The Monkey King

In the dark inner room, only the green light flickered.

Subhuti, Qingyunzi. The master and apprentice looked at each other in silence for a long time.

It wasn't until Qingyunzi lowered his head in confusion, disappointment and despair that Subhuti slowly said: "Step back."

Everything you say is redundant, and there is no room for argument.

The door opened with a bang, and outside the house, the monkey was still kneeling, looking at Qingyunzi in surprise.

He could hear Qingyunzi's roar, but not Subhuti's whisper.

Qingyunzi stood up slowly and bent down: "Disciple...resign."

"Go ahead."

Turning around slowly, Qingyunzi's hair was disheveled, as if he was depressed after the war, and he left step by step, never looking at Stone Monkey again.

The back figure looked like a downcast old man, which made the monkey very puzzled.

"If you can't target me, is there any need to do this? How much hatred is this?" the monkey thought.

It wasn't until Qingyunzi walked away that Subhuti stood up with a smile on his face, shook his sleeves, walked up to the monkey, and said with a smile: "You monkey head, you always cause trouble for me. Don't do this again in the future!"

Seeing Subhuti's smile, the monkey was immediately relieved and joked: "It won't be like this in the future! It won't be like this in the future! If I go to the Sutra Pavilion again in the future, I won't let senior brother catch me again!"

"You monkey!" shouted a loud voice. Subhuti raised his hand and pretended to hit him, but he missed it and laughed.

Now the monkey felt more confident. Taking advantage of Subhuti's good mood, he simply said: "Master, if you allow me to enter the Sutra Pavilion, why don't you give me a warrant so that there won't be any trouble in the future."

"When will I be able to become a master?" Subhuti asked with a smile.

"this……"

"If Master approves you, what will happen to the disciples whose cultivation is higher than yours? Why do you think your senior brother Qingyun is arresting you tonight?" As he spoke, Subhuti bent down and supported his knees with both hands. He looked at the monkey, then turned to point to the Sutra Pavilion in the distance, and said meaningfully: "The Sutra Pavilion is right there, and it won't move. It is normal to patrol twice every night, once at Xu hour and a quarter, and once at Mao hour and three quarters. . If you can enter, then go in. If you can't, don't say anything more. Don't mention the warrant again in the future."

After saying that, he straightened up, turned around and walked into the room. He turned his back to the monkey and said, "From now on, my teacher will ask someone to count the scriptures every day. If there are three books missing, it will be your fault!"

The door slammed shut.

"Three books are missing?" Monkey twisted his sore neck: "That means you are only allowed to 'borrow' two books at a time, and you can only 'borrow' again after copying them and returning them?"

The monkey straightened up and thought silently for a long time: "What kind of medicine is this old man selling in the gourd?"

Subhuti is probably thousands of years old. Trying to guess the thoughts of an immortal who is thousands of years old is just asking for trouble.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason, so the monkey could only just not think about it.

Fortunately, there was no danger tonight, but I became more and more confused about Subhuti's attitude.

On the way back to the residence, there were Taoist disciples who were paying attention to the monkeys. They should have been resting at this time, but I think the incident just now caused a big incident and woke up everyone in the temple.

"He sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion tonight!"

"I knelt outside the door for a whole year and refused to leave, but as soon as I came in..."

"Beasts are still beasts after all. That beast sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion tonight and was caught by Uncle Qingyun. Master didn't even punish him. What an old fool!"

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense."

"Master made a mistake in accepting him in the first place. He is such a barbarian, so he should kneel down at the door and make peace with him!"

"He jumped out of the stone and knelt down to turn it into stone! Hee hee hee. Master, I don't care, but my uncle is willing to let it go. I'm afraid he will suffer in the future."

They whispered to each other, and when they saw the monkey approaching, they avoided it and moved away.

It's been almost a year since they started, and they were already accustomed to the presence of monkeys, but now they seem to be avoiding them like the plague before.

