The Monkey King

The bright sunshine warms the earth, just like the mood of the wind chimes at this moment.

Stepping on the fallen leaves covering the ancient road, the beauty of the branches fell on her body. She walked with the wind chimes, wiping tears along the way, but laughing all the way.

The Taoist disciples on the road stared at her without knowing why. The doubtful looks made her a little shy and her face turned red. She couldn't help but speed up her pace, but she smiled even more happily.

At this time, the haze in my heart has been cleared away, and there is nothing to worry about anymore.

Monkey and his uncles will never have trouble again, and the matter of him taking Kuolingdan is over.

The world seems to have suddenly become better.

She felt happy in her heart.

Pushing open the door of Monkey's room, she stared at Monkey sweetly, with such an expression that Monkey couldn't help but think she had picked up some treasure while walking. After a closer look, she discovered the tears on her face.

"Yu Yi came to see you this morning?" Monkey asked.

"Yes." Feng Ling nodded heavily: "Master, let me go."

"Old man..." Monkey narrowed his eyes slightly and asked suspiciously, "Have you been taught a lesson?"

Feng Ling shook his head: "Hehehe, no, Master didn't train me."

"Then why are you crying? Oh, no, I should ask you why you are laughing?" Monkey slipped in front of the wind chime, got close and stared into her eyes for a long time: "Why are you crying and laughing at the same time?"

Feng Chime reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, pursed her lips, and just shook her head: "It's really nothing."

"No? That's weird." Monkey frowned, reached out and pinched Xiao Nizi's face, then turned around and leaned against the table to read.

You definitely need to practice, but you can’t just practice.

After experiencing so many things, Monkey felt more and more the importance of learning.

These enlightened guys are all masters of scheming. No matter how powerful you are, one trick can make you die inexplicably.

Therefore, what he is reading now is actually a book on the path of enlightenment.

"I'll cook for you~"

"Cut the fruit, just cut the fruit. What do you mean by cooking?"

"I'm going to talk about cooking! I'm going to talk about cooking! Hahaha." The wind chime hummed a little tune and turned to leave.

Putting down the bamboo slips in his hands, the monkey looked at the running back of the wind chimes and squinted his eyes twice: "Is there really nothing wrong? There is nothing that can make you so happy?"

In the afternoon, Subhuti sent someone over to let the monkey pass.

This is a rare thing. The monkey can't remember how long it has been since he entered Subhuti's concentration hall. It must have been a few months.

This old man teaches his disciples like herding cattle, letting him fend for himself.

Ridicule is ridicule, after all, a master is still a master. The Xianyue Sanxing Cave is his biggest after all, stronger than Dantongzi and Qingyunzi. After being trained, he seems to have changed his gender.

The monkey obediently came to the door of Qianxin Hall and kowtowed: "Disciple Sun Wukong, please see me."

"Come in."

At the open door, Subhuti sat alone in the depths of the hall, still carving the black piece of wood in his hand, carefully carving it.

The monkey walked into the door and saw that Subhuti had no further instructions, so he simply found a futon and sat down.

I don’t know whether Subhuti forgot it or did it on purpose. Without saying a word, he just concentrated on carving the wooden block in his hand and let the monkey sit.

Since it's okay, why should I do it? Monkey couldn't help but think.

Monkeys have long been accustomed to Subhuti's various strange actions. If you don't mention it, I won't mention it either.

Simply, the monkey meditated on the futon.

The two of them stayed in the quiet hall for more than an hour before Subhuti said: "Wukong, come here."

"Ah?" The monkey opened his eyes.

"Come here, come here." Subhuti smiled, raised his head and waved to the monkey.

"Oh." The monkey walked to Subhuti and sat down, but Subhuti kept waving.

"What are you doing?" Monkey simply sat across from the low table and stretched his neck.

"That's it, don't move."

"Ouch——!" Monkey covered his cheek with a look of reluctance.

"You can endure being beaten like that, but your master will pluck out my hair and scream?" Subhuti muttered something while holding the handful of monkey hair, rubbed it in his hands, and exerted force, wisps of fluorescent light emitted. come out.

"This is..." The monkey opened his mouth wide and was stunned.

Subhuti looked at the monkey with a smile, and applied the fluorescent light on the black wood block that had carved out the soaring cloud pattern.

In the blink of an eye, the fluorescence condensed three words on the dark wood - "Sun Wukong"!

