The Monkey King

Late at night, there was suddenly a rush of footsteps outside the house.

This made the monkey's heart jump into his throat.

"Are you ready to take action?" He quietly clenched the wooden stick in his hand, which was the only weapon at hand.

The footsteps finally stopped in front of the door.

Immediately, the monkey ducked to the side of the door and raised the wooden stick, preparing to kill one of the legs of anyone who dared to kick the door.

However, the expected attack did not occur.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a rapid knock on the door.

"Knocking on the door during a sneak attack? Are these people gentlemanly or just stupid?" Monkey thought.

"It's me! Open the door!" This is the sound of wind chimes.

Opening the door, the monkey saw the panting wind chime looking around in a panic.

She squeezed through the door quickly, holding a large bag of things in her hands.

After bolting the door and turning around, the monkey saw the wind chime pouring out a table full of strange things from the bag!

"What are these?" the monkey asked, somewhat stunned.

The wind chime quickly flipped through the pages, took out a short golden iron rod, and threw it to the monkey.

"These were given to me by my master and senior brother. They are all magic weapons!" He grabbed a short wooden sword and the wind chime hurriedly hid next to the monkey.

"What are you doing?" Monkey weighed the iron rod, which was only one foot and three inches long in his hand. He had no doubt that this thing was a magic weapon, but the problem was...if you haven't reached the realm of the gods, why would you use a magic weapon? ?

Seeing Xiao Nizi biting her lip and holding the wooden sword, looking at the door intently, the monkey was amused.

"Can you still laugh?" Feng Ling was about to cry: "Do you know how many of them there are? I ran to find the Master, and the Master said we haven't beaten him yet, and we will wait until he does. I... I had to come by myself. .”

Seeing the anxious look on the wind chime, Monkey felt a lot more relaxed: "It's just a beating. Do they dare to beat me to death in this view? Humph."

Outside the house, a group of Taoist priests squatting in the grass were whispering.

"Did you see that the fourth princess Feng Chime, uncle, has gone in? I really don't understand why she is protecting the monkey like this."

"Then shall we take action?"

Suddenly, everyone couldn't help but recall the scene where Feng Ling's senior brother Yue Chao took her for a walk in the temple a few days ago.

Although she has never been spoiled, Feng Chime's title of "Fourth Princess" is not false.

Injuring the wind chime is not a fun thing. Not to mention Subhuti's love for her, nor her master Qingfengzi who is Subhuti's first disciple. That senior brother Yue Chao alone is a well-known thorn in his side, and he will never take revenge. Be soft-handed.

As if he had expected it, he even brought wind chimes around the Taoist temple when he came back a few days ago, just to remind everyone not to behave inappropriately towards his junior sister!

There are a hundred ways for a monk who is in the realm of spiritual refining and return to reality to kill a bunch of monks in the realm of concentration and energy. This is common sense!

After a long silence, no one in the grass spoke first: "First... take a look before talking."

Everyone was silent.

I watched this all night long and was bitten by mosquitoes all night long.

The night passed without any danger. When the sky got slightly brighter, the monkey felt that the Taoist disciples who were ambushing around them were quietly leaving one by one.

Another day begins.

The entire Taoist temple was discussing in whispers. The pairs of eyes looked at the monkey with a smile, as if they were waiting to see how he would die.

At noon, Subhuti posted a notice on the wall: "Fighting in the temple is prohibited. Violators will be severely punished."

It is said that a group of people were indignant and shouted that Subhuti was favoring monkeys. The troubled person casually asked the Taoist disciple who came to post the poster: "Then if someone violates other prohibitions in the temple and the disciples take action to stop him, will he still need to be severely punished?"

The Taoist disciple was well prepared, raised his head, and shouted in a long voice: "Master has something to say about this situation, let's discuss it separately!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

Okay, now the rules of the game are set.

What Subhuti means is: If a monkey wants to enter the Sutra Pavilion at night, you are allowed to beat him severely. If the monkey didn't intend to enter the Sutra Pavilion at night, if you do it, don't blame me for being severely punished.

From a certain perspective, this is not a deterrent at all, but an encouragement!

The monkey's teeth chattered when he heard the news.

"Does this old guy love theater so much?"

But there was nothing he could do. Now that he was living under someone else's roof, he had no idea what Subhuti wanted to do.

All I can do now is endure it. As long as I master the seventy-two changes, I won't be afraid of anything.

The monkey didn't go out that whole day. He just meditated and practiced in his cabin. When he got tired, he turned to look at the pile of copied books.

Since no one systematically taught this knowledge of immortality, the monkeys could not even identify books before, which directly led to the accumulation of "useless books" in Li's family.