The monkey saw this situation but did not remember it in his heart.

The stone monkeys themselves are unique, and even the monkeys and grandchildren of the Huaguo Mountain are distant relatives at best.

It seems inevitable to be ostracized before you have strength, even if you encounter monsters who are distant relatives, not to mention these self-esteemed spirits of all things - humans?

Monkeys have long been accustomed to this.

After returning to Ling Yanli, he opened the door and saw a panicked Feng Chime.

"You...how did you...come back?"

"Why can't I come back? What are you doing here... Where are my books!" The monkey roared with wide eyes.

Now none of the scriptures copied under the bed in the past six months are gone!

After roaring like this, Feng Chime's tears fell one by one: "I...I'm afraid...I'm afraid that Master will kick you out and hear them say you'll be caught...wuwu...I'm timid...I don't dare to go Look, I have to come here quickly... come here and help you hide the book, I'm afraid my uncle will bring someone to search... Wuwu..."

In a blink of an eye, the wind chime was already crying. These were the tears that had been stored for nine months, and finally poured out all at once.

God knows how frightened she had been during these nine months.

Looking at the pear blossoms carrying rainy wind chimes, Monkey's heart also became sour.

Walking to the wind chime, squatting down and wiping away his tears with his hands, the monkey sighed: "It's okay, the master didn't punish me. Haha, Qingyunzi's face turned green with anger."

"Really...really?"

"Do you think I'm not standing like this? I said it, and the master acquiesced."

The wind chime rushed into the monkey's arms and hugged the monkey tightly: "Monkey, don't go to the Sutra Pavilion anymore, okay? Don't go. I'm afraid they will drive you away..."

The monkey was silent for a while, then he stroked the wind chime's back and said, "If something like this happens again in the future, don't worry about it. If they ask about it, just pretend you don't know anything. If something happens tonight, will you be there?" Aren’t we here to catch them?”

"Then what do you do? If they find the book, the guilt will be aggravated."

"What should I do? I don't have to do anything. I am the Monkey King, the Monkey King!"

Wind Chime burst into tears and smiled: "Monkey King?"

He gently poked the stone monkey on the head with a whisk and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense again."

"Nonsense? Huh!" The monkey stood up and posed with the broom leaning on the side: "When I leave the army, I will hang the banner of the Monkey King on the top of the mountain. If anyone dares to mess with it then, If the wind chime sheds tears, I will beat him to pieces! Hahahaha."

"What if it's you who caused it?"

"If it's my fault...if it's my fault, just write it down first and figure it out later."

"You can talk nonsense as much as you want. If you really hang up the name of Monkey King Qitian on the top of the mountain, I'm afraid that the army of heaven will attack you early, and you will be beaten to a pulp first! Qitian, you can't talk nonsense."

In the small wooden house, the two of them laughed and cursed. For some reason, in a daze, the monkey thought of Que'er again.

An inexplicable palpitation suddenly occurred.

How long will it take, how long will it take before we can return to that hillside and pick up Que'er...

…

Behind the hall, in the inner room, Subhuti and an old man were playing chess on the floor.

This old man is wearing a pair of thick black Taoist robes, with a black jade red bird hairpin in his head. He has crane-haired boyish face, a peaceful face, and the posture of an immortal. The word "wind" is embroidered in gold on his sleeves.

This person is Subhuti's chief disciple who is still wandering in Beizhou in Feng Ling's mouth - Qing Fengzi!

Seeing Subhuti's brows furrowed, Qingfengzi slowly placed a black stone on the chess line and asked, "Master, do you think that what you said to the fifth junior brother tonight was a little too much?"

Hearing this, Subhuti shook his head slowly, but his eyes never left the chessboard. He stretched out his hand to stick a white character on the chessboard and said, "Do you know why all the nine disciples who came under my former master's door have achieved success, but only one of them has achieved success?" Are you leaving your fifth junior brother Qingyunzi in the observation room?"

"Disciple doesn't know."