MTL - The Monkey King-Chapter 30

  The monkey did not go back to his cabin, nor continued his practice, but walked all the way, all the way, as if there was no purpose, just simply to stay away from Yang Chan.

   Behind him, the wind chimes followed closely, silently.

   After a long time, the monkey finally stopped.

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

  The wind chimes bit his lip and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He just silently clenched the whisk in his hand and remained silent.

  Monkey sighed and said, "Go back first."

   After saying that, he stepped forward again.

"Where are you going?"

   "I want to be alone, don't worry, I'm fine."

   Watching the back of the monkey go away, the wind chimes can only stand there blankly.

   climbed the stone steps all the way, until the top of the mountain found no way to go, the monkey stopped.

   Arched his back and braced his knees, he was panting heavily, his heart was beating violently, blood rushed to his brain along the meridians, and he felt a little dizzy.

   This is something that has never happened before. With this level of exercise, even two months ago, when the monkey was far from touching the door frame of the Divine Realm, the monkey would never be out of breath.

  But now…

   Every practice seems to have become a torture of life and death, almost overdrawing all his physical strength.

   Looking up, there is a sea of ​​clouds in front of me, and the top of the mountain stands.

   Behind him is a high cliff.

  The steps of Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai end here. At the very end of the steps is a simple pavilion. Beside the pavilion, a giant pine that seems to grow out of an ink painting stretches in the sky, and I don’t know how many years it has grown.

   There are very few people here on weekdays, so that the pavilion is overgrown with weeds and no one takes care of it.

   Sitting quietly in the pavilion, the monkey looked at the fairyland-like scenery from afar, but his heart was numb.

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

   Monkey couldn't figure it out, he vaguely felt that Subhuti had his own calculations, but he didn't understand what kind of calculations.

  I know too little about the world to make judgments about what’s going on at the moment, so I can only be a human being with my tail tucked.

The thought of    flashed by, but the monkey shuddered.

   He never wanted to become the Monkey King in his memory, but is what he wants right now?

  Cultivation is a must to break through. Why don’t you work so hard for the immortal monkey?

   But even if he wants to break through and eliminate various factors, the monkey is not willing to join Yang Chan.

   This Yang Chan is clearly against Heaven, maybe even more against her brother.

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

  Monkey just sat like this, panting, staring at the distant mountain, in a mess.

   He thought of Huaguo Mountain, the lonely grave on the hillside 100,000 miles away, and the ten-year struggle.

   Until the sun went down, the chaotic thoughts didn't make sense, so he had no choice but to pat his trousers and stood up and walked back.

When    returned to Lingyanli, the monkey saw the wind chimes standing on the rock overlooking from a distance.

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

   "I'm better, I'm fine."

  The monkey said something softly, but didn't look into Feng Chi's eyes, which made Feng Chi's heart tighten slightly.

   "Monkey, don't be unhappy." Feng Chi pretended to smile and said, "I'm looking for my master, he... He must have a solution, just a few more days..."

  Monkey turned his head and smiled faintly, reached out and touched the head of the wind chimes: "Don't worry, I will solve it myself. Thank you."

  Will Qingfengzi have a solution?

   Maybe there is, but if Subhuti doesn’t care, could Qingfengzi cross the line?

   Maybe this is part of Subhuti’s plan at all, why did Yang Chan come so coincidentally and in time?

  Monkey feels like he's going crazy, this old man, is he really acting like a monkey?

  At night, the monkey shrank in the shadow of the corner, closed his eyes, but did not practice to absorb the spiritual energy, but tried his best to adjust his breath, trying to achieve the most ideal state that can be achieved now.

  …

  In the attic corridor of Feiyun Pavilion, a young man wearing a red gossip robe and a pair of eagle-like eyes was quietly looking down at the Taoist temple with his hands on the fence.

  Behind him, in the open door, Qing Yunzi sat in the dark, the moonlight shone on him through the gap in the window, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

   "I came to you before I went to see the master." The young man said impatiently: "Why did you shut the door just for this?"

   Qing Yunzi remained motionless and silent in the darkness.

   "You're being bullied by the new junior brother, don't you think you're ashamed?" The young man in red spat fiercely.

   After a long time, a long sigh came from behind him: "Third Senior Brother, what the master did this time is obviously wrong, so what is the axiom in the view? But..."

   "Wrong?" The young man slapped the fence on the fence to interrupt Qing Yunzi, turned around and stared at Qing Yunzi in the dark and shouted, "What is 'mistake'?"

   With the fluctuation of emotions, the red on his body became more gorgeous, like a burning flame.

   This person is the third disciple of Subhuti, Dan Tongzi!

   Being questioned by Dan Tongzi, Qingyunzi fell silent again.

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

  A figure wearing a gray robe and casual clothes jumped in from the outside, landed steadily beside Dan Tongzi, knelt down, and saluted.

  Dantongzi just nodded to the person who came, and said nothing, obviously still angry.

   The man was sturdy and raised his head, revealing a cold and stiff face with clear water chestnuts, and there was an obvious scar on his left cheek.

   "Master, the monkey came out. Jingxing is watching."

  Dan Tongzi pursed his lips, a smile gradually appeared on his face that was full of anger, and he said with a slap in his sleeve: "Beat him up, I have to... beat him for mercy, and let him remember it for a lifetime!"

   "Respect!" Scarface nodded slightly, jumped directly from the attic, and disappeared into the night.

  In the darkness, Qing Yunzi opened his mouth slightly, hesitated for a while and said, "Why are you so troubled?"

"Why bother? Why bother? Hahahaha! I'm happy!" Dan Tongzi clenched his fists, his eagle-like eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the mountains that stretched in the distance, and said, "I'm going to take a look, a Monkey, why do you want to be my junior brother!"

  …

   In the dark night, on the cold rock wall, the monkey moved his body bit by bit with his teeth and climbed down.

   He chose the most difficult road, climbed out of the window of the wooden house facing the cliff, climbed the cliff, and walked sideways until he crossed the Qingyun Pavilion and then walked on the stone road again.

  Perhaps it was too long to be quiet, the Daoists have relaxed their vigilance, and there was no sound along the way.

   But for some reason, the monkey's heart jumped to his throat, as if danger was imminent.

  Using the cover of greenery on both sides of the stone road, the monkey sneaked step by step. Happy in my heart, but apprehensive.

   "The only person who can help now is the Sutra Collection Pavilion. In any case, you must find a way yourself." He thought.

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

   When he walked out of the woods and was about to enter the reeds that were as tall as a person, a black shadow fell from the sky and landed in a place where the monkey was close at hand!

  Empty hands clasped his fists, Scar face tilted his head, stared at the monkey coldly, and said: "Dan Tongzi's disciples respect, pay tribute to Shishu."

   Ferocious.

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

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

   "The disciples under the seat of Dan Tongzi respectfully walk, and meet Uncle Shi."

  Different from the weak-looking disciples in Taoist temples, these two people are more appropriate to be called bandits than Taoist priests.

   "Dantongzi..." The corner of the monkey's eyes twitched slightly, and he smiled bitterly: "Is it back? I want to run now, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape."

   He clenched his fists faintly.

   The dark clouds dissipated, and the full moon was in the sky.

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

   There were bursts of noise in the silent night. Obviously, it was not only the two in front of them who knew that the monkeys had left the wooden house.

   "Go away—!" He roared hysterically, his roar resounded through the icy night, and countless birds were startled into the sky.