The Monkey King

   Facing the retreating crowd, the monkey raised his head and looked directly at Dan Tongzi who was aloof.

   His blood-stained face was full of smiles.

   At that moment, the blue veins that burst out of Dan Tongzi's forehead jumped suddenly.

   "They won't come, are you coming?" The monkey grinned wildly. A proud laugh, a contemptuous laugh, a defiant laugh.

   That burst of laughter fell into Feng Chi’s heart, tearing his heart to pieces.

   Dan Tongzi, who was standing tall at the top of the tree, was already pale, and he could see that everyone present was terrified.

   But this is clearly just a dying beast! What are you afraid of!

   Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Chan actually laughed madly.

  The radiance of persistence in despair, that kind of madness, not everyone can understand.

  There are always some people in this world who are brave, stubborn, even paranoid, uninhibited, proud, and arrogant. Even in a desperate situation, they will never compromise.

   would rather die than lose.

   The scene in front of him gradually became hazy, and in a trance, the figure of the monkey in front of him actually overlapped with the figure of his famous brother all over the world.

  Tears dripped from the corners of her eyes.

  …

   In the dark room, Qing Yunzi brought a cup of tea to his mouth, but there was no entrance.

  …

   In the dark hall, Subhuti paused slightly with his black wood carving hand, raised his head and took a deep breath, his face a little dignified.

   "Master, do you really care?" Yu Yi, who was standing beside him, bowed and asked.

Subhuti stared blankly at the dark night outside the door in front of him for a long time, then waved his hand, lowered his head and continued to carve the black wood in his hand, sighing: "If my slanting moon three-star cave is a furnace , that is a knife, the more tempered it is today, the sharper he will be when he emerges from the scabbard... If he can hold it, he will be able to do what he wants to do."

  …

  The bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth, shining on this crazy monkey.

   The Taoists' hearts were stained with a trace of fear, and they couldn't help but retreat.

  Is it all over?

Do not!

   Hearing Dan Tongzi coughing twice, suddenly woke everyone up.

   The scarred face and the one-eyed dragon's body shook, and quickly took half a step towards the monkey.

   "Go!" They didn't move forward, but waved to let the group of Taoists who were overwhelmed and also frightened come.

   A look of contempt appeared on the monkey's face: "Is it still afraid, hahahaha, cowards, what are you afraid of? Hahahaha!"

The blood oozing from the forehead flowed into the eyes along the eyebrows, stinging, and he couldn't even open one eye, but this did not prevent him from despising the Taoists, including the two cultivators in the divine realm, and even Dan Tong son.

   The Taoists looked at each other, but no one moved forward, but moved slightly backward.

   "Go on—!" The one-eyed dragon roared and waved his machete about to slash at one of the Taoists.

   The Taoist rushed forward in panic, closed his eyes, and slammed his fist at the monkey.

   There was no accident, the punch hit the monkey's heart firmly.

   At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to dodge.

   slanted his body slightly and collapsed directly to the ground.

   "Go on—! What are you waiting for!" Scarface raised his foot and kicked the Taoist apprentice beside him.

   Gradually, two, three, four.

   The fear that enveloped everyone seemed to dissipate again, or maybe they were just masking their unease with crazy actions.

   They beat and kicked around the monkey again, trying their best, hysterical.

   But the monkey just laughed, laughed wildly, and laughed so much that all the Taoists felt numb in their hearts and became more and more crazy.

   From the gap in the human wall, Dan Tongzi saw that red eye staring at him, like a bottomless abyss, making people shudder.

   "Forget it, don't kill me, I can't explain it." Dan Tongzi flicked his sleeves and disappeared out of thin air.

  Perhaps even he was afraid.

As soon as   Dantongzi disappeared, the two cultivators in the Divine Realm couldn't wait to follow.

   For the two of them, they didn't want to stay here for a moment.

   As soon as the three of them left, the Daoist disciples looked at each other at a loss, and they ran away as if they had done something bad. They ran so fast that they even lost their torches on the ground.

   In the huge open space, a few torches squeaked and burned.

   Only the monkey that seemed to be dead and unable to move was left, and all the monkey hair on his body was dyed red and sticky.

  Yang Chan smiled helplessly, stood up and just took a step, but saw the lifted wind chimes running towards the monkey.

