Zhong Sheng is in a good mood today.

It’s not that your practice has progressed and your strength has been greatly improved.

It’s not that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. There is a lot of excitement in the city, with lanterns, moon appreciation, etc.

It was because he woke up early in the morning and sensed the faint aura of the Shukuchi Talisman.

It has been more than half a month since I was separated from the monkey and donkey, and I finally got a clue today.

There is a Shuchi Talisman inside the ancient sword, which is carried on the little donkey's body.

Since the Shuchichi Talisman can be sensed, the traces of the little donkey are also found.

In the final analysis, it is still the effect brought about by the progress of cultivation.

Under normal circumstances, Zhong Sheng's sensing range of the Shuchi Talisman is limited to the line of sight, about a kilometer.

However, since I reached the high-rise building in the state of meditation, I have broken through the limitations of my sight.

Zhong Sheng even sensed that the Shuchi Talisman's vague feedback was probably dozens of miles away.

At this distance, he can only sense it, but cannot cast a spell to recall it.

But having clues is a good thing...

At present, the induction is intermittent. Just wait for it to stabilize and tell Bodhidharma to change the route to find the little donkey.

Most of Zhong Sheng's belongings, including ancient swords, coils, etc., are on the donkey.

Without the donkey, it would be inconvenient to even change and wash clothes.

Walking on the street, the fragrance of osmanthus is everywhere.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a custom of brewing osmanthus wine and steaming osmanthus cakes, and every household must prepare in advance.

During the holidays, people have plenty of money and are much more generous.

Zhong Sheng followed Bodhidharma, and after walking a few steps, he was stuffed with several pieces of steaming osmanthus cake.

"Eat while it's hot."

Bodhidharma and Zhong Sheng ate soft and sweet osmanthus cake while walking.

Looking at both sides of the street, lanterns are hung at the door of every house, including rabbit lanterns, goldfish lanterns, etc.

As night falls, the lights become brighter, shining on the streets, casting mottled light and shadow.

"Master, I bought a glass of sweet wine, let's split it half and half."

Zhong Sheng was holding a glass of wine, the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant.

Bodhidharma drank half a glass of osmanthus wine and sighed, "This reminds me of the fig wine in my hometown."

He said that the figs in his hometown were sweet and soft, and the fruit wine he brewed was sweet and refreshing.

However, after arriving in Middle-earth, it has been a long time since I drank wine from my hometown.

The streets are bustling with people, filled with various stalls, forming an endless market.

All kinds of food and fun are lined up on both sides of the street, and many children are pulling adults, crying and asking to buy.

Diabolo, clay dolls, sugar figures, mask...

"Master, look."

Zhong Sheng pointed to a tall lantern as tall as a house not far away.

This is the king of lanterns during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is pierced with bamboo strips and iron wire, and wrapped in silk. It depicts the mythical story of Chang'e flying to the moon.

The beauty frowned and her clothes fluttered, as if she could fly away in the wind at any time.

Behind her are colorful clouds chasing the moon, and the clear light fills the earth.

It’s so beautiful, it’s simply a work of art.

"Hey!"

Zhong Sheng accidentally dropped the mask from the stall next to him, making a small dent.

The stall owner was reluctant, "You broke something, you must buy it."

Zhong Sheng knew that he was in the wrong, so he let him scold him, "I have no money."

Bodhidharma turned around and took out a silver ring from his arms, "I bought it."

The stall owner bit the silver ring and after seeing the tooth marks, he handed the mask to Bodhidharma.

"Give it to me?"

Zhong Sheng grabbed the mask and looked at it carefully. It turned out to be a lifelike monkey mask.

What a coincidence, if you give this mask to a monkey, he will definitely like it.

Zhong Sheng held something in his hand and simply hung the mask on his face, like a big monkey.

"Master, there is a shadow puppet show ahead, let's go and see it."

Zhong Sheng excitedly pulled Bodhidharma and squeezed into the crowd.

There was a bang of clappers and the sound of musical instruments, and the shadow puppets on the curtain began to move.

"Come and tell me your name."

"I am the Marquis Shouting of the Han Dynasty..."

It turned out to be a story about Guan Gong passing five levels and slaying six generals, but he saw the shadow puppets fighting with swords and guns, and shooting horses.

A curtain depicts the excitement of battlefield battles,

Many children in the crowd were so fascinated that the candy figures on their hands melted and they didn’t know it.

Zhong Sheng said while watching, "Master, there is something more exciting than shadow puppetry in the world. If you have a chance, I will invite you to watch the movie."

Bodhidharma watched the shadow puppet show, slightly fascinated.

There was a child next to him, and he asked his mother innocently, "How do the little figures on the cloth move?"

His mother explained to him in a low voice, "Cut a little figure out of leather paper, and when the light shines on it, the shadow will fall on the cloth."

"It turns out to be a shadow. I also have a shadow, and my mother also has a shadow..."

The child's eyes were bright, and he suddenly pointed at someone, "Strange, why does he have no shadow?"

That person turned out to be Bodhidharma next to Zhong Sheng.

The mother took one look, her expression changed drastically, and she covered the child's mouth, "Don't talk nonsense, come home with me quickly."

She was extremely scared. During the holidays, she was most afraid of bumping into something unclean.

Ignoring the child's crying, she dragged her away from the crowd.

"Yeah, why don't I have a shadow?"

The conversation between mother and son fell into Damo's ears. He lowered his head subconsciously and saw countless overlapping figures on the ground, except for his shadow.

Zhong Sheng was still explaining to Bodhidharma, "This shadow puppet troupe must be from Lao Shaanxi. They sing all the old Qin opera, which is very enjoyable."

Bodhidharma suddenly asked Zhong Sheng, "Do living people always have shadows?"

This question has no beginning or end.

Zhong Sheng didn't take it seriously, "That's nature. If there is no shadow, it is not a living person."

Bodhidharma's expression suddenly changed, as if he had been struck by lightning, he walked backwards out of the crowd.

"Yes, without a shadow, what am I?"

He staggered and walked to a high hanging lantern. Then he looked at the ground under his feet. There was light but no shadow.

"What am I?"

"Master, Master!"

Zhong Sheng also noticed that Bodhidharma had walked away, separated from the crowd and squeezed out.

He walked a few steps quickly and saw Bodhidharma's back disappearing in the crowd, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Master, wait for me."

Zhong Sheng was so anxious that he completely forgot that he could escape as long as he took this opportunity.

The faster he walked, the blurry his vision became, with Bodhidharma's back looming.

"Hoo ho ho!"

Zhong Sheng stretched out his hand to grab it, but it fell into the air and fell down on the street. There was no trace of Bodhidharma anywhere in the surrounding area.

He grabbed the monkey mask and muttered to himself, "Where have you gone?"

At the top of Wuru Peak in Songshan Mountain, there is a young monk holding an oil lamp and walking staggeringly in the cave.

He took a step forward, bowed, and when he reached the end of the cave, he suddenly stopped.

On the stone wall in the cave, there was originally nothing, but suddenly a faint human figure appeared, with a sitting posture and clear folds of clothes.

"The shadow of Patriarch Bodhidharma has returned to the mountain!"

For a time, the monks practicing hard in Songshan cheered in unison, and some even cried with joy.

Bodhidharma spent nine years facing the wall while sitting in meditation, leaving behind a projection of an ink painting on the stone wall facing him.

Descendants of Zen Buddhism regarded it as a miracle and worshiped it.

Suddenly one day, the shadow disappeared, leaving only a blank stone wall.

Many years later, the shadow reappeared on the stone wall in the cave, like a wanderer returning home.
Chapter completed!