The Monkey King

   The wind chime next to the introspection stone opened its mouth wide and stared at what the monkey held in his hand.

   "This is...this is..."

   "Help me take a look." The monkey spread the bamboo slip on the ground: "I don't know how to read. Help me to see what's written on it."

   "Monkey! You stole something!" The wind chimes shouted in panic.

  "Shh..." The monkey quickly covered the mouth of the wind chime: "It's not stealing! It's not stealing! It's borrowing!"

  "Woo-woo..." The wind chimes struggled to break free from the monkey and picked up the bamboo slips on the ground: "You went to the Book Collection Pavilion? This has the seal of the master on it! This is the book collection of the Book Collection Pavilion!"

  Monkey scratched his head in embarrassment and laughed.

   glared at the monkey, and the wind chimes shouted angrily: "I want to tell the master!"

   After saying that, he took the bamboo slip and turned around and was about to leave, but the monkey hurriedly stopped him: "He knows even if you don't say it."

"what?"

  Monkey pursed his lips with a smile, looked at the wind chimes and said slowly, "Do you think that any of the things in this Taoist temple can be blinded by the master's eyes?"

  The wind chimes squinted suspiciously at the monkey, and then looked at the bamboo slip in his hand, thoughtfully.

  Monkey went on to say: "Do you think why did the master inform me this morning that I don't have to go and invite me earlier?"

   Feng Chi pondered and nodded unconsciously.

"However, it's wrong for you to do this! Master doesn't blame, you can't..." Feng Chi still shouted relentlessly: "If you really need to see it, Master will definitely show it to you! What about the theft? Can a cultivator be?"

The monkey took the opportunity to grab the bamboo slip that fell into the hands of the wind chimes, stuffed it into his sleeve, and jumped on the introspection stone: "Then I don't know what he thinks, maybe it's because I'm afraid that I will cause trouble in the future and tell him who he is. My master. If this is the case, he can also shirk that I secretly learned it from the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and it has nothing to do with him."

   "Nonsense! Master is not like this!" The wind chimes shouted loudly.

"That's hard to say. If not, why did he know that I wanted to learn the seventy-two somersaults, but he only wanted me to cultivate the Tao of enlightenment, which can only be achieved in a hundred years, instead of letting me choose the good ones to fight. A walker that can be achieved in a few years?"

   "That...that's just my guess! The master never mentioned that he only taught you the Tao of enlightenment!"

"Really? Hahaha." The monkey stood on the rock and spread out the scroll in his hand: "I'm afraid that if I meditate here for ten years according to his method, I may not be able to cultivate something. No, it doesn't matter anymore. You just need to know that yesterday I stood in front of him and moved my mind, but he didn't scold me. Today, I stole the book, and he didn't teach me a lesson. This is acquiescence. Since the master acquiesced, you teach me to read , it's just to be a smooth human relationship."

   "This...this..." Wind Chime was suddenly speechless.

   She felt that what the monkey said made sense, but she did not dare to be the monkey's accomplice behind the back of her master.

   In her consciousness, stealing into the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion and stealing books are incredible things.

   "How about this?" The monkey lay on the stone, hung the bamboo slip in front of the wind chime, and said, "I just ask you, do you recognize all the characters on it?"

   "The wind chimes have been practised with the master since childhood. How can you not recognize these words?"

"It's enough to recognize it." The monkey rolled up the bamboo slip again, and jumped back to the ground: "I will copy the characters out, and you will teach me to read and write. Even if you want to teach me, the master will not teach you to teach me to read and write. Bar?"

"Can…"

   "You don't need to worry about the book stealing. The Taoist who guards the Sutra Collection Pavilion is safe, so how can he get you?" Monkey Jie laughed.

  The wind chimes are definitely not able to beat the monkeys. In the end, she can only agree. It’s a pity that she will not be able to sleep peacefully every day.

   is nothing but a ten-year-old child.

   At the same time, the tension between Tianting and Yang Jian continued.

  There are rumors from the outside world that if there are soldiers in Heaven, there is no way to take Yang Jian. Although Marshal Tianpeng actively invited Ying, in case of defeat, it is the Jade Emperor's face that will be lost.

   In view of the well-known strength of Marshal Tianpeng, the Jade Emperor obviously cannot afford to lose face. Again and again, the war has been delayed again and again.

   But the battle cannot be fought, and the Jade Emperor cannot be silent. So he issued an order to the Dragon King of the Four Seas: The residents of Guanjiangkou respect and love Yang Jian, an anti-sky, so Guanjiangkou was sentenced to a constant flood.

   After receiving the Jade Emperor's order, the Dragon King of the Four Seas naturally did not dare to neglect, and he didn't know which door the Dragon King of the West Sea had his brain caught in, but he actually sent his daughter there, but the third princess of the West Sea directly detained Yang Jian and did not let it go.

  The Dragon King of the West Sea rushed to the Yunxiao Palace on the day he got the news and cried, saying that the rain was detained by the order of the Jade Emperor, and he wanted Heaven to send troops to rescue him.

  The Jade Emperor had to agree because of his face, but he could only order Yang Jian to release him immediately.

  Thinking about who Yang Jian was, how could the Jade Emperor speak a word, and the Splendid Imperial Decree was directly used as a rag. In the end, it just adds to the jokes.

   This matter was just put aside.

   But the problem is not over yet. A few months later, the seven saints of Meishan let out the wind, Yang Jian's wedding is imminent, and the object is the third princess of the West Sea!

