癫痫病的急救方法003. Journey to the West 3 - Subodhi

2021年1月17日发(作者：郁钧剑)
Journey to the West
Chapter 3 Subodhi
Monkey sailed over the ocean for a long time. Finally he arrived at a
new land. He walked for many years, visiting towns and meeting people.
But he didn’t find a sage anywhere.

Eventually he came to mountains covered in thick forest. He headed
up
a
steep
mountain
trail
and
soon
heard
chopping.
A
woodcutter
was
chopping firewood.

“Hello,” said Monkey. “Are there any sages in these mountains?”

The woodcutter dropped his ax.
“You’re . . . a monkey!” he said. “And you’re talking!”

“Yes, I am,” said Monkey. “And I want to live forever. Do you know
where I can find a sage?”

The
woodcutter
scratched
his
head.
“Well,
yes,”
he
said.
“A
sage
named Subodhi lives on this mountain. He is very wise.”

Monkey was excited. “Where can I find him?”

“Just
follow
this
trail,
and
you
will
come
to
his
home,”
said
the
woodcutter.
“Thank
you!”
said
Monkey.
He
waved
good
-bye
to
the
woodcutter
and
ran
up
the
trail.
Soon
he
saw
a
temple
built
into
the
side
of
the
mountain.
Subodhi was sitting with his students in the main room of his temple.
He looked at his oldest student.
























































































































“Please
go
to
the
door,”
said
Subodhi.
“A
new
student
is
about
to
arrive. Let him in.”

The student looked confused. “Okay, Master,” he said.

The
student
got
up
and
went
to
the
door
of
the
temple.
He
looked
outside.
“Hello!” called Monkey. “I’m here to see Subodhi!”

A moment later Monkey was standing in front of the sage.
“I want to be your student,” said Monkey.

“But
you’re
just
a
monkey,”
said
Subodhi.
“How
can
you
be
my
student
?”

Monkey laughed. “I might be a monkey. But I can walk and talk and
do many other things. I traveled almost 13 years to get here. I’m sure I can
be your student.”

Subodhi stared at Monkey for a moment. “Who are your parents?” he
asked.

Monkey
scratched
h
is
head.
“I
don’t
have
parents,”
he
said.
“I
was
born from a rock.”

“Interesting,”
said
Subodhi. “You
were
probably
created
by
Heaven
and Earth. You may be my student. You need a name.” He thought for a
moment. “I will call you Sun Wukong.”

For the next se
ven years, Sun Wukong lived in Subodhi’s temple. The
monkey spent his
days
meditating, listening to his teacher’s lessons, and
doing chores.