The Monkey King

The next morning, before the sun rose, the monkey got up early, washed himself as before, and began to practice.

Practicing day after day, every day, he secretly calculated how long it would take to become the Monkey King, the Monkey King with great supernatural powers.

But the more this happened, the more panicked he became. As the pain increased, this road seemed to have no end.

Faced with this inexplicable panic, he had nothing to do. All he could do was to endure hardships and persevere day after day. No matter how painful or difficult it was, he had to hold on.

Just as he said in front of Queer's grave.

After taking the second Nashen Pill, he began to meditate on a rock half-covered with moss outside the house to absorb spiritual energy.

The practice in the past few days has indeed been accelerated a lot thanks to the help of the Naishen Pill to maintain sanity, but the damage of this extreme practice will not be offset by a small anesthetic.

Silks of spiritual energy quickly gathered into the body and turned into spiritual power. The spiritual power in the body surged out and hit, causing a tingling sensation in every inch of the skin. It seemed that the Nashen Pill could no longer completely eliminate the pain.

And a stream of heat surged into his brain, torturing his already unconscious consciousness even more crazily.

When the monkey finished practicing for an hour and was on the verge of mental collapse again, the wind chime came to the monkey with a smile on his face, carrying the cut fruit.

Opening his eyes, suppressing his rapid breathing, gritting his teeth and pretending to be nonchalant, the monkey walked to the well and poured another bucket of water on his head, ending his practice this time.

After calming down, the monkey sat next to the wind chime and started to nibble on the fruit. The hand holding the fruit was trembling slightly!

Putting a handful of sliced ​​fruit into her mouth and chewing it, the monkey glanced at the wind chime secretly, as if she didn't notice this.

Since moving to Ling Yanli, the kitchen is next to her, and it has become Feng Chime's habit to help the monkeys prepare food every day.

"How's it going?" Feng Chime asked with concern.

"It's almost there. I feel like in another three or two days... in another three or two days, I should be able to complete the transition from the Concentrating Soul Realm to the Divine Inner Realm. It's faster than expected."

Feng Chime's brows frowned slightly.

This was obviously something to be happy about, but why did she see only worry in the monkey's eyes?

However, this worry was only fleeting. At any rate, the monkey no longer seemed as painful as before taking the Nashen Pill.

"Three or two days? Huh, I don't think you will be able to cultivate to the state of Nai Shen in your lifetime."

A clear and pleasant voice came. The monkey raised his head and saw Yang Chan walking slowly from a distance with her hands behind her hands.

She still has the fluttering white clothes and the cold and beautiful expression, but she is just a little warmer than before.

"You're talking nonsense! The monkey will soon reach the state of accepting gods!" Feng Chime puffed up his cheeks and glared at Yang Chan.

But the monkey just remained silent and continued to chew the fruit with his head lowered. When Yang Chan walked in front of him, he asked: "Tell me, what do you think?"

At this question, the corners of Yang Chan's mouth turned up slightly, but Feng Chime froze completely.

"If the Nashen Pill completely fails now, you will probably faint immediately, right?" Yang Chan stretched out her slender fingers, lightly tapped the monkey's shoulder, and said meaningfully.

The corner of the monkey's eyes trembled, but he continued to chew the fruit as if nothing had happened.

Feng Chi wanted to retort, but she had keenly caught the monkey's silence, as if the previous ominous premonition had been confirmed, and Yang Chan was so shocked that she could not speak.

Glancing at the frightened wind chime, Yang Chan took his hand back and said coldly: "You know? Your body is already close to its limit. No matter how effective the Nashen Pill is, once your body reaches its limit, you will completely lose consciousness. . Of course, death will not happen. You can rest assured of this. With Subhuti here, you will never die. But when you wake up, you will find that the passage that originally broke out of the gap is completely blocked again, and everything has changed. Start from scratch.”

Is this an...infinite loop?

No matter how calm he is, the monkey can no longer pretend to be calm.

If we enter such an endless cycle, what’s the point of being a practitioner?

"Nonsense! You are also cultivating the Way of the Enlightenment. How do you know about the Way of the Practitioner? Just... even if there are such drawbacks, there is no way that Uncle Ling Yunzi will not explain it clearly!" Feng Ling shouted.

The monkey's hand holding the apple froze slightly, and his wide-open mouth did not bite it. Instead, he raised his head and stared at Yang Chan.

Looking at the expressionless monkey and the somewhat panicked wind chime, a rare smile appeared on Yang Chan's face, a contemptuous smile: "There is nothing wrong with me cultivating the path of enlightenment, but Ling Yunzi, who makes alchemy, also practices enlightenment. The Dao of the Practitioner. He must have never taken the Nashen Pill. The reason why he didn't say it was because there were few practitioners in the world who would encounter this kind of situation. The difficulty of practicing the Dao of the Practitioner is closely related to the qualifications of the immortal cultivator. No I have encountered it before, so he doesn’t know.”

