The Monkey King

Ling Yunzi completely convinced the monkey. For the monkey who was at the bottleneck of his cultivation and eager to break through, the Naishen Pill was extremely attractive.

But what he really needed to convince was Feng Ling. Feng Ling was the one who was going to live with Yang Chan, but he couldn't tell her because of his feelings.

After convincing the monkey, Ling Yunzi followed the same example and pulled the wind chime out to talk. However, the wind chime was not as easy to convince as the monkey - at least for people other than monkeys.

In the end, Ling Yunzi didn't know what kind of promise he made that made Feng Ling agree to live with Yang Chan, but it was only for a few days. Ling Yunzi promised to build an additional wooden house in Ling Yan within a few days.

After solving the problem, Monkey and Ling Yunzi drank all night that night. Ling Yunzi talked about a lot, starting from becoming a novice monk, to worshiping in the Three Stars Cave of the Xianyue Moon and attending the Peach Banquet with Subhuti in Heaven, and then to the creation of his own creation. In Lingyun Pavilion, monkeys and wind chimes listen to all kinds of strange things in the sky and the earth with great interest.

It turns out that this world is so wonderful.

As for Yang Chan, she just sat aside and ignored anyone, silently.

Early the next morning, Ling Yunzi announced that he wanted to return to Lingyun Pavilion. After explaining the construction of a new wooden house in the internal affairs warehouse of the temple, he left, leaving only Yang Chan.

This made the monkey even more convinced that Ling Yunzi's trip was purely to throw Yang Chan, a hot potato, to Xie Yue Sanxing Cave.

However, even if the sky falls, Subhuti will hold it up. It is not the monkey's turn to worry about it. He only needs to practice cultivation.

Since touching the threshold of the realm of Nashen, the monkey has found it very difficult to absorb spiritual energy. It felt like a balloon that had been inflated to the extreme. If it was blown again, there would be a faint feeling of bursting, severe pain all over the body, and gushing blood.

According to the book stolen from the Sutra Pavilion, this is actually the process of opening up a channel for the release of spiritual power. When the endurance of spiritual power has reached its extreme and the tempering of the body has not yet had time to expand, how much spiritual power is absorbed means how much spiritual power must be released naturally.

But the meridians through which the spiritual power is released have not yet been opened, so I feel that severe pain.

It would be fine if he changed to the path of enlightenment. After decades of daily practice, the pain will be averaged out over several decades, and the process will be completed with almost no feeling.

But it becomes a hurdle when placed on the path of a traveler. And the monkey's physique is one of the best among practitioners of the Way, so this obstacle becomes particularly obvious.

After eating the Naishen Pill presented by Ling Yunzi, the monkey discovered that this so-called Nashen Pill was not fundamentally helpful to this stage of practice. To be honest, it was just a special anesthetic that could numb this kind of Pain.

If Ling Yunzi hadn't just left, Subhuti had summoned the wind chime and said to the monkey: "Practicing with elixirs is not the right way, so be careful." Maybe the monkey would have died in such confusion.

It is true that after taking the Nashen Pill and practicing again, there will be no severe pain, but the damage to the body caused by the release of spiritual power is still there. Several times after practicing to the extreme, the monkey felt dizzy, his whole body felt hot, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred. So that he will fall asleep at any time.

Fortunately, Subhuti had paid more attention to what he said, so nothing happened.

After doing this for two times, the speed has increased, but it still needs to be controlled. Every time you practice for three or two hours, you need to rest for three to five hours.

And in the process of this repeated practice, the hidden pain accumulated day and night, like a snowball growing bigger and bigger, torturing the monkey's body and mind all the time, and it felt as if he would die if he closed his eyes at any time.

Fortunately, this kind of pain was latent and not as obvious as before. At least the wind chime didn't notice it, so the monkey gritted his teeth and held on.

As for Yang Chan, she still didn't talk to anyone. She went out every day at dawn and didn't know where she went, and returned to the wooden house in the evening. She shared a bed with Feng Ling at night, but she never said a word, as if she was a transparent person. This made Feng Ling feel very unhappy, but fortunately the wooden house would be built in a few days, so he tolerated it.

On the third night after Ling Yunzi left, Monkey practiced as usual.

Late at night, the limit of my body's endurance reached again. I felt hot and dizzy all over my body. I hurried out of the cabin in a daze, took off my shirt, ran to the well in front of the kitchen, and poured a bucket of cold well water over my head.

Suddenly, the whole person became sober.

He wiped his face and sat by the well panting heavily. At this time, his body was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and a stream of steam came out of the pores of his body.

The water that stuck to the skin dried up in an instant.

My spirit was much clearer, but my body still felt like it was being torn apart.

