The Monkey King

In the sky, Subhuti held a fly whisk in his hand and flew towards Huashan with an expressionless face, secretly accelerating.

No raging air currents, no clouds giving way.

Unlike the monkey, his breath was as gentle as a clear spring.

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In the small town, Liu Yanchang had just returned from private school.

Pushing open the door, he sat on the couch and stared at the small quilt in the corner that had already been put away with some disappointment.

A long sigh.

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In the underworld, in the small attic, a ghost servant bowed slightly to Ksitigarbha: "World Honored One, Patriarch Subhuti has left the Xianyue Sanxing Cave. Looking at the direction, it is time to go to Mount Huashan."

"Oh?" Ksitigarbha put down the bamboo slips in his hand and smiled slightly.

"Do you want to go?" Zhengfa Ming Tathagata asked softly.

Ksitigarbha slowly shook his head and said, "Let's try another way."

"Another way?" Zhengfa Ming Tathagata looked confused.

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In the main hall, Monkey opened his eyes wide and looked at Queer and Yu Yi.

"Do you think it will be like that?"

The eyes were mixed with expectation and anxiety at the same time, making Yu Yidu frown.

It felt as if the person in front of me was not the once-all-powerful Monkey King and the King of Demons, but a tangled child.

In this world, some people seem to be strong, see through everything, and are aloof, but in fact, they are just weak spots that have not been hit.

Que'er seemed to have gradually realized something. She silently lowered her head and took a sip of tea.

"How about it, don't keep talking. Do you think... could it be that his father lied to him?" The monkey stretched his neck, hoping to hear even a little advice.

The two people present quietly looked at each other, and Yu Yi smiled awkwardly and said: "Uncle Wukong, you ask us, how do we know? Since uncle still has doubts, why not check it out? Search the underworld In the book of life and death, doesn’t everything become clear?”

After saying that, Yu Yi spread his hands.

Monkey was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the expressions of the two of them were a little strange. Then he realized that he had lost his composure and quickly calmed down.

Lowering his head and taking a deep breath, he waved his hand and said: "I have already been to the underworld. I just came here because I couldn't find out. If not, I don't want to see that so-called junior sister."

Que'er covered her lips and smiled lightly, saying: "Sister Qingxin...it seems she didn't do anything wrong. I wonder why the Great Sage, as a senior brother, is so angry."

"Because I hate her." Monkey glanced at Que'er and said, "Anyway, I hate her when I see her. I hate people who don't know anything and just meddle in other people's business. They are so weak that they don't know how high the sky is."

"Maybe... the Great Sage misunderstood her?"

"What's the misunderstanding?"

"For example...she actually knows everything, even more than the Great Sage."

Say this. The monkey hesitated slightly, and the expression on his face softened slightly.

This bird was originally a substitute for another bird. This monkey is very clear. Now that the bird is working in the Tusita Palace, the monkey also knows it.

Could it be that after staying in Tushita Palace for a long time, I also learned the trick of saying something with words?

However, what words can be hidden in this?

A pair of eyes rolled around several times, but the monkey couldn't think of a reason. He said casually: "Does she look like she knows everything? Even if she does, it's none of my business. Do you still have to work hard to understand it?" No? I don’t have the time. If you hate me, I hate you, and we won’t interact with each other forever. Just think of it as... it was a grudge made in the previous life, and the horoscopes in this life are not compatible. "

The grudges I had in my previous life...

Queer lowered his head to sip the tea and stopped talking.

Turning his head, the monkey said to Yu Yi: "I remember that when I entered the temple before, I had to write down some of the past. Is this still the case now?"

"Of course it is. Xianyue Sanxing Cave does not accept people of unknown origin. This rule has not changed for thousands of years."

"Show me Chen Xiang's paper. His original address should be on it."

Yu Yi nodded and turned to go get it.

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The gray roofs gathered together look like a piece of scale embedded in the plain. The surrounding hills are full of terraces, and farmers are busy walking together in twos and threes.

After the clouds and mist hit his face, the mountain town finally appeared in front of Subhuti's eyes. The whole scene was quiet and peaceful.

I saw Subhuti pinching his hands in the air, and the figure quickly faded away and turned into a translucent form, like a ghost that could not be noticed unless you look carefully.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his flying height and silently walked through the town, a dark light flashing slightly in his old eyes.

In just a moment, he had found Liu Yanchang's address. From beginning to end, no one in the streets even noticed anything unusual.

Falling quietly into the courtyard, Subhuti appeared, shook his fly whisk, and walked quickly towards the room where Liu Yanchang was.

With a flick of his hand, the door opened automatically with a "bang".

Liu Yanchang in the room stood up in shock. But before he could open his mouth to speak, Subhuti had already stretched out his hand. Liu Yanchang leaned slightly, lost consciousness, and fell on the couch with a "thud".

Subhuti seemed quite satisfied with this result.

He nodded silently and started to walk towards Liu Yanchang, but at this moment, the raised leg stopped in mid-air.

After a brief silence, he slowly took his feet back and turned around.

Behind him, a phantom stood at the door of the room—Ksitigarbha!

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Holding Agarwood's scroll, the monkey rushed out of the hall, jumped up, turned into a golden light and rushed towards Huashan Mountain.

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In Liu Yanchang's room, Ksitigarbha and Subhuti looked at each other.

Ksitigarbha had a smile on his face, but Subhuti's eyes had slowly narrowed into a slit.

