The Monkey King

The monkey did not return to his cabin or continue practicing. Instead, he walked all the way, as if he had no purpose, but simply wanted to stay away from Yang Chan.

Behind him, the wind chimes followed closely without saying a word.

After a long time, the monkey finally stopped.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. She's just talking nonsense." The monkey said.

Wind Chime bit her lip, wanting to say something, but she didn't know what to say. He just silently clenched the whisk in his hand and remained silent.

The monkey sighed and said, "You go back first."

After that, he took steps forward again.

"where are you going?"

"I want to be alone for a while. Don't worry, I'm fine."

Watching the monkey's retreating figure, the wind chime could only stand there blankly.

Climbing the stone steps all the way, the monkey stopped until he found there was no way to go at the top of the mountain.

With his back arched and his knees propped up, he was breathing heavily, his heart beating violently, and the blood rushed straight to his head along his meridians, making him feel a little dizzy.

This has never happened before. This level of exercise, even if it was far from touching the door frame of the Nashen Realm two months ago, the monkey would never be out of breath.

But now...

Every practice seemed to have turned into a torture of life and death, almost exhausting all his physical strength.

Looking up, I saw a sea of ​​clouds and mountain peaks in front of me.

Behind him are high cliffs.

The steps of Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai ended here. At the end of the steps was a simple pavilion. Beside the pavilion, a giant pine that seemed to have grown out of an ink painting stretched out in the air. It was unknown how many years it had grown.

Very few people come here on weekdays, so the pavilion is overgrown with weeds and no one takes care of it.

Sitting quietly in the pavilion, Monkey looked at the fairyland-like scenery in the distance, but he was confused.

Yang Chan is a dangerous person, and such a request is equivalent to asking for a sky-high price, but what the monkey is really upset about is not this - "Old man, why don't you take action? You don't want to see me break through, or..."

The monkey couldn't figure it out, and he vaguely felt that Subhuti had his own plan, but he didn't understand what kind of plan it was.

I still know too little about the world to make judgments about the current situation, so I can only behave with my tail between my legs.

This thought flashed past, but it made the monkey shudder.

He never wants to become what Sun Wukong looks like in his memory, but is what he wants right now?

Cultivation must be broken through. Why don't you work so hard for the monkey to become an immortal?

But even if he wants to break through, and eliminate all factors, Monkey is not willing to get involved with Yang Chan.

Yang Chan is clearly anti-Heaven, perhaps even more anti-Heaven than her brother.

But if you don't get along with Yang Chan, what should you do?

The monkey just sat there, panting, staring at the mountains in the distance, feeling confused.

He thought of Huaguo Mountain, the lonely grave on the hillside a hundred thousand miles away, and the ten years of climbing and struggling along the way.

Until the sun set in the west, he couldn't figure out the reason for his chaotic thoughts. He had no choice but to pat his trouser legs and stand up, and walked back.

When he returned to Ling Yanli, Monkey saw the wind chime standing on the rock looking out from a distance.

Seeing the monkey coming back, Feng Chime was obviously relieved, and she trotted to the monkey.

"I'm feeling better, it's okay."

The monkey said softly, but did not look into Feng Ling's eyes, which made Feng Ling's heart tighten slightly.

"Monkey, don't be unhappy." Feng Ling said with a fake smile: "I'll find my master, he... he will definitely have a solution, as long as it takes a few days..."

The monkey turned his head and smiled lightly, and reached out to touch the wind chime's head: "Don't worry, I will solve it myself. Thank you."

Will Qingfengzi be able to do something?

Maybe, but if Subhuti doesn't care about something, could Qingfengzi go out of his way to care about it?

Maybe this was part of Subhuti's plan. Why did Yang Chan come so coincidentally and on time?

The monkey felt like he was going crazy. Did this old man really treat himself like a monkey?

At night, the monkey shrank in the shadow of the corner, eyes closed, but instead of practicing to absorb spiritual energy, he was trying his best to adjust his breath and try to achieve the most ideal state he could achieve now.

…

In the attic corridor of Feiyun Pavilion, a young man wearing a red Bagua Taoist robe and with sharp eyes like an eagle held his hands on the fence and looked down at the Taoist temple quietly.