But are there "useless books" in the Scripture Collection Pavilion?

Of course not. The so-called "useless books" only refer to those books that are biased towards the path of enlightenment.

Compared with the path of practitioners, the path of enlightenment is more complicated, and Subhuti himself also practiced the path of enlightenment, so there are more related books.

But now these book monkeys read each book in detail, even if they can't understand it, they memorize it by rote.

You know, his current opponents are all enlightened ones. If they don't understand anything, why not count them dead?

After Subhuti's troubles, the monkey finally understood the horror of the path of enlightenment - it can be fought without bloodshed!

In the afternoon, the monkey suddenly heard a tinkling sound outside the house.

When I opened the door, I saw that a Taoist disciple was repairing the abandoned wooden house next door, while two other Taoist disciples were moving things into the house from a cart.

The wind chime standing at the door holding a broom saw the monkey coming out and said happily: "I moved here!"

"Why did you move here? Does the master agree?" Monkey asked puzzledly.

"Protect you!" Feng Ling waved his small fist and said, "I checked, and they are still quite afraid of me. As long as I am here, I will definitely be useful. As for Master, he doesn't care about such trivial matters."

Monkey probably understood what she meant. He still knew the position of the wind chime in the temple. The problem is, when it comes to the background of this senior brother and master, the monkey’s background is definitely higher than that of the wind chime, but...

"Why do you think people's fortunes are so different between people?" Monkey couldn't help but think.

And it requires a little girl to protect it, so it’s a bit embarrassing to tell it.

But the monkey didn't refuse either.

For the next month, Monkey practiced in his room and did not go to the Sutra Pavilion. He just wanted to reach the state of Nashen as soon as possible. Once he reached it, the unarmed Taoist disciples in the Concentration state ambushed outside the house would no longer be a problem!

During this period of time, the wind chimes accompanied him every day.

The days passed without any danger. Since the monkey had not moved for a long time, and it was not known whether it was a trap, there were fewer and fewer Taoist disciples guarding the door.

As a result, the monkey was ready to sneak into the Sutra Pavilion again.

Every time he absorbed spiritual energy in those days, he found that his body was in boundless pain. The tingling sensation spread to every corner of his skin. The more spiritual energy he absorbed, the more intense the pain became. It was pain that seemed to come from the depths of the soul.

What’s even more frightening is that this feeling intensifies day by day as we practice.

This situation almost caused him to collapse.

He knew that he had touched the threshold of the realm of the gods.

But this was different from what he knew. The book in his hand only recorded that the body would feel extremely uncomfortable when entering the state of Nashen. However, he did not expect that the so-called discomfort would be so strong.

Presumably it was because of the monkey's own physical problems that he absorbed spiritual power with all his strength and was dozens of times faster than other immortal cultivators. Of course, the severe pain endured was also dozens of times greater.

The most frightening thing is that as it gets closer and closer to the critical point of concentration and acceptance, this kind of pain is increasing at an exponential rate.

At the beginning, it was just pain, and he could bear it with his firm will. However, at the end of each practice, he felt as if he had run for dozens of miles, sweating profusely and almost collapsed.

However, as the practice progressed, the originally tame spiritual power in the body seemed to turn into a ferocious beast, surging and restless, as if it was about to tear the body apart and burrow out.

Several times when I reached the extreme level of cultivation, fresh water sprayed out, and I fainted from the pain. When I woke up, I saw the wind chime with red eyes.

This makes Monkey wonder if if he continues to practice like this, he will return to the West without developing his magical powers.

In fact, the book in Monkey's hand also records a method that can alleviate this "discomfort", and that is the Naishen Pill. However, alchemy is a job for high-level immortal cultivators. Moreover, Monkey cultivates the Tao of Walkers, so alchemy will never have anything to do with him, and Feng Ling's cultivation level is not enough.

In desperation, Monkey could only come up with the idea of ​​​​Zangjing Pavilion again, hoping to get one or two relief methods from it.

However, the existence of wind chimes is not only feared by the hostile Taoist disciples, but also by monkeys.

Can she watch the monkey take risks without absolute certainty? Several times the monkeys were preparing to set out at night, but the wind chimes followed them fully armed.

In the end, the monkey could only give up the idea. He had to slow down the speed of absorbing spiritual power to ensure that the pain was within the range he could bear.

But even so, as time goes by, the time the monkey can spend practicing every day is getting shorter and shorter, and the time needed to relieve pain is getting longer and longer, and the time to enter the state of Naomi has been postponed indefinitely.

One morning a month later, when the wind chime and the monkey were practicing in the house, the door rang.