"This is... Master, why are you making a spiritual tablet for me?" Monkey blurted out.

Subhuti frowned, picked up a fly whisk and smashed it on the monkey's head, saying: "You monkey head knows nonsense, where is the spiritual position here? This is the life card. On your sixth trip to hide the scriptures One of the books that the pavilion 'borrowed' mentioned that it was carved with Qiankun Qiyin wood seals, with hair and skin as the medium. From now on, unless you have cultivated the state of transformation into gods, you will be cut off by yourself, otherwise no matter where you are, My master can also find you. And if you lose your life accidentally, this life card will also take your soul back. Each of your nine senior brothers has one piece, and this piece is yours."

Monkey rubbed his head, frowned and said: "I read the book, but I didn't understand it. The magic circles in it are like a heavenly book, I just memorized it. Maybe, give me a little more time and I can understand it." "

"Oh?" Subhuti looked at the monkey with some surprise and asked, "Can you understand if I give you a little more time?"

The monkey nodded, reached out to take his life card and put it on the table. He lay on the table and stared at it carefully for a while. He pointed at one of the lines and said: "This is 'Jinjie', and the one next to it is ' "No knot', and upward is the 'branch'. These three lines are carved together to form a separate 'zhou'. Having 'zhou' means that there is..."

The monkey explained bit by bit, Subhuti listened carefully.

Gradually, Subhuti stopped looking where he was pointing or listening to what he was saying. He just stared at the monkey intently.

Watching the monkey explain attentively, watching the monkey carefully staring at the lines on the life card and trying to figure it out, watching the monkey scratching his head in confusion, watching the monkey raising his legs to pull the life card into the afterglow of the setting sun so that he can see it clearly. Even more clearly, I watched the monkey bite his fingers and think in distress.

The old eyes gradually showed a hint of relief.

Today's monkeys are no longer the stunned young men who just arrived at the mountain gate two years ago and knelt down.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he smiled faintly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the monkey finally finished telling him everything he knew. He pushed the life card in his hand back to Subhuti and said helplessly: “That’s all I can understand now. I really can’t understand the rest.” .These things are more difficult than advanced math. Um? Master? Master, are you okay?"

Taking a long breath of relief, Subhuti smiled happily and sighed: "My teacher's expectations of you are not in vain. Are you practicing the path of a practitioner or the path of an enlightened person?"

"Double cultivation, okay?"

Subhuti pursed his lips, slowly shook his head, and said, "No. The spiritual power of practitioners is violent. Even if they understand the method of enlightenment, they cannot practice the reality of enlightenment."

The monkey stretched his body and replied: "Then it is a practitioner who also practices enlightenment. The way of enlightenment is very cunning. If you don't understand it, you will suffer a big loss one day. Master, don't you know how to read minds? Look, Please read it to me and tell me what needs to be said. It is getting late and I have to go back to eat, apprentice."

Upon hearing these words, Subhuti suddenly stopped laughing, pointed at the monkey and said, "You are becoming more and more like a monkey head."

"The disciple is originally a monkey."

"Yes or no?"

"That's not the case either."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and laughed knowingly.

Since the day when Monkey started learning, he has never seen Subhuti smile so freely, which made Monkey feel doubtful in his heart.

After laughing, Subhuti shook his head helplessly and said: "You have a very deep obsession. Even when you first arrived at the temple and had not yet cultivated, your teacher could only read a word or two. Now that your cultivation has reached the divine realm, There are very few things I can read as a teacher. I came here to tell you that tomorrow, you will go to Kunlun Mountain with your eighth senior brother Ling Yunzi. You must be well prepared tonight. Fan."

"Ah?" The monkey suddenly opened his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

The monkey quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "Master, I just want to stay in the temple and practice immortality as soon as possible."

Subhuti smiled faintly and said: "No matter how high your qualifications are and how great your understanding is. It has been tens of millions of years since the beginning of Taoism. It is the book in my pavilion. No matter how successful it is, just understanding it will be useless." There is no way to talk about it for two or three hundred years. The Kunlun Mountain is a Taoist holy land. I am sending you there to let you see with your own eyes what it means to cultivate immortality. As for that cultivation..."

Subhuti paused, and the monkey quickly extended its ears.

"When you come back this time, whatever magical skills you want to learn, I will fulfill your wishes and grant them to you personally."

"Disciple wants to learn the seventy-two changes, somersault cloud!" the monkey blurted out.