Behind him, Qing Yunzi was sitting in the darkness in the open door. The moonlight shone on him through the gap in the window, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"I haven't gone to see the master yet, so I came to you." The young man said impatiently, "Why are you closing the door just for this?"

Qingyunzi remained motionless and silent in the darkness.

"Are you ashamed of being bullied by your new junior brother?" The young man in red spit.

After a long time, a long sigh came from behind: "Third senior brother, what the master did this time is obviously wrong. If it is like this, where is the justice in the temple? But..."

"Wrong?" The young man slapped his hand on the fence to interrupt Qing Yunzi's words. He turned around and glared at Qing Yunzi in the darkness and shouted: "What is 'wrong'?"

As his emotions fluctuated, the red color on his body became more brilliant, like a burning flame.

This person is Dantongzi, the third disciple of Subhuti!

When asked by Dantongzi, Qingyunzi fell silent again.

Dan Tongzi said coldly: "In this world, what is right and what is wrong? Justice? The way of heaven? Justice? Order? I really don't understand what you are thinking about all day long! Is right or wrong so important? The old man has more than us. After living for tens of thousands of years, if you dare to cause trouble, you will know how to deal with it yourself, so you don’t need you and me to think about it here!"

A figure wearing gray robes and casual clothes jumped in from the outside, landed steadily next to Dan Tongzi, knelt down in single paint, and saluted.

Dan Tongzi just nodded to the visitor without saying a word, obviously still angry.

The man had a strong build and raised his head, revealing a cold and stiff face with sharp angles and an obvious scar on his left cheek.

"Master, the monkey is out. Jing Xing is watching."

Dantongzi pursed his lips, and a smile gradually appeared on his originally angry face. He rolled his sleeves and said, "Beat him. Beat him until he begs for mercy. Let him remember it for the rest of his life!"

"Respectfully take your orders!" Scarface nodded slightly, jumped directly from the attic, and disappeared into the night.

In the darkness, Qingyunzi opened his mouth slightly, hesitated for a while and said, "Why are you doing this?"

"Why bother? Why bother? Hahahaha! I'm happy!" Dan Tongzi clenched his fists, narrowed his eagle-like eyes slightly, looked at the stretching mountains in the distance, and said, "I want to see, one Monkey, why do you want to be my junior brother!"

…

In the dark night, on the cold rock wall, the monkey gritted its teeth and moved its body bit by bit to climb down.

He chose the most difficult path, climbed out of the wooden house's window facing the cliff, climbed the cliff, and walked sideways until he passed Qingyun Pavilion before re-entering the stone path.

Perhaps because they had been complacent for too long, the Taoist disciples had relaxed their vigilance, and there was no sound along the way.

But for some reason, the monkey's heart jumped into his throat, as if the danger was close at hand.

Sneakily using the green cover on both sides of the stone path, the monkey sneaked step by step. I felt happy, but also worried.

"The only one who can ask for help now is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. No matter what, I must find a way on my own." He thought.

At this time, on the branches of the tall pine trees behind him, a figure followed silently like a ghost.

When he walked out of the woods and was about to enter the reeds as tall as a person, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed very close to the monkey!

Holding fists with his bare hands, Scarface tilted his head, stared at the monkey coldly, and said: "Disciple Dantong, please pay homage to your uncle."

Fierce and evil.

As soon as he turned around, the monkey saw another figure jumping down from the tree.

The person who came was wearing the same gray casual robe as Scarface. He had a slender figure and a scimitar on his waist. When he raised his face, the monkey saw a black eyepatch. This man has only one eye.

"Dantongzi, my disciples come here to pay their respects to my uncle."

Unlike the seemingly weak disciples in the Taoist temple, these two people are more appropriate to be described as bandits than Taoist priests.

"Dantongzi..." The corners of the monkey's eyes twitched slightly, and he smiled bitterly: "I'm back after all. I want to run now, but I'm afraid I won't be able to escape."

He clenched his fists faintly.

The dark clouds dispersed and the full moon was in the sky.

The moonlight poured on the monkey's face, reflecting its fangs and a ferocious expression, like a beast that had reached a dead end and was ready to fight to the death.

There were bursts of noise in the silent night. Obviously, it was not just the two people in front of me who knew that the monkey had left the cabin.

"Go away——!" He roared hysterically, and the roar resounded through the cold night, frightening countless birds into the sky.