The Monkey King

Facing the shrinking crowd, the monkey raised his head and looked directly at Dantongzi, who was standing high above him.

The face covered with blood was full of smiles.

At that moment, the veins popping out of Dan Tongzi's forehead jumped suddenly.

"If they don't come, will you come?" The monkey grinned wildly. A proud smile, a contemptuous smile, a provocative smile.

Those bursts of laughter fell into Feng Ling's heart, heartbreaking.

Dan Tongzi, who was standing high on the top of the tree, was livid. He could see that everyone present was afraid.

But this is clearly just a dying beast! What are you afraid of!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Chan actually smiled foolishly.

Not everyone can understand the radiance of persistence in despair, that kind of madness.

There are always some people in this world who are brave, stubborn, even paranoid, bohemian, proud, and arrogant. Even in desperate situations, they will never compromise.

I would rather die than lose.

The scene in front of him gradually became hazy, and in a daze, the figure of the monkey in front of him actually overlapped with the figure of his brother who was famous all over the world.

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

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In the dark room, Qing Yunzi picked up a cup of tea and put it to his mouth, but he still didn't drink it.

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In the dark hall, Subhuti was carving the black wood with his hand. He paused slightly, raised his head and took a deep breath, his face a little solemn.

"Master, do you really not care?" Yu Yi, standing aside, bowed and asked.

Subhuti stared expressionlessly at the dark night outside the front door for a long time, waved his hand, lowered his head and continued to carefully carve the black wood in his hand, and sighed: "What if my three-star cave with the slanting moon is a furnace?" , that is a sword. The more you temper it today, the sharper it will be when it comes out of its sheath... Only if you can bear it can you do what he wants to do."

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The bright moonlight shines on the earth, illuminating this crazy monkey.

The Taoist disciples were filled with fear and retreated involuntarily.

Is this the end?

No!

Dantongzi coughed twice, which suddenly woke everyone up.

Scarface and One-Eyed Dragon were shocked and quickly took half a step towards the monkey.

"Come on!" They did not move forward, but waved to the group of Taoist disciples who were at a loss and also frightened to come.

There was a look of contempt on the monkey's face: "You are still afraid after all, hahahaha, coward, what are you afraid of? Hahahaha!"

The blood seeping from his forehead flowed into his eyes along the center of his eyebrows, stinging so hard that he couldn't even open one of his eyes. However, this did not prevent him from despising all the Taoist disciples, including the two Naishen realm cultivators, and even Dantong. son.

The Taoist disciples looked at each other, but no one moved forward. Instead, they moved slightly backward.

"Come on -!" The one-eyed dragon roared and waved his machete, about to slash at one of the Taoist disciples.

The Taoist disciple ran forward in panic, closed his eyes, and punched the monkey.

Without any surprise, the punch hit the monkey firmly in the heart.

At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to dodge.

His body tilted slightly and he collapsed directly to the ground.

"Come on -! What are you waiting for!" Scarface raised his foot and kicked the Taoist disciple on the side.

Gradually, two, three, four.

The fear that enveloped everyone seemed to have dissipated, or maybe they were just using crazy actions to cover up their uneasiness.

They surrounded the monkey and punched and kicked him again, trying their best and hysterical.

But the monkey just laughed, laughed wildly, and the laughter made all the Taoist disciples feel numb inside and became more and more crazy.

Through the gap in the human wall, Dan Tongzi saw that red eye staring at him, like a bottomless abyss, which made people shudder.

"Forget it, don't beat me to death. I won't be able to explain it to you." Dan Tongzi shook his sleeves and disappeared into thin air.

Maybe even he was afraid.

As soon as Dantongzi disappeared, the two Nashen realm cultivators immediately followed him impatiently.

For both of them, they didn't want to stay here for a moment.

As soon as the three of them left, the Taoist disciples looked at each other at a loss and ran away as if they had done some shady bad thing. They ran so fast that they even dropped the torches in their hands.

In the large open space, several torches burned creakingly.

Only the monkey was left, as if it were dead and unable to move. All the monkey hair on its body had been dyed red and was sticky.

Yang Chan smiled helplessly, stood up and took a step forward when she saw the wind chime, which had been released from the restraint, running towards the monkey.

