgusting."

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To be continued...