The Monkey King

The water in the bathtub was still boiling, and the billowing heat rose into the sky. From a distance, it looked like a line of smoke.

In the distant attic, Dantongzi and Qingyunzi stood side by side, looking at the monkey immersed in the potion and practicing hard.

Qingyunzi twitched his nose twice, and said with some doubts: "We actually added wolf's tooth grass. The smell is so strong, a lot of it was added. When did there be wolf's tooth grass in Qilinjiao?"

"What is wolf tooth grass?" Dan Tongzi asked expressionlessly from the side.

"It is a powerful herb that can only grow on snow-capped mountains all year round. The quantity is not small, but it looks like ordinary weeds and is almost indistinguishable. After special treatment, it has a certain stimulant effect, but... use Too much will cause trouble." Qingyunzi said hesitantly: "I used to collect some for research, but the properties of the medicine were too difficult to control and there were side effects, so I gave up in the end. Is it okay for him to use it like this?"

As he spoke, Qingyunzi cast his gaze in the direction of Subhuti's Concentration Hall in the distance.

If there is a problem, he should come out to remind you. Qingyunzi thought.

"Using strong stimulants?" A contemptuous smile appeared on Dan Tongzi's face, and he snorted: "It's really unbelievable to use such a breakthrough method. Don't cause any trouble in the end and I have to wait to clean it up."

"In my opinion, it's not something that went wrong. Although the master Yuding's cultivation is mediocre, he has taught a first-class warrior like Yang Jian after all. There is no other cultivator in the world. Yang Chan is also Yang Erlang's sister also studied under Yuding, so it would not be surprising if she is familiar with Yang Jian's cultivation methods."

Dantongzi rolled his eyes at Qingyunzi, turned around and walked into the room, leaving Qingyunzi alone to continue to stand on the attic fence and look out.

…

In Ling Yan, the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated everything into a soft apricot color. Three or two Taoist disciples were busy delivering meals to various places in the temple, and glanced at the three people standing aside.

Feng Ling leaned next to Yang Chan and stared at the monkey struggling in the bathtub. Suppressing his slightly panicked mind, he recalled what Yang Chan had just said. He hesitated for a long time and asked, "Can you tell me first, what will happen? ?"

The breeze caressed her cheeks, Yang Chan smiled sweetly, and asked: "What? Do you want to take the Kuoling Pill again? That thing is a forbidden medicine. If you take it once, you will lose three years of cultivation. If you give it to other disciples privately in Kunlun Mountain, It’s not surprising that Kuo Ling Dan causes fights within the sect. At your age, how many years of cultivation can you lose?”

Wind Chime lowered his head.

She always wanted to do something for the monkey, but she couldn't do anything.

"That's enough." Yang Chan took a deep breath and sighed: "You have done enough for him. Without you, I don't think he can survive in this temple. Now for him, you have nothing It’s best not to do it.”

He casually took out a medicine bottle, opened the lid, and sent a pill that exuded a faint cool air to the wind chime. Yang Chan said softly: "Take it, it can reduce the damage of Kuo Ling Dan, my special elixir. At least you should take care of yourself. But have you ever thought that if you continue to improve your cultivation like this, your lifespan will definitely not be long. How can you stay by this wild monkey's side? Don't be too stupid."

Feng Chime stared at the pill for a long time and said silently: "Thank you."

He reached out to take the pill and took it.

On a tree branch in the distance, an eagle with black feathers embedded with golden feathers and a white feather line under its fierce eyes stared at Yang Chan for a long time, spread its wings and flew towards the east, leaving only the swaying tree branch.

Yang Chan glanced at the swaying branch from the corner of her eye and sighed: "The eyesore is finally gone."

"What?" Feng Ling turned around and asked confused.

"It's nothing, I'm just talking to myself." Yang Chan stroked the ends of her hair and smiled lightly: "Feng Ling, have you ever thought about what you will do after you complete your cultivation?"

The wind chime shook its head.

She once asked the monkey a similar question, but she had no answer in her own mind.

"I don't know. Ever since I started to understand, everything has been so natural in this view. To me, cultivating immortality is like breathing or eating. Sometimes I think, maybe I exist just to cultivate immortality. As for cultivating immortality, For what purpose, what do you want to do after you finish cultivating..."

Feng Chime didn't say any more.

The original life seemed to have no color, repeating the same things every day. Eat, sleep, practice, meditate, and read scriptures.

Ever since the monkey came to the temple, her empty heart had been filled to the brim. That feeling is really amazing.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile.

Yang Chan curled up and rested her chin on her knees. She turned her face and stared at the wind chime for a long time, which made the wind chime feel a little embarrassed.