After a long time, Subhuti rubbed his sleeves and sighed softly: "Buddhism's current strength is really becoming more and more fearful. It is true. The next generation is to be feared."

"I dare not take it seriously." The phantom of Ksitigarbha put his hands together and bowed slightly, bowing respectfully to Subhuti.

"What's wrong?" Looking at Ksitigarbha, Subhuti chuckled softly: "If it's fast, it's fast, if it's slow, it's slow. I thought I was the first to notice it, but I didn't expect that the Buddha had already taken the lead. . It’s true that the future generations are to be feared.”

"This matter is buried very deep. It is not surprising that the Patriarch was a step late. As for the poor monk, it was just a fluke. It is meaningless to be one step ahead. The words 'the next life is to be feared' are really unworthy of it." Ksitigarbha He bowed and saluted again. He raised his head and said, "The Patriarch wants to modify this scholar's memory, right? Change his memory to say that he fell in love with the Third Holy Mother and gave birth to Agarwood."

Subhuti looked at Ksitigarbha meaningfully, his eyes slowly narrowed into a slit, but he said nothing.

Seeing this, Ksitigarbha said without expression: "In the whole world, the poor monk admires you the most. Apart from the Tathagata, I count you, Patriarch Subhuti."

"Oh?" Subhuti was stunned for a moment, looked at Ksitigarbha without expression and said, "How can I be worthy enough to receive this honor?"

"Despite the heavy pressure from Taoism, Heavenly Court, and Buddhism, to lend a helping hand to Jin Chanzi for the sake of the common people can be said to be the most virtuous. Eight hundred years of planning, taking advantage of the plan, and taking advantage of the trend. Four or two thousand pounds are used to lay out the overall situation of this journey to the west. Now that we are in the game. , but stayed out of the matter. For eight hundred years, in the Three Realms, except for you, the Patriarch, who else’s hands are not stained with blood? This is possible." Looking at Subhuti, Ksitigarbha smiled lightly and said: "Even traveling to the west You have already thought about how to appease your disciple. Keeping him away from the domineering Yang Chan and arranging another stable home is indeed a good way. In this world, when it comes to Buddhism, the most important one is the Tathagata of the West. When it comes to wisdom, virtue, and ability, it must be you, Patriarch Subhuti."

Hearing this, Subhuti immediately laughed out loud.

He stroked his long beard and brushed his sleeves and said: "Buddha is too highly praised. I am just an old man who lives in confusion. Please do not say these words to others, so as not to make others laugh."

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At this time, in the sky, monkeys were roaring towards here along the path Subhuti had walked before at a very fast speed.

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Glancing at the western sky, Subhuti changed his tone and said, "Let's get down to business. The Buddha appears here. Isn't he just here to express his admiration to me?"

"That's not true."

"Then." Subhuti pointed at Liu Yanchang who was lying beside him and said, "Is it possible that the Buddha wants to stop me? My disciple will never enter my door unless he has no choice. Since he has already gone to the Xianyue Sanxing Cave, You must have been to the Palace of Life and Death and checked the Book of Life and Death, right?"

Ksitigarbha shook his head slowly and said, "The poor monk is here to persuade the Patriarch."

"Persuade me?" Subhuti smiled faintly, seemingly unconcerned, but his hands couldn't help but tighten again and again.

For him, time is running out.

"Yes." Ksitigarbha nodded and said: "The book of life and death in the underworld has been torn up by the poor monk. Naturally, he can't find anything. The poor monk doesn't have to hinder the Bodhi Patriarch. Let the monkey head be white. It is not good for the poor monk to have some misunderstandings. It's just...it's up to you to get rid of the pain of the monkey head. The founder has done enough. Next, whether you can achieve enlightenment or not, let it take its course. Once that happens After that, even if the poor monk doesn't take action, someone will naturally take action."

Looking at Ksitigarbha, Subhuti's brows trembled slightly, and the hands hidden in his sleeves slowly tightened.

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A moment later, a golden light fell silently from the sky.

The moment he saw Ksitigarbha's shadow, the monkey was completely stunned.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

He instantly held the golden hoop in his hand, glared at Ksitigarbha and said, "Why are you here?"

Ksitigarbha smiled lightly and looked aside.

Following Ksitigarbha's gaze, the monkey saw the ajar door.

The next moment, he rushed into the room and saw Liu Yanchang who was still unconscious.

"What do you mean? What did you do to him?" the monkey roared violently.

Ksitigarbha smiled faintly again, looked at the monkey and spread his hands and said, "The poor monk said he didn't do anything. Does the Great Sage believe it?"

The corners of Monkey's eyes twitched slightly.

A breeze blew slowly by, and the shadow slowly dissipated.

"Don't run away——!" The monkey raised the golden cudgel and threw it at Ksitigarbha without thinking, but missed.

"Look up the book of life and death, look up the moon tree, look for this, look for that. Great Sage, you seem to have been doing this kind of thing for these eight hundred years. This is not at all like your master who is decisive, foresighted and prepared for rainy days. ." In the breeze, the shadow of Ksitigarbha disappeared without a trace, leaving only a voice echoing in the monkey's mind: "Listen to the poor monk. In fact, everything may be fake. It's all possible to be true. The key is what you believe and what you don't believe... Otherwise, by the time you figure everything out, your heart will no longer be clear." (To be continued~^~ )

PS: Sorry... the ticket has been delayed again. Turtle really didn’t mean it. The more I write, the harder it gets. However, just make sure you won’t be a eunuch.