The Monkey King

The bright moonlight was tightly locked outdoors, and in the dark Qianxin Hall, two green lights swayed.

Dan Tongzi knelt dumbly in the center of the hall, his body covered in blood, and his wounds didn't even have time to be treated.

Kneeling behind him was Qing Yunzi.

Neither of them said a word.

After a long time, the door opened with a bang, and Subhuti walked in with big steps.

The white robe on his body was stained with blood, and his face was full of anger. He walked straight to his seat and sat down.

The two disciples bowed and kowtowed without saying a word.

"Do you have anything to say?" Subhuti looked at Dantongzi coldly and shouted.

"Disciple is at fault." Dantongzi bowed his head and said.

"Say! What's wrong!" After saying that, Subhuti grabbed the bamboo slip beside him and slammed it on the floor.

The crisp sound echoed in the hall.

A pair of old eyes were half-closed, staring indifferently at Dan Tongzi who did not dare to look up.

Dan Tongzi hesitated, not knowing how to speak.

Seeing this situation, Qingyunzi could only open his mouth: "Master, this matter..."

"Did I ask you?" Subhuti glared at Qingyunzi.

Qingyunzi was startled and could only lower his head slowly and bowed down.

After thinking for a long time, Dan Tongzi swallowed, straightened up and said: "That monkey wants to break into the Sutra Pavilion at night, so..."

"So you just want to kill him?!"

Before he finished speaking, Subhuti grabbed the inkstone on the low table and smashed it directly.

This move was not fast, but Dan Tongzi did not dare to dodge.

The inkstone hit his forehead and broke into two pieces.

A wisp of blood slowly slipped from his forehead.

"Disciple... don't dare..." Dantongzi lowered his head and whispered without wiping the blood on his forehead.

"Don't you dare? Humph! This is how my teacher usually teaches you! This is how he teaches you!" Subhuti turned his face away from him.

Dan Tongzi didn't dare to speak anymore.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became a little colder.

Qingyunzi pursed his lips, coughed twice and said, "Master, Senior Brother Dantong is so angry. If not, how could he draw his sword and point it at Junior Brother?"

Subhuti tsk-tsked and sneered: "Are you angry? If you let a girl lead you by the nose with just a few words, are you a Taoist practitioner who is confused? Ah? If someone else provokes you with a few words in the future, will you also pull it out? Is the sword pointing at my master?"

Dan Tongzi quickly buried his head: "Disciple doesn't dare!"

The blood on his forehead splattered on the floor and seeped into the cracks.

"Don't you dare? It's just that those Taoist disciples made a fuss a few days ago. As my disciples, all your cultivations are taught by the master. I didn't expect that you would also go to the muddy water and lower yourself! Ignorance! Extremely stupid!"

"master……"

"Don't call me master! I don't have a disciple like you! What have you learned after so many years of cultivating immortality and seeking Taoism? To achieve this kind of character! Can practitioners not cultivate their mind?"

The hall was so quiet that the only sound left was Subhuti's heavy breathing.

Qingyunzi knew that Subhuti was really angry. He was angry that Dantongzi had drawn his sword against his disciple, and even more angry that Dantongzi had drawn his sword because he had fallen victim to the provoking method.

Yang Chan's move was just like slapping Subhuti in the face.

Slowly opening his mouth, Qingyunzi said: "Master, this is all because of me. If it weren't for me... senior brother wouldn't be with Junior Brother Wukong... If master wants to punish, please punish me."

"Hmph!" Subhuti turned his face sideways and did not look back: "You are also a person in the state of transformation. I see that your character has not changed after so many years. It is still the same as that shabby official when you first came to the temple." It's flattering that you are stubborn. To put it bluntly, you just don't have a brain! Even your too-obsessed Junior Brother Wukong is better than you! I don't want to talk about it as a teacher. Think about it for yourself. You can't think clearly. Immortal, please stop practicing!"

After saying that, Subhuti shook his sleeves and stood up. He stared at Dantongzi and said, "Tonight, you two will kneel here until dawn, facing the wall and thinking about your mistakes. Dantong, I punish you to start reading the Tao Te Ching tomorrow." "Copy Chapter 24 a thousand times. If you can't finish it, don't come to see me again!"

"Yes." The two of them kowtowed respectfully.

