The Monkey King

Located in a small courtyard on the mountainside, Yu Yi was walking slowly along the corridor wearing a blue-purple Taoist robe.

Compared with more than 600 years ago, although his appearance remains the same, he already looks much older. Not only has he grown a long beard, but his entire face also looks like a mortal in his forties or fifties, giving him the air of a top-grade earthly immortal.

After a while, he came to a small attic.

In the open door, Subhuti was facing away from Yu Yi, stroking his long beard and thinking hard in front of the chessboard. From time to time, he would open his sleeves and play a chess piece, then turn around and pick up another chess piece.

"Master." Yu Yi bowed and cupped his hands and said: "The people at Wuzhuang Temple said that Uncle Qingxin and Junior Sister Yuxuan left long ago, but they haven't come back yet. Do you need disciples to go out and look for them?"

Subhuti looked back at Yu Yi and then continued to stare at the chessboard. He said casually: "It's only normal that she hasn't come back. It's rare for her to go out alone. She must be having fun. She went for a stroll somewhere. Don't worry about her." .If you have enough fun, you will come back naturally."

"But, Master Qingxin almost never goes out alone, is it okay?"

"Isn't there still Yuxuan here?"

"this……"

Subhuti turned around and looked at Yu Yida: "There's nothing to worry about. Just go ahead and do what you have to do."

Yu Yi hesitated for a moment, then nodded and backed away.

…

Tens of thousands of miles away, the small village became lively with the arrival of Qingxin and Yuxuan, and everyone worshiped them as if they were living gods.

Many villagers heard that they wanted to stay overnight. He immediately went home to kill chickens and sheep, preparing to entertain the two gods. Suddenly, the small courtyard of the host's house was filled with all kinds of gifts.

Some sick villagers even lined up to seek treatment from the "fairy".

At this moment, Qingxin felt as if she had stung a hornet's nest and was so busy that she was dizzy. Yu Xuan looked at the mess and sighed.

"Don't you think about it before you do something?"

I was busy until sunset.

The old man finally drove all the villagers back, closed the door, but bowed and kowtowed to the two of them, which made Qingxin extremely embarrassed.

After supporting and persuading for a long time, they finally "invited" the old farmer mother and son back to the house and closed the door Qingxin. They collapsed on the couch prepared for them and collapsed for a while.

Yuxuan stood aside with her hands folded and watched quietly. After a long while, he said softly: "You are asking for trouble. I told you not to enter this village. Since you have chosen to cultivate immortality, you should not have too much contact with mortals. After all, we are from two worlds."

"I didn't choose to become an immortal myself. Besides, what does it matter?" Qingxin chuckled as she lay on the pillow. The sound was as clear and sweet as a silver bell. He sighed and said, "I'm a little tired, but don't you think they are all happy?"

"Of course they are happy. There is a 'living god' standing here to give them whatever they want." Holding the white bottle and shaking it, Yu Xuan took off the lid and leaned over to take a deep sniff, and sighed softly: "And , he is still a 'living god' who gives away golden elixirs casually, let alone them, I am also happy."

"Why don't you just be happy? Why worry so much?" Qingxin turned over and lay on her back with her arms as pillow.

A pair of watery eyes looked around wanderingly.

This is just a dilapidated thatched house. Although the villagers have brought out almost all the best things from their homes and piled them here, let alone Tushita Palace, even the Xianyue Sanxing Cave, which has always been bland, is completely different.

In Yuxuan's words, this is simply not a place where a monk can live.

But no matter what she was about, Qingxin was always so interested. In the blink of an eye, she reached for a small wooden carving to play with, and said happily: "What do you think this is?"

"Maybe a wolf."

"No. How come a wolf's ears are round?"

"Perhaps it was carved randomly, and it's not certain that any villager would have dreamed about it." Yuxuan sat on the couch and couldn't help but said: "Uncle Master, do you really not know how precious those golden elixirs are? According to it? As far as I know, there are only a handful of generals in heaven who can receive golden elixirs. Why didn’t I know you were such a prodigal before?"

"Of course I know how precious the golden elixir is." Qingxin turned around and lay down on the couch, staring at the strange wood carving carefully. Her brows couldn't help but frown, and she held her chin and said: "But I only have this on me. .Besides, can you grow meat if you eat too much of the golden elixir? I have already eaten a lot, and there is no point in eating it again. The master usually doesn't give it away casually, because he is afraid that a bunch of people will look like flies all day long. They also go around Tusita Palace to ask for things from him."

"Even if you don't need it, you shouldn't just give it to someone like this, right?"

"If it were up to Yuxuan, and you saw that the mother who took our grandpa in was old and sick, and you could easily solve his problems, would you turn a blind eye because the golden elixir is precious?"

At this question, Yuxuan was immediately stunned, her face turned red and she said, "Everyone is born, old, sick, and dies. These are the rules. What's there to lament?"

"This is all an excuse for inaction, right?"

"There are so many people suffering in the world, who can you help?"

