The Monkey King

"I...want to go to Huashan."

When he heard this sentence, Nezha suddenly felt an indescribable feeling. The Qingxin in front of her seemed to be a different person, no longer as unruly and willful as before.

Is it because of the injury?

"Do you want to go to Huashan?"

Qingxin didn't answer, but slowly closed her eyes.

"Why do you want to go to Huashan? Huashan...is the second brother's territory. Even if I have the token of Nantianmen, I can't go there casually. It's harder than entering Guanjiangkou."

Qingxin still didn't answer. She closed her eyes tightly, as if she was asleep.

After swallowing dryly, Nezha continued: "There's really nothing good to go to in Huashan. It's difficult to get in, and there's nothing inside. Isn't it..."

Nezha's words stopped abruptly because he saw faint tears in the corners of Qingxin's eyes.

For a moment, he was completely stunned and opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere in the whole room suddenly became very depressing.

After hesitating for a while, he could only whisper: "You should have a good rest. You have to recover from your injuries before going to Huashan. I'm going out first."

After that, he nodded silently, turned around and left.

After exiting the door and closing the door, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that the Qingxin in front of him was no longer the original Qingxin.

Through the gap in the window lattice, he saw Qingxin still lying quietly. He was motionless, as if he had really fallen asleep. The tears slid down the corners of his eyes and hit the pillow.

"What...what's going on?" Nezha frowned and hesitated for a long time, but didn't know what to do. He could only mutter to himself: "Let's ask the master."

In the courtyard, Nezha turned around and hurried away in the direction of the main hall of the Golden Light Cave.

Above the clouds, the two old men were still watching quietly.

Lao Jun raised his head and half-squinted his eyes. After a while, he sighed helplessly: "I've finally settled my worries, but the trouble is still to come."

"She is going to Huashan. You said...what does she want to do in Huashan?"

"It's time to go see Yang Chan. It's hard for us two old guys to show up at this time. She will naturally go back when she wants to see us."

"What are you doing to see Yang Chan?"

Laojun turned his face to look at Subhuti, and stroking his long beard, he said, "I can't explain it. One person suddenly has the memories of three lifetimes overlapping, and has three completely different personalities. This kind of thing has never happened before. , God knows what transformation will happen.”

"You can't even explain?"

"If the Tiandao Stone is still there, it would be possible to test it. Now, I'm afraid no one can predict it."

Staring at the courtyard with lowered eyebrows, Subhuti sighed softly: "She already knows her identity. Although it is not love, she can tell whether the monkey head is a god or a ghost."

"Hehehehe, then. Do you think he is a god or a ghost?" Laojun looked at Subhuti meaningfully and said, "If I had known that when you reborn her, you wouldn't just want to repay the debt. . What an old fox."

Subhuti glanced at Lao Jun lightly, stroking his long beard and said: "That monkey is too wild, immortal, and nothing in this world can trap him. Even the seal of Buddhism. In fact, it is only a matter of time. The way of heaven. Wuji, in six hundred and fifty years, if that monkey had figured it out at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, let alone the Tathagata of Zhengfa Mingming, even Sakyamuni would not be able to trap him. I am just worried about what might happen, what if? , Jin Chanzi cannot save him, so this sword needs a scabbard. Otherwise, life will be ruined. It is most suitable for Qing Xin to serve as this scabbard. "

Hearing this, Laojun suddenly laughed and nodded silently, his smile filled with helplessness.

After a while, Lao Jun sighed softly: "Why was it that I cultivated Wuwei and not you? No matter how you look at it, you are more suitable than me."

After saying that, Laojun turned his face to look at Subhuti.

Subhuti stared at the courtyard of the lower world without saying a word, as if he was thinking about something, and he seemed to simply not want to pick up the topic of Lao Jun.

"Qingxin is suitable for scabbard... Hey, isn't there a ready-made Yang Chan?"

Subhuti shook his head slowly and said: "Yang Chan is scheming, ambitious, and resourceful. Such a person cannot be a scabbard. Putting them together, he may even add fuel to the fire."

"Hehehehe, if you put it that way, the wind chime from back then was actually the only one suitable for use as a scabbard, not today's Qingxin. It's too late to imprison the beast that you released from the cage with your own hands now," Lao Jun said. The man with a long beard said leisurely: "I don't know what will happen to Qingxin, but I can tell you this, she will never do what you want. This means that her first choice is not to find the monkey head. You can tell if you go to Yang Chan instead. Hahahaha. In this chaotic situation, it is better to continue to return to Tushita Palace and be a free cloud and wild crane to save your worries."

After saying that, Laojun fluttered his sleeves and walked away. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the sky, leaving only Subhuti still watching the courtyard quietly. His brows were furrowed tightly.

