The Monkey King

  The next day, just as Subhuti had expected, Qing Yunzi did not go out behind closed doors.

   There is no one to preside over the morning chanting, no one to lecture on various daily sutra meetings, and no one to take care of the chores of Taoist temples.

   All the Daoists were at a loss, and Nasubhuti didn't even bother to ask. The only thing was that the person who took over was coming soon, so be safe and don't be impatient.

   After these few days, all affairs in the Taoist temple could not be carried out, and the resentment of the Taoists against the monkeys deepened.

   Originally, the monkey didn't care. After all, he didn't listen to the sermons, and most of the internal affairs had nothing to do with him. Even if the kitchen was closed, he could still pick a few wild fruits from the back of the mountain.

  A monkey, a nest, what a big deal?

   On the contrary, Qingyunzi stayed at home, which made him less scruples to sneak into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion later.

   As for the wind chimes, he was in a very good mood. I think that he has now decided on Subhuti's attitude and let go of the burden in his heart. At noon on the third day, he carried the food court and hummed a ditty to deliver meals to the monkeys.

   "Could it be that Qing Yunzi didn't care, but the kitchen provided lunch instead?" Monkey wondered.

"Go and go, what kind of kitchen does it provide? Uncle Qingyun doesn't care about anything, and the affairs in the Guan are unattended. Maybe there will be no meals in a few days." With that, Feng Chi put the food court on the ground, He giggled and said, "This is the cook made by this girl herself."

   "Yo!" The monkey quickly dropped the bamboo slip in his hand and jumped off the introspection stone.

   "I'm coming." The wind chimes smiled and held the lid with both hands: "Dangdangdangdang! Look! Do you like it?"

   "Isn't this... just a fruit?" The monkey said blankly: "What kind of cooking is it?"

  In the food court, there is a fruit platter, at best it is cut.

   "Don't monkeys like fruit the most?" Feng Chi frowned and pouted.

   "Forget it, it's a thought anyway." The monkey shook his head, grabbed an apple and stuffed it into his mouth.

  The master of the wind chimes is Subhuti's first apprentice, Qingfengzi, and Qingfengzi has only four disciples in total. In view of the high status of Qingfengzi in the Guan, the status of wind chimes is naturally not low.

   On weekdays, if you have any doubts about your homework, you will directly ask Subhuti for advice. After all, they belong to the disciples who have been taught by each generation.

  No one dares to send this little girl apart from Subhuti, and the fruit platter she makes is really not something that everyone can eat.

   "Hey, make it clear, what is 'forget it'? You can skip it if you don't want to eat it!" Feng Chi pouted.

  Monkey chewed the fruit, hurriedly carried the food court aside, and asked, "Why is it so empty today?"

The wind chimes flattened his mouth: "Uncle Qingyun doesn't teach the scriptures anymore, the temple is in a mess, and the master doesn't go out, so I have nothing to do. But you have to be careful, I heard that some older senior brothers thought beat you."

   "Huh?" The monkey was stunned for a moment: "From Qingyunzi's gate?"

"No. Uncle Qingyun has been behind closed doors for three days. I heard that no one was there, and even the food delivery people were kicked out. Fortunately, his cultivation base has reached the realm of transforming spirits into emptiness. But you don't need to worry about him." Seeing the monkey eating with relish, the wind chimes smiled and asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

   Just when the monkey was about to dislike two sentences and quarrel with her, a voice suddenly sounded: "Hahahaha, our fourth princess can also cook, it's really rare."

  The monkey and the wind chimes were startled and looked around quickly.

   This voice seemed to sound directly from his mind, with no root and no source at all, and it was difficult to tell where it came from.

   After a while, there was an eagle cry, and an eagle swooped down from the sky, turning into a human shape in the sky, with both sleeves raised in the wind and slowly landing on the ground.

  Later is a handsome man, with a burly stature, wearing a black tight-fitting robe, and a strange white hair in the middle of his bun.

   Seeing the person coming, Fengling was overjoyed at first, and then hurriedly stood at attention and saluted: "Fengling pays homage to Brother Yuechao!"

  Yuechao looked at the wind chimes, and asked with a smile: "How come you are not polite with your uncle, and you see me, this senior, but you're outside?"

   "He's just a monkey, no need to be formal." The wind chimes said casually with a flat mouth.

   The intimacy in that expression fell to Yue Chao's seriousness, but it caused a faint worry.

   reached out and touched the head of the wind chime, and Yuechao turned around and bowed respectfully to the monkey, saying, "Uncle Wukong, it's the first time we meet, the younger disciple of Daoist Qingfeng, Yuechao, is polite."

   Qingfeng Daoist is another name for Qingfengzi.

   After coming to Xieyue Sanxingdong Cave for so long, it was the first time someone treated him so respectfully, and the monkey was stunned. He hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you. I just worshipped the door not long ago."

After the ceremony, Yuechao glanced at the monkey, intentionally or unintentionally, and then went to the food court to get the wind chimes: "I haven't eaten the food made by Fourth Junior Sister, and I happen to be hungry. Huh? Why? Is it fruit? This is also called food?"