"I can help those I see, but there's nothing I can do for those I don't see. But for those I see, it can be done with a little effort, so why not?"

"But...what's the point of this?"

Qingxin glanced at Yuxuan lightly, and said with a smile: "What I gave was something I didn't need at all. What they got was an unexpected gift for them, and what they gave me was hair." A smile from the heart. Do you think this is bad?"

Lowering her head, Qingxin still carefully looked at the wooden carving in her hand, but Yuxuan had been silenced by these words.

After a long time, she could only sigh softly: "I really lost to you. Fortunately, you have two masters. No matter how hard you try, you can't lose all their wealth."

…

"This disciple of Lao Jun..." In the dark room, the two monks looked at each other and said, "It's too naive. The road to immortality is long. With such a character, if it weren't for Subhuti and Lao Jun, I'm afraid she will be eliminated early. What do Subhuti and Laojun like about her?"

Manjusri smiled faintly, stared out of the window and said meaningfully: "Some things are about opportunities. There is nothing wrong with being naive, otherwise we would not use her as a breakthrough point. This is also an opportunity."

…

At this time, in the room, Qingxin simply moved all the small items sent by the villagers under the oil lamp, and looked at them carefully one by one by the light, with his eyes like a child looking at his new toy. He chatted with Yuxuan word by word.

"This vase is in good condition. I want to take it back and give it to the master."

"What's so good about this broken bottle? Will Laojun be so rare about this kind of thing?"

"He will definitely like it. Last time I gave him a straw doll and he was very happy."

"He is trying to make you happy, right? Such things are everywhere in the world."

"Rare things are not necessarily precious, nor are they necessarily good things. The most important thing is that they suit one's heart." Looking back at Yuxuan, Qingxin pouted and asked, "Aren't you still struggling with the golden elixir?"

"How can I not be confused?" Yuxuan asked.

"Okay, don't think so much. Life is a long road, and it's so tiring to think about these things all the time." Qingxin covered her mouth and laughed. He said: "Come here and help me choose a gift. When I go back this time, the two old men will definitely talk about me, and I have to find something to stop them."

Yuxuan's brows slowly relaxed, and she sighed softly: "It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuch is, and it's not my golden elixir. Why am I struggling?"

With that said, she walked over unsteadily, accompanied Qingxin and started to pick up the gifts.

…

The two monks in the hut slowly looked towards Samantabhadra, and one of them asked in a low voice: "Master, are you just going to let them play around like this?"

Pu Xian slowly raised his head. He stroked his chin and said: "Next... we have to find a way to gain their trust. I'm afraid we can't rely on the transformed villagers. Can we do it?"

As he spoke, Puxian slowly looked towards one of his disciples.

The disciple immediately frowned slightly, glanced through the window lattice at the house where Qing Xin was, clasped his hands together and said, "Disciple, you will definitely live up to your master's instructions."

As he spoke, he transformed into a young villager wearing light blue ragged cloth. Opening the wooden door, taking advantage of the moonlight, I walked along the field path towards the house with the oil lamp burning in the distance.

Looking at the disciple who was gradually retreating, Puxian's eyes slowly narrowed into a slit in front of the window, and he said leisurely: "I just planted a few spies...Subhuti, Subhuti, why did you show up?" Such a big tail?”

Step by step towards the house with the oil lamp lit, the monk who transformed into a villager couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He turned his hands and transformed into a plate in his hand, which contained a small box.

Slowly coming to the door of the room, he swallowed dryly, put on a simple and slightly flattering expression, and reached out to knock on the door.

"Are the two gods asleep? The younger one has a gift that he wants to give to the two gods."

The door slowly opened a crack.

However, the next moment, Pu Xian, the monk who transformed into a villager, and his other disciple standing behind Pu Xian couldn't help but open their eyes wide.

Along the crack in the door, an unsheathed sword flashed with cold light, stretched out with lightning speed, and instantly pressed against the monk's throat.

Immediately afterwards, the door was completely pushed open.

In the light of the oil lamp, Qingxin held her sword and looked at the monk coldly. Behind her, Yuxuan also showed her disc-shaped magic weapon and watched the monk outside the door warily.

"Two gods...what are you..."

"You're not the mastermind, right?" Looking at the other party, Qingxin smiled slowly: "You have to pay a price for deceiving my feelings."

Before he finished speaking, a golden light flashed from Qingxin's body. In an instant, the house turned into a big tree, and the villagers turned into animals in the forest and struggled to escape.

The illusion was forcibly lifted.

Under the moonlight, Qingxin held the sword with a little force, holding it against the monk's throat, and turned her face to look at Samantabhadra standing in the distance.

He raised his head and said softly, "It turns out to be Samantabhadra. Why didn't he study Buddhism at Lingshan Mountain and come here instead?"

After being stunned for a while, Puxian slowly clapped his hands: "Beautiful, how did you... see through this?"

Looking at Puxian, Qingxin said calmly: "Among the things given to me, there are several specialties that are not Xiniu Hezhou." (To be continued ~^~)