"Looks like it's not my turn yet." He laughed, turned around and disappeared into the boundless darkness.

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"Monkey! Monkey...monkey, don't die!"

The wind chime ran over in panic, fell down, and struggled to get up again. Covered in dust, it fell on the monkey. Tears fell down, dripping on the monkey's fur and mixed with blood.

She wiped away her tears and howled.

"I can't die..." Monkey held up his remaining half eye and looked at the only girl in the world who cared about him: "It's not that easy to die. I just have a cheap life, and the prince of hell won't accept it. Haha cough cough…”

A stream of blood coughed up from the monkey's throat, frightening the wind chime.

"Don't talk! Don't talk!" She hurriedly tore off the hem of her skirt, but held it in her hands and didn't know where to bandage it.

From beginning to end, she was just a ten-year-old child, a helpless child.

The blood and down on the monkey in front of him were mixed together, and the wounds could not be seen.

"I'm going to call Master!" Feng Ling turned around and left.

Monkey grabbed her clothes: "Don't..."

"That's it!"

"Don't go looking for that... dead old man..." Monkey grabbed the hand of the wind chime's clothes and slowly tightened it.

Feng Chime turned around and looked at the body lying on the ground and the holes in the slightly opened eyes.

Even at this moment, he is still so stubborn and refuses to admit defeat.

Tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes again, and she stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears with her sleeves: "Monkey...monkey, don't scare me, okay? Don't be like this, okay? Don't be so stubborn. I'll go find Master, he I will definitely save you.”

"I don't need... anyone... to save! I don't need anyone..." Monkey's brows suddenly frowned tightly, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth tightly. His expression of pain could no longer be concealed, and he straightened up. His chest fell down as if it had lost all its strength, leaving only the hand holding the sleeve that would not let go no matter what.

"I'm sorry. Monkey." Feng Ling could only lie on the monkey and cry bitterly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I took Kuolingdan, but... I still can't do anything. I can only cry. I only know how to cry. I It’s really useless, I’m sorry.”

The monkey's blood-covered hand raised with difficulty, stroked the wind chime's little head, and wiped away the tears on his cheek: "Silly girl, stop crying. Next time something happens to me, just stay away...don't do anything. Dry."

Feng Chime shook his head: "Monkey... Is cultivating an immortal really that important? Is it more important than life?"

The monkey didn't answer, but opened his eyes slightly and looked at the bright moon passing through the sky. He was silent, and the hand stroking the wind chime's cheek froze.

His eyes were slightly moist.

Many, many years ago, someone also asked him this question, and it was a canary.

If it were her who was around now, would she also ask this question?

The monkey didn't know, he only knew that the escape route had already been blocked by himself. There is no way out, so we can only keep moving forward.

No matter how many years, no matter how difficult, no matter how painful, he must persevere on this journey and not be able to retreat even half a step.

If there is no road, make a way.

This was his choice and he has no regrets.

After taking two deep breaths and finally regaining his composure, he whispered: "Help me... get up."

In the cold night, the biting wind, and the empty mountain, the monkey held on to the wind chime little by little and struggled to stand up, teetering on the edge of collapse.

Every movement, every ounce of strength was accompanied by severe pain, and he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

"Let's go back."

"Monkey, why does it have to be like this?"

"I'm afraid that once I retreat, I will completely lose the courage to move forward...ahem..."

"Monkey! Don't scare me!"

"It's okay...it's really okay, I can't die. I won't die if I cough twice."

"Stop talking!"

On the long stone steps, two lonely figures cuddled together.

The road that night was very cold, very far, and very painful. It was so painful that his consciousness gradually became blurry. It was so painful that Feng Chime's tears could not be stopped no matter what. It was so painful that Monkey would remember it for the rest of his life.

I remember that there was a section of the road where a helpless little girl shed tears and stubbornly supported him. She used all her strength to prevent him from falling and walked together.

When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day. He was lying on the couch in his cabin, his whole body wrapped like a rice dumpling.

The wind chime was covered in blood, and he stood aside, wrung out the towel, and quietly wiped the monkey's body.

When she saw the monkey waking up, she bit her lip and tears fell one drop at a time. In the end, she couldn't hold it back and burst into tears.