The Monkey King

"Your bird is fine. At that time, after you left, a ghost from the underworld took away her soul." Ling Yunzi stared at the ground with a confused look: "But I know it was not a ghost. She died because of you. , the underworld will not accept her soul. Someone must be pretending to be a ghost to hide from the earth’s eyes and ears and take away the soul. "

The monkey sat slumped on the ground, its body trembling slightly, its eyes wide open, but it could not see the plants and trees around it.

"Being... seduced away by someone... Is it the master?" His eyes widened suddenly, and tears couldn't help but fall from his eyes.

"It's not the old man." Ling Yunzi shook his head slowly: "I asked him, if it was him, there is no need to lie to me."

"Ha... it's not him... who is that? Who is that? Hahahaha, who else could it be?" Covering his face, he smiled painfully and trembled: "Who could it be? Hahahahaha."

Ling Yunzi struggled to stand up, swallowed, and looked at the lost monkey: "Junior brother, listen to me, don't go back. We can go to my Lingyun Pavilion. I also have the scroll of the Seventy-two Transformations .Go over there and I’ll teach you.”

"You teach me?" Monkey laughed sarcastically. He slowly got up and stepped back step by step: "You teach me? Haha."

"Junior brother..." Under this situation, Ling Yunzi no longer knew what to say.

Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the monkey's tearful face.

It started to rain in the sky.

The monkey shook his head slowly, stepped back step by step, reached out to pick up his Cloud Walking Stick: "You are right, I shouldn't go back to Xianyue Sanxing Cave, I shouldn't go back."

"We can go to my Lingyun Pavilion."

"No——." Monkey stretched out his hand and pulled off the Taoist uniform with the words Xianyue Sanxingdong on the collar, and threw it to the ground: "I'm not going anywhere! I'm not going anywhere!"

Turning around, he took a few steps slowly, gritted his teeth, and started running quickly again.

Looking at his back, Ling Yunzi stretched out his hand, but didn't know how to stop it or what reason to use.

The wind passed by his ears, and he howled loudly, running faster and faster, crying uncontrollably.

"Why, why is this like this!"

He picked up the walking stick and swung it down with all his strength. A century-old giant tree collapsed in front of him.

"Why is this happening-!"

In strong winds and sudden rains, he waved the cloud stick aimlessly, roaring hysterically, smashing everything in sight to pieces.

He just wanted to live well, he just wanted to save that little canary, and he just wanted to fulfill his promise.

But why is all this so difficult?

He thought he was still in Novice Village, but he didn't know that what he saw when he looked up was already the supreme being in this world.

He rides a divine beast, holds a divine weapon, and sings a divine song.

He wanted to obliterate Que'er, what could he do to stop him? What can I do to protect Que'er?

So what if he learned the seventy-two transformations of somersault clouds? Is it possible to fight against the whole world?

What does this world... want to force him into?

At this moment, he couldn't stop crying.

Everything was doomed from the moment he was born in Huaguo Mountain. When he was born into a demon, he was involuntarily assigned to the demon side.

No matter what your duties are, no matter how small and pitiful your dreams are, no one will sympathize with you, no one will pity you.

Because you are just a monster.

If you are a demon, you can list the crimes as you like.

Raising his head, he roared helplessly at the sky, roaring heart-breakingly, just like the tiger he had killed with his own hands, roaring in despair.

"If you can only be yourself, why bother trying to be someone else?" Yuding's voice echoed in his ears.

"Yeah, if I can only be myself, why bother being someone else?" The voice trembled slightly.

From the moment he entered the Water Curtain Cave, to going to sea, to becoming a disciple, step by step, he was just thinking about becoming Sun Wukong in the Journey to the West. He even wanted to learn the way of doing things.

He is no longer himself.

He is just a prisoner in the book "Journey to the West".

The smart guy wants to change his destiny, but he doesn't know that he has already pushed himself into a desperate situation step by step.

What about time travellers? Can a time traveler, with the memory of these decades, outplay those old monsters that have lived for tens of thousands of years?

He has never broken free from the shackles of fate. No matter how hard I struggled, I just fell deeper and deeper.

In the violent wind and rain, he waved the stick in his hand wildly. There are no rules, no routines.

Wailing heartbreakingly, wailing helplessly.

The shrill voice resounded throughout the world.

Even if he has reached the state of accepting gods, he is no different from the original monkey.

Even if he learns the seventy-two transformations, what can he do? He is still the helpless monkey who only cries in the moonlit night.

What can he use to fight against Taishang Laojun?

But, can’t all this be changed?

The chaotic thoughts and repressed anger drove him crazy, and he destroyed even more crazily, as if he was going to destroy the world.

Until he ran out of strength, the walking stick came out of his hand, and he lay in the rain, beating the ground helplessly.

The heavy rain beat on his back, flowing down his cheeks along the fluff, mixing with tears, falling drop by drop.

He cried helplessly, bared his teeth and howled angrily. He hit the sand and gravel on the ground in vain with his fists, splashing rainwater and leaving deep pits.

The bruised fist was already covered with scars.

Until I can no longer use any strength.

"Why... why... why is this happening... Que'er... my Que'er... where have you been... where have you been..." In the pouring rain, he tightly covered the only thing he had ever seen. The remaining feathers covered his face and wept.

Those shoulders were shivering in the rain.

From the beginning to the end, he was just the little monkey Que'er met in Huaguo Mountain. The monkey who was chased by the tiger and had nowhere to hide has never changed.

A pair of white boots slowly came to him, covering him from the rain.

He raised his head and saw that familiar face in the drizzle, holding an umbrella, but he was standing in the wind and rain.

"Who are you crying for? As long as you are alive, there is hope." With a slightly sad smile on her face, biting her lip, she said: "We are all the same, there is an enemy that cannot be defeated. But. , no matter how many years it takes, one day we will definitely defeat him!"

The monkey slowly lowered his head and remained silent. For a long time, the two of them remained silent in the rain, letting the downpour hit them.

"Yang Chan."

"Um."

"Is our deal... still valid?"

"certainly."

…

Ling Yunzi sat slumped in the rain, letting the cold rain beat at him. The raindrops fell from his long hair that was messed up by the wind, covering his face.

He reached out and took out a bunch of jade slips from his waist, clumsily selected a piece from it and put it to his mouth.

"Master..." He opened his mouth slightly, but paused again. He remained silent in the rain for a long time, and then said softly and tremblingly: "Junior brother... is gone."

…

"I know...let him go."

A hundred thousand miles away, the lonely figure of the old man standing in the attic fell into loneliness.

After a long time, the old man raised his head and looked at the rolling clouds in the sky, stroking his long beard and sighed slowly: "Yes, the weather has changed."

Kunlun Mountain Vol. over