…

Thousands of miles away, Huaguo Mountain.

On a starry night, two figures, one old and one young, quietly appeared in the sky.

Wearing a yellow Bagua robe, a golden hair crown on his head, and holding a whisk in his hand, the old man with white hair, long beard, and kind eyes was followed by a Taoist boy in purple.

This is just like the Supreme Laojun and his young boy.

After glancing at the silent woods below, Taishang Laojun narrowed his eyes slightly: "This is it, the source of the sudden crack in the heavens."

After that, he seemed to sense something again, turned around and flew to the side, and the purple-clothed Taoist boy quickly followed.

After a while, the two people had quietly landed in a canyon.

As soon as his toes touched the ground, Taishang Laojun took a few steps forward, stood still, closed his eyes, and then opened them again. His originally dark eyes had turned into silver!

With his silver eyes, he scanned the dark canyon in the moonlight. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a ball of yellow-brown mist was sucked into his palm.

Handing the whisk in his hand to the boy beside him, Taishang Laojun rubbed the yellow-brown mist with both hands and examined it carefully.

"Master, what is this?" The boy couldn't help but asked curiously.

"Wandering spirit, a wandering spirit of a tiger." Taishang Laojun rubbed his hands together, and the mist dissipated instantly, soundlessly: "You will die before your life span is over, and the underworld will not accept you, so you can only become homeless. A wandering spirit is wandering in the place where he was alive. This wandering spirit must have existed for some years, and the memory has faded, so nothing can be read."

After saying that, the Supreme Being stamped his feet.

After a while, a figure with silver light suddenly appeared on the ground, a short, fat old man in outer clothing, with a hunched back and a cane.

When the old man saw the Supreme Being, he knelt down and kowtowed in surprise.

"Old man, please see the Supreme Lord!"

"Are you from the land here?" Taishang Laojun asked, stroking his long beard.

"For your information, Laojun, Laochan is the land of Huaguo Mountain."

"Then I ask you, how was the wandering spirit just now, what happened to him, and how did he die?"

The Earth God raised his head, thought for a moment, and replied: "Laojun, this wandering spirit was originally a tiger. About twelve years ago, the boulder on the top of the mountain suddenly cracked, and a stone monkey was born. This tiger It was the stone monkey who killed him."

"Stone monkey?" The Supreme Leader raised his head and stroked his long beard and thought for a moment, then asked: "Is the stone monkey in the mountain now?"

The Earth God gently shook his head: "The stone monkey went to sea eleven years ago and has never returned since. Where exactly he went, I don't know."

"Oh?" The Supreme Being stretched out his hand to count, and suddenly fell into deep thought: "That's not right, we are going to sea now..."

After a long while, he sighed and said, "You can go ahead."

"Yes." The Earth God bowed and said goodbye.

I saw the Supreme Being and the boy arriving at the town that was abandoned due to famine in a blink of an eye.

Ten years have passed, and the withered woods are now full of life. However, the people who fled have not returned yet, and they still look dilapidated and deserted.

Not paying any attention to the lone grave on the hillside, the two of them jumped over and landed in front of an abandoned wooden house.

He reached out and grabbed it again, and a ball of gray mist fell into his hand.

After pondering it carefully, the Supreme Being sighed again: "It's like this again."

After rubbing the wandering spirits away from his hands, the Supreme Being stamped his feet and called out the land.

The tall and thin man, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, bowed respectfully and said, "I pay my respects to you."

"Let me ask you, how did that wandering spirit die just now?"

The Earth God replied: "The wandering spirit was originally a hunter here. Eleven years ago, he was killed by a stone monkey passing by. Because the Yang life has not expired, the underworld will not accept it, so it can only wander here."

"It's the Stone Monkey again. It seems that the source is unmistakable." The Supreme Being sighed.

After sighing, the Supreme Being turned around and wanted to leave. He seemed to feel something again, so he turned around and asked, "Did the Stone Monkey only kill this hunter here and not hurt any other living beings?"

The landowner thought about it carefully and replied: "Not yet."

"It's better if it doesn't happen." After saying that, the Supreme Prince and the boy flew into the sky and continued to the west.

…

Subhuti was suddenly startled in the moonlit corridor of Sanxing Cave under the setting moon, and looked towards the east.

"What is supposed to come will finally come."