MTL - The Monkey King-Chapter 38

   The water in the bathtub was still boiling, and the roaring heat was rising into the sky. From a distance, it looked like a smoke from cooking.

  In the attic in the distance, Dan Tongzi and Qingyunzi stood side by side, looking at the struggling monkey dipped in the potion.

  Qing Yunzi slammed his nose twice, and said with some doubts: "I even added wolf tooth grass, the taste is so strong, I added a lot. When did the wolf tooth grass in the unicorn horn?"

   "What is wolf tooth grass?" Dan Tongzi asked with a blank expression.

"It's a potent herb that can only grow on snow-capped mountains that are covered with snow all year round. The quantity is not small, but it is almost indistinguishable from ordinary weeds. After special treatment, it has the effect of a stimulant, but ... use more There will be an accident." Qing Yunzi said hesitantly: "I used to take some for research, but the medicinal properties were too difficult to control, and there were side effects, so I finally gave up. Is it okay for him to use it like this?"

   Having said that, Qing Yunzi turned his attention to the direction of the Subhuti Concentration Hall in the distance.

   If there is a problem, he should come out to remind it. Qing Yunzi thought to himself.

   "Using strong stimulants?" A contemptuous smile appeared on Dan Tongzi's face, and he snorted coldly: "It's unbelievable to use such a breakthrough method, don't make any mistakes in the end and ask me to fix it."

"From my point of view, there is nothing wrong with it. Although the real person of Yuding has a mediocre cultivation, he has taught a first-class warrior like Yang Jian. There are no practitioners in the world. That Yang Erlang's younger sister, who also studied under Yuding, is not surprising even if she is familiar with Yang Jian's cultivation method."

  Dantongzi gave Qingyunzi a white look, turned and walked into the room, leaving Qingyunzi alone to continue to stand on the fence of the attic and watch.

  …

  In Lingyan, the afterglow of the setting sun turned everything into a soft apricot yellow. Three or two Taoist disciples were busy back and forth to deliver food to various places in the temple, and glanced at the three people beside them.

Feng Chi leaned against Yang Chan and watched the monkey struggling in the bathtub, suppressing a slightly flustered mind, recalling what Yang Chan just said, hesitated for a long time, and asked, "Can you tell me first, what will happen? ?"

The breeze caressed her cheek, Yang Chan smiled sweetly, and asked back: "What? Do you want to take another Kuo Ling Pill? That thing is a forbidden drug, and if you take it once, you will lose three years of cultivation. Kuo Lingdan, it is not surprising that it caused a fight within the faction. At your age, how many years of cultivation can be compromised?"

   Wind Chime lowered his head.

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

"Enough." Yang Chan took a deep breath and sighed: "You've done enough for him, without you, I don't think he can survive in this view. Now to him, you are nothing. Don't do it for the best."

He took out a medicine bottle, opened the lid, and sent a pill with a faint cool air to the wind chimes, Yang Chan said softly: "Take it, it can reduce the damage of Kuo Lingdan, my special elixir. Anyway, take care of yourself. But have you ever thought about it, if you continue to cultivate like this, your lifespan will not be long. How can you stay by the side of this wild monkey? Don't be too stupid. "

  The wind chimes stared at the pill for a long time and said silently, "Thank you."

   reached out to take the pill and ate it.

   A black feather with golden hair embedded in the tree branch in the distance, the fierce eagle with a white feather line staring at Yang Chan for a long time, spread its wings and flew towards the east, leaving only the swaying branch.

  Yang Chan glanced at the swaying branch with the corner of her eye, and sighed: "The thing that is annoying to the eye is finally gone."

   "What?" The wind chimes turned their heads and asked inexplicably.

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

  Wind Chime shook his head.

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

"I don't know, since I was sensible, I have been in this view, everything is so natural. Cultivation to me is like breathing and eating. Sometimes I think, maybe I exist to cultivate immortals. As for immortality, it is For what, what do you want to do after you have completed your cultivation..."

  The wind chimes did not go on.

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

   Since the monkey came to Guanli, it filled her empty heart at once. That feeling is really amazing.

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

  Yang Chan curled her body and rested her chin on her knees, turned her face and stared at the wind chimes for a long time, feeling a little embarrassed to see the wind chimes.

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

  Wind Chime shook his head, a little confused in his eyes.

   To her, this concept was unusually unfamiliar, the master never mentioned it, and she never wanted to explore it. Maybe she too jumped out of a rock like a monkey.

   In her world, there are always only masters, brothers and sisters, and brothers and sisters. Well, there is also a monkey.

Seeing Feng Chi's bewildered appearance, Yang Chan smiled lightly and said, "I was thinking, what kind of parents can give birth to a daughter like you. Emerald eyes. When you grow up, you must be a country and a city. Yes. Genetics, or what is the origin?"

   Feng Chi blushed and lowered his head quickly.

  The sunset slowly fell, and it was night, and there were a few more people in the grass in the distance.

   These Taoist disciples came to find out.

  The rising heat is like a stream of cooking smoke, which can be easily seen anywhere in the Taoist temple. The Taoist disciples in the kitchen also sent the news and meals 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-threatening scene again.

  The sunset finally disappeared, and night fell.

   After a while, the monkey who had been immersed in the potion for cultivation suddenly changed, and the expression of pain on his face was obviously worse than before.

  The wind chimes 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 the matter 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 past it now. If you stop at this time, it will be in vain."

   Hearing Yang Chan's words, the wind chimes had to sit down slowly, frowning deeply, biting his lips nervously, holding the whisk in his little hand, clenching it tightly, staring at the monkey intently.

   That nervous expression was as if it was her who was cultivating in the bathtub.

   After just three incense sticks, a qi energy rushed out of the monkey's palm, instantly opening a passage.

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

   This is absolutely deadly.

The    is no longer evenly exposed through the skin of the body, which means that the original repeated process has been interrupted.

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

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

   That terrifying cry resounded through the entire Taoist temple, and everyone present was stunned.

   jumped up, the monkey jumped out of the bathtub and fell to the ground, lying on his stomach, gasping deeply as if he were asthmatic.

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

   "Monkey!" The wind chimes spread their legs and wanted to run in the direction of the monkey, but they were still pulled back by Yang Chan.

   She slowly shook her head and said to the wind chimes: "Don't go there. He's fine, his cultivation has broken through, and he is now in the real God-Saving Realm."

   "Then why..." The wind chimes turned around and froze for a moment.

   Another hysterical cry.

  In the distance, the monkey, who has not recovered, rolled over with his head in his arms, rolling in pain, with green face and fangs!

   It is as if he is currently suffering unparalleled pain in the past.

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

   Seeing this scene, all the Taoist disciples hiding in the grass tensed in their hearts, and they were stunned as if they had lost their souls, and their jaws were about to fall—what kind of strength! He actually kicked such a thick solid wood bathtub to pieces with one kick!

  Is this the strength of a Taoist who accepts the divine realm?

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

  Yang Chan casually stroked the ends of her hair, smiled lightly, and said, "The Way of the Walker, the practice breaks through, and the anger erupts."

   "Fighting?" The wind chimes were startled.

"What do you think the Way of the Walker is? The Way of the Walker is the magic art, the way of slaughter. In a short period of time, you can cultivate a spell that reaches the sky, and in a few decades, you have to do what others can achieve for thousands of years. How can the world be so cheap? What happened." Staring at the pained monkey in the distance, Yang Chan's face was so indifferent that there was no trace of warmth: "Today I want to let him know the true meaning of the Way of the Walker."

   An understated sentence fell into the ears of the wind chimes, but it was like a thunder in a sunny day!