The Monkey King

Seeing the dumbfounded look of Feng Chime, both Tongzi and Xian'e were stunned.

"Miss Wind Chime...you, what's wrong with you?"

"No." Feng Ling forced a smile, lowered his head and pursed his lips and said, "Let's go see her first."

"Go to see her first? There's no need for this. You settle down first, and we'll talk about meeting her later. Besides, she wants to see you, so it's not too much to let her come by herself." As he said this, the boy curled his lips and looked at Xian'e. He glanced at her and said, "You are different from us. You don't have to be so accommodating to her."

"No." Feng Ling shook his head, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "I want to see her."

Looking at Feng Chime's smile, Xian'e was stunned for a while.

After a moment's hesitation, she looked at the boy and whispered: "Since Miss Fengchi also wants to see her... Otherwise, let's meet first."

The boy could only nod his head.

Following the two of them, Feng Chime walked all the way towards the stone pavilion. The distance was only fifty feet, but she felt like she had walked for a long time. Every step I take is sour and soft.

This is a feeling I've never felt before.

Is that really the "queer"?

If so, why is she here?

She recalled the monkey's words telling her to stay away from the Supreme Being, and what the Supreme Being said to her at the beach: "I hope you won't blame me in the future."

She felt like her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't breathe.

In any case, when she saw the girl who looked to be only about ten years old in the stone pavilion, she still put on a polite smile.

At this moment, she undoubtedly hated herself. Why do you have to put on a smile when your heart is obviously bleeding?

"Are you new here?" Seeing the wind chime, Queer stretched his head and asked.

"Yes, my name is Feng Chime." He said. Wind chimes blessing the body to salute.

"Forgive me." Que'er stood up and said.

Feng Chime stood up slowly and asked anxiously: "Are you Canary?"

"Can you tell?" Que'er asked with a smile.

That smile is as warm as the sunshine in spring.

There is no doubt about it.

The wind chime feels that the wind is laughing, the branches are laughing, and the whole world is laughing with her, like congratulations. But only myself is missing.

The breathing gradually became a little faster.

She reached up and covered her chest.

"What's wrong with you?" Que'er asked, tilting her head.

"It's nothing." Feng Ling managed to squeeze out a smile: "I'm feeling a little unwell."

She lied.

The hand covering his chest couldn't help but tighten his clothes.

Perhaps she has never hated herself so much since she was born.

She lowered her head, her expression filled with unconcealable pain.

The pain was real and came from her heart.

She knew that one day the bird would return to the monkey, and she always thought that on that day she would be happy for the monkey from the bottom of her heart, and then continue to follow the monkey silently as she did now.

But she was wrong. She actually can't do it. The heart gave the answer honestly.

"The old gentleman knows everything, but...but why does he still want me to see her here?"

Wind Chime couldn't figure it out.

She opened her mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but found that she couldn't say a word. He had no choice but to bow, turn around and leave.

The boy quickly chased after him.

Looking at the figure hurriedly away, Que'er looked confused.

"What's wrong with her? Is she sick? By the way. She just called herself 'I' instead of 'maid' like you."

"Because she is not a 'maid', but a guest here."

"Guest? The old man's guest?"

"kindness."

"Then should I bring some elixirs to visit her?" Que'er thought.

…

The boy rushed into the room, and Feng Ling quickly lowered his head and wiped the tears from his eyes with a handkerchief.

"Miss Fengchime, what's wrong with you?" The boy crouched down and looked up.

Feng Ling hurriedly turned his face to the other side: "I'm fine... I'm just a little uncomfortable."

"Do you want me to get some elixirs? You're welcome. There's nothing else here. There are plenty of elixirs. And the master has told me in advance. Even if you want golden elixirs, I'll give them to you."

"It's really not necessary." Feng Ling blinked his red eyes and said.

The boy couldn't help but frowned: "That Miss Que'er has a bit of a tricky temper, but she didn't do anything just now."

"It's none of her business. It's my own problem."

"Your own problem?" The boy sighed.