The sun rose and set, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, Qingxin did not touch the meals and pills sent by Nezha. He only used the pills he brought with him to heal his injuries. He did not even say a word to Nezha, nor did he contact his master. He just sat there blindly. Sitting on the couch in a daze.

The face looked increasingly haggard.

During this period, Master Taiyi also visited her once. The diagnosis was that her body had already improved, but such treatment might leave hidden diseases in the future.

Qingxin said nothing to this rhetoric. No matter what Nezha said, from beginning to end, she didn't even look at Master Taiyi.

That way, it's like covering your eyes and plugging your ears, completely immersed in your own world, without any interference from the outside world.

On the morning of the fourth day, Nezha still delivered the food early as usual, thinking that even though she was pure of heart and refused to eat, it was her business whether to eat or not. I still have to do what I should do. If something happens in the future, I will have an excuse to pursue it.

But as soon as he opened the door, he felt his head buzzing, and he was so frightened that he almost fainted. The plate in his hand fell with a clang. The food was spilled on the floor.

He saw Qing Xin break the bowl, pursed her lips, and placed the broken porcelain pieces on his wrist.

The two of them just stayed in silence.

Nezha looked at Qingxin in horror. Qingxin stared at her wrist expressionlessly. The porcelain piece attached to her wrist scratched the skin, and bright red blood dripped down her fingertips and fell to the ground, like blossoming plum blossoms. bloom.

Nezha stared blankly. The whole person was stunned. I didn't dare to say anything for a long time.

After swallowing dryly, Nezha said cautiously: "You... don't do stupid things. If you die, wait until you return to heaven. No... I mean, life is so beautiful, why bother?"

After a long time, Qingxin let go slightly, and the porcelain pieces fell to the ground with a harsh sound.

Nezha stared at the wound from a distance with his eyes widened. It wasn't until he was sure that the wound was not deep that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Qingxin sat quietly on the edge of the couch, motionless, still as if he had lost his soul.

After a while, Nezha slowly raised his feet and took a step forward. After confirming that Qing Xin had no reaction, he quickly walked to Qing Xin's side and stretched out his hand to treat Qing Xin's wound.

But before Nezha could touch Qingxin's wrist, Qingxin took her hand back. Nezha caught a chance and couldn't help but be stunned.

"I'm fine." Qingxin said, "You're right. Life is so beautiful."

As she spoke, the corners of Qingxin's lips raised slightly, revealing her first smile in days.

That smile made Nezha's heart twitch.

At this moment, Nezha really wanted to die.

Who is this provoking? Why did a good person suddenly become like this after being in a coma for a few days?

Although Nezha didn't like Qing Xin's original arrogant attitude, it suddenly became like this. This... this time it was agreed that Nezha would cooperate with Qingxin and at the same time protect Qingxin. What if something happened?

Qingxin stared at the bright red blood stains on the ground and said softly: "My injury is almost healed. Let's set out early tomorrow morning. You go out now, I want to take a nap."

"Okay, we'll set off tomorrow." Nezha wiped his sweat and chuckled. Turning around, he quickly stacked all the porcelain pieces scattered on the ground onto the wooden tray he brought to take away.

Thinking about it and feeling uneasy, he quickly took away all the vases, scissors and other objects in the room. Even the edges of the few pieces of furniture were rounded by his magic. .

Thinking about it, I still feel uneasy.

Everything in the room was taken care of, but he didn't know what Qingxin had on him. Maybe there are one or two daggers among her magical weapons. Or maybe the pill itself is poisonous...

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Nezha threw everything in his hands into the yard, turned around and entered the room again.

"Didn't I ask you to go out?"

"How about... how about we chat?" Nezha said with a grin.

Qingxin looked at Nezha expressionlessly.

"Okay, it's okay if we don't chat. You sleep in your own bed and I'll stay aside so that it doesn't get in the way." After that, Nezha sat on the chair and stared at Qingxin intently.

Qingxin still looked at Nezha expressionlessly.

"Okay, I understand, I'm going out."

Shaking his head helplessly, Nezha exited the door and closed it. As soon as he turned his head, he crept to the window lattice, secretly poked his head out to watch, and was very alert to pay attention to every move in the room.

In the room, Qingxin was still sitting quietly without any movement, her eyes were so empty that it made people panic.

At this moment, everything around her seemed to have no meaning at all.

Time passed bit by bit. One of the two people sat in the room and the other stood guard outside the door. They just stayed there quietly, as motionless as two stone statues.

The next morning, before dawn, Qingxin opened the door and said to Nezha, who had been waiting outside the door all day and night: "Let's go to Huashan." (To be continued ~^~)

PS: It feels like every time I overtax my brain, it takes me a day or two to recover. Asking for a monthly ticket.