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In the morning, the broom star looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong slept very hard on the table. She cried for a long time but didn't wake up.

Just as Broom Star was considering whether to share part of the bad luck with him, Sun Wukong opened his eyes.

"You finally woke up?"

Broom Star asked coldly.

"Um."

Sun Wukong stretched.

He returned to the Temple of All Sacrifice once.

As long as Zhuang Zhou dreams butterflies are not unlocked, the butterflies will remain in the body of the deity, and the body of this mortal will not disappear. He can go back and take a look occasionally.

Because of this, he has not been discovered and left over the years.

"Come with me."

The broom star called Sun Wukong and pushed open the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

"Come in!"

She took Sun Wukong in: "Your Majesty ordered you to read the first-level books in the future."

After the Shangqing's vigilance was lifted, he was no longer as cautious as Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong started to read in the Sutra Pavilion.

Although it is only one floor, the heavenly books here are as numerous as stars, from asking for immortals and supporting phoenixes, asking for divination and yarrow, to resting in food and keeping the valley, and being quiet and inaction, all kinds of types are available.

"Broomstar, I should do it..."

Sun Wukong turned his head and saw a lion swallowing the head of the broom star.

He walked over and pulled the broom star's feet to rescue her.

"Thanks."

The broom star drove away the lion and wiped the saliva all over his head: "You are strong."

"I have helped deliver the cows."

Sun Wukong answered.

The broom star was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You will be an administrator on this floor in the future and register the list of borrowing and returning books."

Sun Wukong responded.

Then, he moved to the Sutra Pavilion.

During this period, the place where the young man played chess with him was also transferred to the Sutra Pavilion.

The Sutra Pavilion floats in the clouds, and the two often sit by the window to play chess. Outside the window is the sky, and the scenery is very beautiful.

After playing chess with young people for a long time, Sun Wukong's chess skills have also increased greatly.

The increase in chess skills made him more fun. The two of them often stayed for half a day, living a life of looking down at the sunset and picking the flying stars.

Because young people always bring some heavenly books, Sun Wukong thanked them in his heart, and he often told the young people about the immortal way he understood.

But the young man prefers to play chess with him. After the left ear enters, the right ear comes out.

"What is Go to you?"

Sun Wukong felt that the young man’s paranoia about Go was terrible.

"It's the way of immortality."

The young man replied: "The world is clearly distinguished from black and white, the infinite universe, this is the immortal path I want to find."

Sun Wukong couldn't understand it.

"What is a book for you?"

The young man asked Sun Wukong curiously.

In his opinion, Sun Wukong's paranoia for books is also terrible.

"Books... are probably something like stars."

Sun Wukong replied: "That kind of thing that makes people want to collect."

"collect?"

The young man looked puzzled: "What are we going to do with the collection?"

“Find the answer.”

Sun Wukong turned his head and looked out the window. Among the stars, a woman was taken away by a crane.

"Looking at the stars outside the window, I understand them one by one, collect all their trajectories, and integrate them into them, and you can find the movement rules of the entire starry sky."

Sun Wukong said: "The more stars I see, the more accurate the answers I get, the less I see, the more wrong the answers I get."

The young man frowned: "Then what can the answer you are looking for bring to you?"

"future."

Sun Wukong answered.

The young man immediately smiled: "We two might be very similar."

He is also pursuing the future.

The Go and the black and white chess pieces in his eyes are like stars in the sky.

Sun Wukong must understand Fanxing, while he must control Fanxing.

"Although I don't understand what answer you are looking for."

The young man said, "But I may be able to help you."

He felt that Sun Wukong was very talented and had an ambition to control him.

To control a person, you must be rewarded accordingly.

"Simply put, you want to read more books, right?"

The young man said to Sun Wukong: "Then wait for my good news!"

Sun Wukong did not wait for good news, but instead waited for bad news.

One day, the broom star suddenly found him.

"I forgot to tell you that the new disciple will conduct a magic competition the day after tomorrow."

"Spell Competition?"

Sun Wukong was stunned: "Why?"

"Decide the chief."

Broomstar answered.

The Five-Year Meeting of the Three Thousand Immortals Road will conduct an assessment and select a chief among the new disciples.

This was a forced participation, but Sun Wukong was not interested.

No one taught him magic, he read books every day, but he was still a mortal.

"You can give up if you don't want to participate."

The broom star said, "But you have to find a way to show your achievements in your practice."

Sun Wukong then sorted out some notes and wrote them into a book.

During the chief competition, all the disciples gathered in one place, which was very lively.

After Sun Wukong admitted that he lost, he set up a stall nearby to sell notes.

His notes were unexpectedly welcomed, and the purchasers lined up in long queues every day.

This scene attracted the attention of many immortals.

"What is that kid doing?"

The immortals came to Sun Wukong with curiosity and bought notes.

When they opened it, their eyes lit up.

“These notes are good!”

In Sun Wukong's notes, his understanding of immortality is surprisingly simple and easy to understand.

The immortals all thought it was a bit new and bought some to teach their disciples.

In a few days, Sun Wukong made a lot of money.

On the last day, when he was about to close the stall, the young man came over.
To be continued...