"Stop asking, okay?" Feng Chime kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm down his emotions.

"Okay, you said you won't ask anymore, how can I ask?"

After staying like this quietly for a long time, Feng Ling asked cautiously: "How long has she, Miss Que'er, been here?"

"It won't be long, just a few months."

"A few months ago...Did the old gentleman say why he let her here?"

"Master didn't say anything. But he taught her to read and practice calligraphy every day, and he paid great attention to it."

"Every day?" Feng Chime hesitated.

The boy shook his head and thought for a while, then replied: "Sometimes every other day, sometimes every day, it mainly depends on whether the master is free. Anyway, she is much more diligent than teaching us, and all the brothers are envious of her. However, she We still don’t know that she is in Tushita Palace, that this is the Heavenly Palace, and that the master is the Supreme Laojun. The master doesn’t allow us to tell her.”

"You are not allowed to tell her?" Feng Ling couldn't help but become more confused.

"Yes." The boy nodded and said, "That's what the master told me. But you can't say it even if the master didn't tell me. If you want to say it, I won't stop you."

Staring at the wind chime quietly, the boy asked in a low voice: "Do you want to say it?"

The wind chime was slightly startled.

"Do you want to say it?"

Before Feng Chie could think clearly, the door was gently pushed open, and the sound of a bird came from outside the door.

"Are you feeling better? I brought you some elixirs. I didn't know what your condition was, so I had to bring them all. But don't worry, this kid can diagnose." Que'er pointed at the boy with his free hand holding the plate. road.

Hearing the name "boy", the boy suddenly felt a little unhappy.

Looking at the bottles and cans on the plate, Feng Ling forced a smile on his face: "Thank you, I'm fine."

"Are you okay? I just saw that you looked in pain."

"It's okay now."

"It's okay. If you tell me, you won't be afraid even if it's a difficult disease. The old man can even be resurrected, why are you afraid of a minor illness?" After saying that, Que'er chuckled.

Feng Ling's heart couldn't help but be filled with mist.

After laughing, Queer asked in a low voice: "Are you really okay?"

"It's really okay." Feng Chime said.

"Since you said so, I won't force you." Que'er put the plate in her hand on the table, lifted up her skirt and sat next to the wind chime, and asked softly: "Sister, where do you come from? "

"Where did it come from?" Several answers came to Feng Ling's mind: Beiju Luzhou, Xianyue Sanxing Cave, Huaguo Mountain, and Pantaoyuan. But she just stood there blankly, staring at the bird without answering.

"You must also be a cultivator, right? Who is your master?" Que'er asked again.

The wind chime still didn't answer, and the boy's words kept repeating in his mind - "She doesn't know anything."

Seeing that Feng Chime was silent, Que'er simply asked: "Do you know the Xie Yue Sanxing Cave in Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai, Hezhou, Xiniu?"

"Never heard of it." Wind Chime replied.

…

That night, the wind chime lay on the couch, tossing and turning, tightly holding the jade slip that the monkey had given her before they left. She would put it to her lips from time to time, but she could never muster the courage to use it.

"Have not heard."

When he said this, Feng Ling's hands were trembling slightly, and there was only two words left in his heart - "jealousy".

She knew that she was really jealous, jealous of this bird, jealous of this little girl with a smile as bright as the sun, jealous that she and the monkey were a perfect match.

The figure of the monkey appeared in my mind unconsciously, the stubborn figure kneeling in front of the vermilion door. Reminds me of Monkey's words: "If anyone dares to bully Wind Chime, I will beat him to a pulp."

Tears fell like a bursting dam, wetting the pillow.

The wind from the 33rd layer of heaven swept through the gaps in the window lattice, bringing with it a slight chill.

Holding the jade slip tightly, she covered her lips and hid in the quilt alone, sobbing.

"Master is right, Feng Ling shouldn't go to Huaguo Mountain at all. But...Master, what should Feng Ling do now..."

At this moment, all Feng Ling could think about was the master who raised her.

That night, a lonely figure in a foreign land stayed up all night. (To be continued ~^~)

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