  The Dragon King of the West Sea even received a handwritten letter from the third princess of the West Sea, saying that he was willing.

   This is good, the dragon kings of the four seas went to the sky together, squatted in the Lingxiao Palace and cried and made trouble, saying that Yang Jian used despicable means to smear the innocence of the three princesses of the West Sea and asked the Jade Emperor to be the master.

   Helpless, the expedition against Yang Jian was put on the agenda again.

   However, this is another story.

  This period is a constant worry for the heavenly court. The first one has not been resolved yet, and the second one is already in the infancy.

   It is precisely because of the existence of Yang Jian that no one in the heavens and the earth will ask whether the stone monkey has apprenticeship three hundred years earlier and learned art three hundred years earlier, and no one even thinks of such a monkey.

  Since Monkey stole the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, his life was filled with hope. Since then, besides Subhuti, he has had another teacher - wind chimes.

   Even on the eve of the college entrance examination that year, he had never worked so hard. In just three days, he had a general idea of ​​the three scrolls he had obtained.

  The first volume is about the pharmacology of a certain herbal alchemy.

The second volume of    is about a refining technique in the refining process of flying swords.

The third volume of    is very mysterious, what kind of aura, spiritual power, karma breaking calamity, etc. Monkeys who have no foundation in immortality can't see why.

   It seems that this cultivation is not a one-time thing. Even if he puts the formula of the seventy-two transformations and somersaulting clouds in front of the monkey, he may not be able to fly to the branches and become a phoenix with his current foundation.

   But the monkey has nothing else, just a stubbornness, if you don't understand, we will learn it!

  Three months have passed, and the monkey has secretly traveled to and from the Sutras Pavilion dozens of times. Each book is copied first, and then hurriedly sent back.

   In the past three months, I don’t know if the cerebral cortex of the stone monkey is bigger than the average person or what. The monkey has been able to read the mixed words of this era. Except for some new words, basically no wind chimes are needed.

   However, I secretly searched the entire seven floors of the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion, but did not find any books with the words "Seventy-two Changes" or "Somersault Clouds".

   "Could it be that the old man is hiding?" Monkey thought.

   But after thinking about it, he didn't give up.

   You know what's going on yourself. There are quite a few books that have been copied out during this period of time, but very few are useful. The key now is not to find the seventy-two transformations and somersault clouds, but to make up for the basic knowledge first.

  Basic knowledge is really difficult without Subhuti's guidance, but at least there is a half-beginner wind chime willing to help, so it's not a big problem.

   First of all, it is about the most basic "walker's way" and "enlightened one's way". To put it bluntly, it is the difference between military commanders and civil officials.

   One is good at fighting and changing, but does not understand alchemy and smelting.

   A master of alchemy, smithing, and divination, but not good at fighting.

   The two are actually different professional directions.

  The Tao of enlightened people pays attention to the profound knowledge, and no one who has cultivated for thousands of years wants to come up with a magic weapon that can be put on the table. Moreover, the road to immortality is a long one, and most of those with mental discomfort give up halfway.

  The Way of the Practitioner is much simpler. It does not pay attention to the nature of the mind, and the time is short. As long as the aptitude is suitable, it can be accomplished in a few years. Of course, everything has pros and cons, and the practitioners are greedy for karma, accumulate ill-will, and need to break the calamity.

  This matter of life and death, no one can say for sure, if it is placed in a chaotic world of conferred gods, it will be fine, if it is placed in today's peaceful and prosperous world...

   In general, the enlightened Taoist can get something as long as he is willing to persevere, provided that he has peach to eat, nectar to drink, and his life is long enough.

   There is a risk in the way of the walker, and the risk is not small. Excessive absorption of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth accumulates a lot of hostile energy. If there is nowhere to release it, the cultivation base will stagnate, and if it is released, there will be endless troubles.

   Plus a shadowless and invisible killing robbery, maybe the killing robbery didn't break into his own life.

   Therefore, before the consecration of the gods, there were many practitioners of the Tao, but after the consecration of the gods, there were very few practitioners of the Tao, except for a few fairies whose minds were really not good.

   Monkey still thinks clearly about this question.

   According to his character and his grasp of the future, if he chooses the Way of Enlightenment, he may be in danger of death. Besides, the Tao of the Enlightened cannot cultivate the tough body of the Tao of the Tao, but the Tao of the Tao can eat elixir and use magic weapons just like the Tao of the Enlightened.

   After all, he just can't do it, but it's not that he can't use it, it really can't, just grab it.

   Isn't this what the real Monkey King did all the time?

   Besides, as far as he knows, his qualifications as a cultivator can be considered a bit of an argument. If he cultivates the enlightened Dao, then it is completely catching the moon in the water.

   But since this is the case, why did Subhuti allow himself to cultivate the Way of the Enlightened One?

   Could it be that he was really forcing himself to learn the Way of the Practitioner, and if something went wrong in the future, he could just get rid of it?

  Monkey really can't understand.

  The days went by again, and one night after half a year, the monkey entered the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion again in the dark.

  While he was secretly searching for the books he needed, a figure quietly floated in from the window and fell to the ground without making a sound.

  The monkey was startled and rolled into the dark, holding his breath.

   The breeze blew the veil on the window, and the moonlight shone on the person who came, wearing a blue robe, immortal style, long hair fluttering, but could not see his face.

   The man stood motionless.

   "Come out, don't force the old man to do it."

   Qingyunzi!