   Feng Chi's face turned red, and he hurried over to grab the food pavilion, and said faintly, "It wasn't meant for you to eat in the first place."

  Yuechao sighed helplessly: "It's fine if you don't eat it. Brother, I thought my sister and sister had grown, but I only learned to cook after I left for a year."

  The wind chimes hid the food pavilion behind him and decided to break the topic: "Why didn't Senior Brother suddenly come back from Lingyun Peak's cultivation?"

   "We went to Guanjiangkou with Uncle Lingyun to watch the fun, and I came to see you."

   "Watching the fun at Guanjiangkou?" The monkey frowned: "Are you going to fight?"

Yuechao patted his thigh and sat down cross-legged: "Well, the news from the heavens, Taishang Laojun suddenly left the customs early for some reason, and now the Jade Emperor is preparing for battle in full swing, and the Erlang God Yang Jian is similar, and now he is looking for soldiers everywhere, as long as He will do it if he has a little cultivation. Depending on the situation, this uncle and nephew's foe is going to fight to the death. It doesn't matter."

   Having said that, Yuezhao stretched out his hand, and a set of tea sets appeared in front of him out of thin air, along with a charcoal stove and hot boiling water.

   This scene made the monkey stunned.

"Little Junior Sister, come here and taste the tea that Senior Brother personally planted on the top of Lingyun Peak. This is something that Senior Uncle Lingyun is even reluctant to give. The disciples of Senior Uncle Lingyun beat my tea idea all day long, Senior Brother, I will keep it It's been hard work." Yue Chao raised her eyebrows and took out a small pot of tea leaves in a bamboo tube from her pocket.

  Monkey quickly asked, "You also practice the Way of the Practitioner?"

   "Why do you ask that?" Yue Chao asked rhetorically.

   "This... It should be done by the third level of spiritual refinement, right? It's not the way of the practitioner, why is it so young..."

   The wind chime on the side gently tugged on the monkey's hand and whispered in his ear: "Senior Brother Yuechao is over 300 years old this year..."

"Forehead?"

When the monkey was puzzled, Yuechao had already brewed the tea, divided the cups, and pushed the two cups of tea in front of the monkey and the wind chime respectively, saying: "The appearance of the immortal cultivator is the image of the heart, if the heart is not old, the appearance will not be old. In the future, if Uncle Wukong meets Uncle Lingyun, he will know that his old man still looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, and he is in full bloom."

  Monkey's first reaction was to look at the wind chimes.

   "Huh?" The wind chimes glared back immediately.

   Yuechao sighed: "This is really only ten years old, it's not that he doesn't look old. Come and **** tea."

   The three of them picked up the teacup and sipped it.

  This tea is lubricated in the mouth. When you sip it in your mouth, a burst of aroma overflows your nose. When you swallow it, you will feel a sense of physical and mental relaxation.

   "Fairy Tea?" The monkey never thought that tea could be like this, and it is no wonder that those who have reached the level of the Moon Dynasty are willing to plant it with their own hands and love it so much.

That Yuechao sipped his tea, stared at the wind chimes thoughtfully, then suddenly turned to look at the monkey, and said, "Master Wukong, Master Lingyun and Master Yiyuan have all sent letters to Master, asking if Return to the Taoist temple."

   It seems that although these senior brothers go out, they know the situation inside the temple very well.

   But this is also to be expected, although I don't know what means of communication they used between them, but with their cultivation base, there is absolutely no way.

  Monkey hummed, and while continuing to drink tea, he raised his eyes to look at the moon. I don't know why he suddenly said this.

Yuezhao looked at the monkey with a solemn expression, and said slowly, "Master's answer is: 'No need for now.' But he didn't reject Master Dantong. I heard that...Uncle Dantong is hunting evil scorpions in the South China Sea. will return."

  The wind chime suddenly turned pale, but the monkey did not know why.

  Yuechao lowered his head, held a teacup, and said lightly, "In the future, Master Wukong has to be more careful."

   After chatting a few more times, Yuechao said goodbye and asked for wind chimes before leaving, leaving only the monkey to continue practicing.

  I don't know if it was intentional or what. Yuechao took the wind chimes to walk around the entire Taoist temple. It was not until he finally got out of the mountain gate that he suddenly said: "Feng chimes, in the future, stay away from Master Wukong as much as possible."

   "Why did you say that, brother?" Feng Chi was obviously taken aback.

Yuechao stopped in his footsteps, slowly raised his head, and said, "The practitioner is so disposition, and the master treats it like this. After only one year of entry, he is already concentrating on the later stage... This person is like that Yang Jian, and there are three endings, a hero in the world. , evil spirits on earth, or - death."

   A sentence is like a thunderbolt.

  The petite body of the wind chimes shook slightly and stopped, but he silently lowered his head and rubbed his little hands.

   The two brothers and sisters stood quietly on the quaint stone steps, swaying in the phantom wind of branches and leaves under the sun.

   After a long time, Yuechao took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He looked up at the flowing clouds in the sky, and said, "These three kinds of results must end up with skeletons under your feet. All the uncles see this very clearly."