The Monkey King

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

  Monkey sat slumped on the ground, his body trembled slightly, his eyes widened, but he couldn't see the grass and trees around him.

   "I was hooked by... I don't know who... Is it the master?" He suddenly widened his eyes, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop falling.

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

   "Oh...it's not him...who is that? Who is that? Hahahaha, who else would it be?" Covering his face, he smiled bitterly, trembling: "Who would it be? Hahahaha."

Ling Yunzi struggled to stand up, swallowed, and looked at the monkey who lost his soul: "Junior brother, listen to me, don't go back. We can go to my Lingyun Pavilion. I also have the seventy-two changes. Go over there and I'll teach you."

   "You teach me?" The monkey laughed mockingly, he slowly got up and stepped back: "You teach me? Hehe."

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

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

   There was a drizzle in the sky.

  Monkey shook his head slowly, stepped back step by step, and reached out to pick up his cloud stick: "You're right, I shouldn't go back to Xieyue Sanxingdong, I shouldn't go back."

   "We can go to my Lingyun Pavilion."

   "No—." The monkey reached out and tore off the Taoist uniform marked with the words Xieyue Sanxingdong on the collar, and slammed it on the ground: "I'm not going anywhere! I'm not going anywhere!"

   turned around, he took a few steps slowly, gritted his teeth, and ran quickly again.

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

  The wind swept past his ears, and he howled loudly, running faster and faster, and burst into tears.

   "Why, why is this!"

   picked up the cloud stick, he swung it down with all his strength, and a hundred-year-old giant tree collapsed in front of him.

   "Why is this-!"

  In the gale, in the shower, he waved his cloud stick aimlessly, roared hysterically, and shattered everything in front of him.

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

   But all of this, why is it 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 existence in this world.

   He rode a divine beast, held an artifact, and sang a divine comedy.

   He wants to obliterate Queer, what can he do to stop him? What can I do to protect the bird!

   So what if you learned the seventy-two somersaults? Is it possible to fight against the whole world?

  This world... What exactly do you want to force him into?

   At this moment, he burst into tears.

   From the moment he was born to Huaguo Mountain, everything was doomed, and he was involuntarily assigned to the side of the demon.

   No matter what your duty is, no matter how small and pitiful your dreams are, no one will sympathize, no one will sympathize.

   Because you are just a demon.

   is a demon, so you can list the crimes at will.

   raised his head, he roared helplessly at the sky, roaring piercingly, just like the tiger he killed with his own hands, roaring in despair.

   "If you can only be yourself, why would you want to be someone else?" Yu Ding's voice echoed in his ears.

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

  From entering the water curtain cave, to going out to sea, to apprenticeship, step by step, he was just thinking about becoming the Monkey King in the Journey to the West. He even wanted to learn the way of the enlightened Tao.

   He is no longer himself.

   He is nothing but a prisoner in the book "Journey to the West".

   Thinking of changing his destiny wisely, but not knowing that he has pushed himself into a desperate situation step by step.

What about    traversers? Travelers, with the memory of these decades, can they play those old monsters who have lived for tens of thousands of years?

   The shackles of fate, he never broke free. No matter how hard you struggle, you just sink deeper and deeper.

   In the storm, he frantically waved the stick in his hand. No rules, no routines.

   wailed heartbreakingly, helplessly.

   That shrill voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

   Even if he has already reached the realm of accepting the gods, he is no different from the monkey at the time.

   Even if he learns the seventy-two transformations, what can he do? He was still the helpless monkey that only cried in the moonlit night.

   What did he use to fight Taishang Laojun?

  Yes, can't all this be changed?

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

   Until he exhausted his strength, the cloud-walking stick came out of his hands, and he lay helplessly on the ground in the rain.

  Torrential rain slapped on his back, and flowed down his cheeks along the fluff, mixed with tears, dripping drop by drop.

  He wept helplessly, gritted his teeth and wailed angrily, banging his fists on the sand and stones on the ground in vain, splashing rain, leaving deep pits one by one.

   There are already scars on the scraped fist.

   Until I can no longer use a shred of strength.

"Why...why...why is this...queer...my chick...where have you been...where have you been..." In the torrential rain, he stubbornly clutched the only remaining feather, covering his face. weep.

   Those shoulders shivered in the rain.

   From the beginning to the end, he was just the little monkey that Queer met in Huaguo Mountain, the monkey who was chased by the tiger and had nowhere to hide. He never changed.

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

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

"Who do you cry for? As long as you are still alive, there is hope." With a strong smile on her face, she bit her lip and said, "We are all the same, we have an invincible enemy. But , no matter how many years, there will come a day when we will defeat him!"

  Monkey slowly lowered his head and fell silent. For a long time, the two stayed silent in the rain, letting the downpour beat.

   "Yang Chan."

"Um."

   "Our deal...is it still valid?"

"certainly."

  …

  Ling Yunzi slumped in the rain, letting the cold rain beat, and the long hair that had been ruffled by the wind fell drop by drop, covering his face.

   stretched out his hand and took out a string of jade slips from his waist, clumsily selected one of them and stuck it to his mouth.

   "Master..." He opened his mouth slightly, but he paused again, and was silent for a long time in the rain, before shaking and whispering: "Junior brother... gone."

  …

   "Got it...let him go."

  One 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 to look at the rolling clouds in the sky, stroked his long beard and sighed slowly: "Yes, the sky has changed."

   Kunlun Mountains Vol. Finish