   "Looks like it's not my turn to appear." After laughing, he turned around and plunged into the boundless darkness.

  …

   "Monkey! Monkey... Monkey, don't die!"

  The wind chimes rushed over in a panic, fell down, and struggled to get up again. The dust all over the body fell on the monkey, and the tears fell, dripping on the monkey's fluff mixed with blood.

   She wiped away tears and howled.

"I can't die..." Monkey held up the only half of his eyes left, and looked at the only girl in the world who remembered him: "It's not that easy to die, I'm just a cheap life, my life is cheap, and the Lord of Hell will not accept it. Haha. cough..."

  A streak of blood coughed out of the monkey's throat, frightening the wind chimes.

   "Don't talk! Don't talk!" She hurriedly tore off her skirt, but she held it in her hand, not knowing where to wrap it.

   From beginning to end, she was just a ten-year-old child, a helpless child.

   The blood and fluff all over the monkey's body in front of him were intertwined, and the wound could not be seen.

   "I'm going to call Shizun!" Feng Chi turned around and was about to leave.

  Monkey grabbed the corner of her clothes: "Don't..."

   "It's all about time!"

   "Don't go looking for that...dead old man..." The monkey grabbed the corner of the wind chimes and clenched his hand slowly and tightly.

  The wind chimes turned around and looked at the body lying on the ground and the hollow in the slightly opened eyes.

   Even at this moment, he is still so stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes again and again, and she reached out and wiped her tears with her sleeve: "Monkey... Monkey, don't scare me, okay? Don't be so alright? Don't be so stubborn. I'll go to Master, he will definitely will save you."

"I don't need... anyone... save! I don't need anyone..." The monkey frowned suddenly, closed his eyes, and clenched his teeth tightly. He couldn't hide the pain in his expression. He lost all his strength and fell, leaving only the hand holding the sleeve that was not loose no matter what.

"I'm sorry. Monkey." The wind chimes could only lie on the monkey and cry bitterly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I ate Kuo Lingdan, but... I still can't do anything, I just cry, I only know how to cry. I really No use, sorry."

The monkey's blood-stained hand lifted up with difficulty, stroked the little head of the wind chimes, and wiped away the tears from his cheeks: "Silly girl, don't cry, next time I have something to do, you can hide away... anything, don't do anything. ."

  The wind chimes shook his head: "Monkey...Is it really that important to cultivate immortals? It's more important than life?"

  The monkey didn't answer, just opened his eyes slightly to look at the bright moon passing through the sky, silent, and the hand stroking the wind chime's cheek froze there.

   Eye sockets were slightly moist.

  Many, many years ago, he was also asked this question, it was a canary.

   If she was by her side now, would she ask the same question?

   Monkey doesn't know, he only knows that the escape route has already been blocked by himself. There is no way out, just keep going forward.

   On this journey, no matter how many years, no matter how difficult, no matter how hard, he must persevere, and he cannot retreat half a step.

  There is no way, so we cut a way.

   This is his choice, and he has no regrets.

   took two deep breaths, and finally regained his strength, he said softly, "Help me...get up."

  The icy night, the biting wind, the empty mountain, the monkey supported the wind chimes little by little, and stood up with difficulty, crumbling.

   Every movement and every trace of strength was accompanied by severe pain, which he could only endure with gritted teeth.

"Let's go back."

   "Monkey, why does it have to be like this?"

   "I'm afraid that once I step back, I will completely lose the courage to move forward...cough cough..."

   "Monkey! Don't scare me!"

   "It's okay...it's okay, I can't die. I won't die if I cough twice."

   "You stop talking!"

  On the long stone steps, two lonely figures are leaning against each other.

  The road that night was very cold, far away, and very painful. It was so painful that his consciousness gradually became blurred.

   I remember that there was a time when a helpless little girl was crying, she stubbornly supported him, exhausted all her strength to prevent him from falling, and walked by each other.

   When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day, and he was lying on the couch in his log cabin, his whole body wrapped like a zongzi.

  The wind chimes were covered in blood, so they stood by, wringing out the towel, and quietly helping the monkey wipe the body.

   Seeing the monkey wake up, she bit her lip and the tears fell drop by drop, but she couldn't hold it back and cried out with a wow.