After a while, she asked: "You don't know who your parents are?"

Feng Chime shook her head, her eyes a little confused.

To her, this concept was extremely foreign. The master had never mentioned it, and she had never wanted to explore it. Maybe she jumped out of the stone like a monkey.

In her world, there were always only masters, brothers and sisters, and brothers and sisters. Well, there's also a monkey.

Seeing Feng Ling's confused look, Yang Chan smiled faintly and said, "I was thinking, what kind of parents could give birth to a daughter like you. With emerald-like eyes. When she grows up, she will be the most powerful person in the country. Yes. Is it genetic, or is there some origin?”

Feng Ling blushed and quickly lowered his head.

The sun sets slowly, and as night falls, there are a few more people in the grass in the distance.

These Taoist disciples came spontaneously to find out.

The rising heat is like a puff of smoke and can be easily seen from anywhere in the Taoist temple. The Taoist disciples in the kitchen had already sent the news here along with the food to every corner of the Taoist temple.

Now everyone is paying more or less attention, but not everyone dares to come.

After all, everyone still remembers what happened before. If there is no need, no one wants to experience that kind of life-risking scene again.

The setting sun finally dissipated its afterglow, and night fell.

At the last moment, the monkey, which had been soaking in the potion and practicing, suddenly started to move. The pain on his face was obviously worse than before.

Feng Chime quickly stood up and looked from a distance: "What's wrong with him?"

As he said that, he wanted to run over, but was grabbed by Yang Chan.

"Don't go there."

"He...what's wrong with him?"

"It's about to break through. This is a sign that the channel for the release of spiritual power is about to open. Don't go there now. If you stop at this time, you will miss the mark."

After listening to Yang Chan's words, Feng Chi had to sit down slowly, frowning deeply, biting his lip nervously, holding the fly whisk in his little hand, clenching it tightly, and staring at the monkey intently.

That nervous expression was as if she was the one practicing in the bathtub now.

After just three sticks of incense, a burst of energy rushed out from the monkey's palm, and a passage opened in an instant.

He is still absorbing spiritual energy and still releasing spiritual power, but the spiritual power in his body is no longer manic. The excess spiritual power no longer seeps out through every corner of the body, but is discharged uniformly through an invisible channel opened by practice.

This is absolutely fatal.

No longer evenly transmitted through the skin of the body, it means that the original repeated process is interrupted.

Suddenly, the body lost its original protection, and the scalding hot water was able to contact the skin at close range and for a long time, and the heat invaded the body endlessly!

The monkey, who was immersed in practice just a moment ago, was suddenly pulled out, his eyes widened suddenly, and he wailed hysterically.

The terrifying scream resounded through the entire Taoist temple, and everyone present was stunned.

Jumping up, the monkey jumped out of the bathtub and fell to the ground, lying on his stomach, panting deeply as if he had asthma.

The skin on his face and palms was red from the soup, and the potion on his body dripped to the ground along his wet hair.

"Monkey!" Feng Ling spread his legs and tried to run in the direction of the monkey, but was still dragged back by Yang Chan.

She shook her head slowly and said to Feng Chime: "Don't go there. He's fine. His cultivation has broken through. He is now in the true state of Nashen."

"Then why..." Feng Chime turned his head and was stunned for a moment.

Another hysterical wail.

In the distance, the monkey that has not yet recovered is holding its head and rolling over in pain, with its green face and fangs!

It was as if he was suffering pain that was unparalleled in the past.

The wooden barrel on the side was kicked unconsciously by him, and it collapsed completely with just one kick. The potion poured down, soaking the entire open space.

Seeing this scene, all the Taoist disciples hiding in the grass tightened in their hearts, and they all froze as if they had lost their souls, and their jaws almost dropped - what kind of power is this! He actually kicked such a thick solid wood bathtub into pieces with just one kick!

Is this the strength that a Taoist disciple in the Nashen Realm should have?

"What's going on!" Feng Chime asked fiercely.

Yang Chan smoothed the ends of her hair as if nothing had happened, smiled faintly, and said: "Practitioner's way, breakthrough in practice, explosive anger."

"Violent?" Feng Chime was shocked.

"What do you think the Way of the Walker is? The Way of the Walker is the magic power, the way of killing. It takes decades to cultivate a magic that reaches the heavens in a short period of time, but it takes others thousands of years to achieve it. How can it be so cheap in the world? Things." Staring at the painfully struggling monkey in the distance, Yang Chan's face was so cold that there was no warmth at all: "Today I want to let him know the true meaning of the Tao of the Walker."

The understatement fell into the ears of Feng Chime, but it was like thunder on a sunny day!