Putting her face close to the monkey, Yang Chan's charming eyes were like silk, her breath was like orchid, and she said slowly: "Anyone who can encounter this kind of situation is a genius. This kind of person has incredible speed of absorbing spiritual energy. Believe it or not! If you want If you have a solution, come to me.”

After saying that, Yang Chan turned around and left. After taking a few steps, she suddenly turned around, tapped her red lips with her index finger, raised her chin proudly, and pretended to think: "Hey, I forgot to mention, I know the magic pill." Whose masterpiece is it?"

The monkey pricked up his ears.

"The first person to practice it is called Yuding. The first person to eat it is called Yang Jian."

"Yang...Yang Jian!" Feng Ling was stunned for a moment.

In the morning breeze, watching Yang Chan walking away, the monkey's eyes slowly opened wide, his hand relaxed slightly, and half of the apple in his hand slipped quietly.

…

Subhuti, who was practicing meditation with his eyes closed in the depths of the Qianxin Hall, shook his head gently, with a helpless smile on his lips.

…

Almost as soon as Yang Chan sat down in the wooden house where she lived with Feng Ling, the monkey ran to the door panting.

"You think about it very quickly." Yang Chan brewed a pot of tea, poured it into the cup, picked it up, breathed slowly, and said leisurely with her back to the monkey: "I am in the late stage of concentration. I am out of breath after running a few steps. , the burden on the meridians in the body is already heavy, right? It’s not easy to still persist in this situation. I’m curious as to what purpose you have that requires you to work so hard.”

"Tell me how to solve it." The monkey said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, but you have to agree to one condition."

"What conditions?"

"Promise me a request. As for what the request is, I haven't thought of it yet. I'll tell you when I think of it. I want you to make a promise, a promise that must be fulfilled. In fact, I saved your life, and I wanted to ask you for something. It's not too much. However, I hope to get a formal commitment." Yang Chan said slowly, with a smile on his face, as if he was talking to his best friend about trivial matters in life.

This is obviously a rip-off attitude!

"Does it make sense?" Monkey asked coldly: "Does it make sense to commit to a cultivator who only has the Concentration Realm?"

"Of course it makes sense." Yang Chan slowly turned around, lifted up her white cloth boots with gold rims, continued to sip tea, and said with a smile: "I heard some rumors that you sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion last time. Subhuti didn't even punish you, and made your five senior brothers stay locked up. Those Taoist disciples simply hated you, and their curses on you were colorful and wonderful. If you met someone who didn't know better, they would have thought that Subhuti had committed a crime. Confused, why did I accept such a misbehaving disciple like you?"

After a pause, the smile on her face faded slightly, and she turned her eyes towards the monkey, and then said: "But my opinion is slightly different from theirs. I don't believe that Subhuti, the ancient Western immortal who is famous all over the world, will go to special places as he pleases. Treat a certain disciple, and I have seen how quickly you absorb spiritual power. Therefore, your promise is meaningful."

"What if I don't fulfill it then?"

"No." Yang Chan took a sip of tea, smacked her lips, and said with a smile: "There is a feather in your sleeve, an apricot-yellow feather. If I remember correctly, the canary is also apricot-yellow. Just for the sake of cultivating immortality, there is no need to work as hard as you do. Let me guess, she is dead, and you have a commitment to her, right? "

Hearing this, the corners of the monkey's eyes twitched suddenly: "That's enough!"

The monkey's reaction had confirmed her guess, which made the smile on Yang Chan's face thicker, the smile of a winner.

He put the tea cup in his hand on the table, leaned against the table and looked at the monkey up and down, and said: "I suggest you not to leave the Xianyue Sanxing Cave until you improve your cultivation. In your current state, just one glance will affect your body." Everything will be clearly seen by the other party. If I hadn't found out that you were the monkey I once met, and found that you still had feathers in your sleeves, I wouldn't have wanted your promise. How about my conditions? ,Agree?"

This woman is indeed dangerous!

Monkey said coldly with a steely face: "No, I think I can cultivate to the state of Nashen without using the Nashen Pill, but it will take a long time. I can wait!"

Just as he was about to turn around, he heard Yang Chan's laughter behind him: "Whimsical. The speed of spiritual power absorption, no matter how suppressed, is limited. Limiting the speed of spiritual power absorption has been a problem for thousands of years in the path of enlightenment. Too fast The speed means that you cannot practice continuously. Haven't you noticed that after each practice, as soon as the practice stops, the path that was originally opened begins to close again? Consider my advice carefully, you will encounter it again in the future. There are many problems, problems that are different from other people. While Subhuti seems not to care about you, I can help you. In order to make your commitment more valuable, I will try my best to help you."

Without looking back, after hearing this, the monkey strode away from the wooden house.

Feng Chime, who had been standing outside the house, quickly followed closely.