Although there is the anesthetic effect of the Naishen Pill, the monkey knows how harmful it is. There was no pain, but it was even more terrifying. But he had to do this. Without the help of the Nashen Pill, he would not even be able to maintain a clear consciousness at that level of practice.

Looking at the Sutra Pavilion in the distance, the monkey looked at the grass that was as tall as a person.

"I haven't been there for a long time. Most of the people in the grass have left, but there are still a few stubborn ones who have to stay." The monkey thought and smiled helplessly: "These people are all thinking What? The purpose of cultivating immortality is to squat outside other people’s doors and ambush them? Hahahaha."

While he was smiling, Monkey was suddenly frightened and broke into a cold sweat, and he quickly looked towards the roof of the wind chime!

Under the moonlight, Yang Chan, dressed in white clothes, looked like a fairy in the breeze. She was sitting on the roof with her hands on her knees, tilting her head and watching the monkeys.

A hint of surprise slowly appeared on the charming face staring at the monkey.

The two looked at each other for a while, then Yang Chan pointed to her shoulder and asked: "Monkey, where is your canary?"

The monkey understood immediately, stretched out his hand to cover the scar left by the tiger many years ago on his shoulder, and asked: "Are you that golden carp?!"

"It must have been more than ten years ago. You were not so tall at that time. If it weren't for that strange scar, I wouldn't have recognized it. A monkey and a canary went to sea together. It was really interesting." Yang Chanyong He tapped his lips with his finger and smiled, sending a faint white mist into the cold night.

Taking a deep breath, she turned her head and looked at the moon again, sighing: "I didn't expect to meet you here. Maybe it's fate."

This was the first time the monkey saw Yang Chan's smile. It was as warm as a ray of sunshine in the winter afternoon, but it was somewhat tinged with sadness.

After gathering his composure, Monkey bowed to Yang Chan and said, "Thank you for saving Que'er and me that day."

"Qier? Is that the name of the canary?" Yang Chan didn't turn around, just stared at the moon intently.

"Yeah." The monkey didn't say anything more. He put his hand out and put the bucket into the well, then took another bucket of water and poured it down on his head.

After pouring down the two buckets of water, the heat on the surface of the body suddenly reduced a lot, but the heat in the body was still there, giving a very depressing feeling.

After shaking off the water on his hair, the monkey reached out to pick up his shirt and put it on. He dragged his wet trouser legs and prepared to return to the cabin.

"You are cultivating the Way of a Practitioner, right? My brother is also cultivating the Tao of a Practitioner. If you want to achieve the Tao of a Practitioner quickly, you need to endure extraordinary pain. The better your qualifications, the greater the pain. This kind of pain will continue in the future. There will be more.”

The monkey stopped and looked up at Yang Chan. She still didn't look back, just looked at the bright moon and said to herself.

"At that time, he said that as long as he had great skills, he could save his mother, so he worked hard. He really became a hero. No one in the sky or on earth knows the name of Erlang Shen Yang Jian. But my mother..."

The monkey couldn't see her expression clearly, but when she said the word "mother", Yang Chan's tone was choked up. After a pause, she seemed to have recovered a little, and then said: "I can't figure out why you should accept the recruitment." What? Heaven clearly has nothing to do with him."

"Doesn't it mean that the rules of heaven are also determined by gods? All the gods in the sky are trained from mortals. As long as you work harder than them, you will one day become the master of the world and control your own destiny?"

"In this world, I have never seen a person with better qualifications than him, but why... he still surrenders..."

"The Pilgrim's Path is so difficult. I have survived all these years. If you want to give up, why start..."

"If I hadn't cultivated immortality, maybe I would have died of old age and not be able to remember anything... If I didn't remember my mother, my father, or my eldest brother, I wouldn't remember hatred..."

Yang Chan murmured to herself, and gradually her words became intermittent until they were fragmented. In the end, she could not speak. She just buried her head in her knees. The monkey could faintly hear sobbing.

"Maybe, your brother has other reasons." Monkey said softly.

Yang Chan didn't answer, just lowered her head.

Sighing softly, the monkey lowered his head and walked into his wooden house.

The affairs of the two Yang brothers and sisters are beyond his control now.

Even if you can manage it, you shouldn't.

Yang Jian, the Jade Emperor, was also his uncle and nephew, and Tathagata Buddha would not take action, but it would be different if it were a monkey.

If Yang Jian rebels against the sky, it will be fine, but if a monkey rebels against the sky, he will be crushed under the mountain for five hundred years. This is no fun.

That night, the monkey dragged his tired and scarred body tossing and turning on the bed.

The moonlight slanted in from the window, and Yang Chan's lonely figure on the roof was printed on the monkey's bedside, which was a bit sad.