The Monkey King

In the deserted forest, the monkey walked slowly forward alone.

The slowly blowing night wind weighed down the mugwort and rolled up the fallen leaves, giving it a slight chill. Walking through the forest, there was a sound like the howling of an evil ghost.

The monkey just walked aimlessly and kept walking.

I don't know why, but the sky got darker and darker as we walked, and the stars in the sky and the crescent moon in the clouds were all missing. There seemed to be no trace of light between heaven and earth.

In the end, even the monkey's eyes could no longer see clearly the surrounding scenery.

"What's going on?" He rubbed his eyes in confusion, but he didn't seem to feel anything was wrong.

To be more precise, his mind had already been empty, so that all kinds of abnormalities failed to arouse his alertness.

Gradually, he felt a little drowsy and had to stop and rest with his hand on the golden hoop.

Suddenly, a black shadow passed in front of his eyes.

"Who!" The monkey was startled and instinctively picked up the golden cudgel.

However, in front of him, he could only see a few branches trembling slightly in the darkness, but nothing else.

After staring at that position for a long time, the monkey slowly relaxed and put down the golden cudgel.

"What's wrong with me? Where...am I?"

It was only then that he seemed to realize that all his external perceptions seemed to have failed.

He couldn't feel the fluctuations of spiritual power and spiritual energy, and without night vision, even his hearing seemed to only have a small range around him.

Just when he was confused for a while. A voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

"it's me."

"Who are you?"

"I am you."

"You are me, then who am I?"

"You...are nothing."

"Hehehe, I am nothing? There are not many people in the Three Realms who dare to say that about me."

The clouds in the sky slowly parted, and the moonlight illuminated the earth again.

Just ten feet ahead. A dark figure stood quietly, with its back to him.

In an instant, the monkey's feeling of powerlessness disappeared, and its perception of the outside world seemed to have recovered somewhat. But his perception of the person in front of him was still hazy.

The feeling was just like when I first realized the aura and spiritual power in Xianyue Sanxing Cave. Although I knew that the other party was there, I couldn't directly know the actual strength of the other party's spiritual power through perception.

Secretly he clenched the golden cudgel in his hand. The monkey whispered: "Who are you?"

"Do you really want to know?"

This time the sound didn't sound directly in the monkey's mind. But it was a real voice, but it was extremely hoarse and so unpleasant that it gave people goosebumps.

It was as if the man had not spoken in years.

"People from Buddhism, people from heaven, monsters, or people from Kunlun Mountain?"

"you guess."

"I don't like guessing. What I hate the most is doing charades."

Hear the words. The man chuckled, laughing out of breath.

"do we know each other?"

"know."

"Are you familiar?"

"Very familiar."

"Is there any holiday?"

The other party hesitated and sighed softly: "So... yes."

"If there is a holiday, we should tell it earlier. This will save us a lot of nonsense." The monkey has secretly mobilized his spiritual power and is ready to take action.

At this time, the dark clouds overhead slowly covered the crescent moon, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

The monkey's eyes could no longer clearly see the figure in front of him, but he could still pinpoint the opponent's specific position by feel.

"There is a festival, so you are planning to kill me?"

"Isn't this reason enough? Since we have already had our holidays. If I don't kill you, how can I keep you to cause trouble for me?"

"Yes... you are right. If you want me, I will do the same thing as you. But, are you sure you can beat me?"

Hearing this, the monkey burst into laughter.

In this world, there seems to be only one Tathagata left who can say this to monkeys. pity. There are obvious fluctuations in spiritual energy in this person, and it can almost be concluded that he is from a Taoist sect, and he must be cultivating the Taoist Tao.

After a brief silence, the other party let out a "whoosh" and flew forward at an extremely fast speed.

Almost at the same time, the monkey chased after him without thinking, picked up the golden hoop and smashed it.

However, this heavy blow was in vain.

The tumbling stone debris rushed toward his face, and for a moment, the monkey was stunned.

The opponent did not dodge the blow. To be precise, the opponent used the simplest speed to instantly widen the distance between him and the monkey, so that the monkey's blow missed.

For the most fearsome warriors on the battlefield, they often have one thing in common, that is, their hands move faster than their brains. More often than not, they rely on intuition and instinct to fight.

Without any hesitation, the monkey quickly accelerated its speed. However, the opponent's speed is also increasing.

In the darkness, the two of them were chasing each other. No one knows how many rocks the monkey smashed, how many giant trees it smashed, and how many woods it overturned... But no matter what, the monkey couldn't catch up. The other party couldn't even touch a single hair of the other party... because the other party was as fast as him!

This made the monkey feel very unhappy.

After so many years, except for the rootless Tathagata, no one can compete with him in speed.

In desperation, the monkey shouted: "Long——!"

The golden cudgel suddenly stretched out and roared towards the opponent.

"when!"

There was a sharp sound, and the monkey could clearly feel that his golden cudgel hit something hard.

Immediately afterwards, the opponent counterattacked.

Relying on the perception of spiritual power fluctuations, although the monkey cannot see it, it can clearly find the direction of the opponent's attack.

The golden cudgel in his hand quickly returned to defense and steadily received the opponent's blow. Under this blow, the monkey's hand actually trembled.

Who is this?

Is there such a powerful practitioner in the world?

The ever-changing battle situation no longer allows monkeys to dwell on it. He rolled over and hit the opponent with three sticks, all of which were caught firmly. Immediately afterwards, the opponent counterattacked with three more moves, but the monkey received them steadily.

The two sides fought fiercely back and forth. Caught in a stalemate.

Gradually, the monkey's perception became clearer and clearer. But as his sensory abilities recovered bit by bit, he became increasingly frightened.

He could clearly feel that the other party's cultivation level was actually the same as his own, the peak of Daluo Hunyuan Great Immortal, and he also used a stick, a stick that could be retracted and retracted like the golden hoop in his hand... the same practitioner. road. the same. There is only a door to death, no door to life.

It feels like you're fighting against yourself... What's going on?

Under the heavy impact, the two sides bounced away and faced each other in the air. No one took the lead.

The clouds in the sky slowly parted again, and the moonlight shone down.

A furry face slowly appeared in front of the monkey...

…

His eyes suddenly widened. The monkey jumped up.

The soft moonlight, the slightly twinkling stars, the wind blowing slowly by, and the woods making a rustling sound.

The canopy next to the campfire looked at him with some confusion.

Looking around, the monkey found that the rest of the people were lying not far away.

The little white dragon stretched out his hand to scratch his face in his sleep, and the black bear spirit's snoring sound was like thunder...

"Is it...a dream?"

With a plop, the monkey slumped down as if all its strength had been taken away, staring blankly at his open hands.

Only then did he realize that he was sweating profusely.

"What?" Canpeng used the branches in his hands to stir up the bonfire twice, and sighed softly: "You also have nightmares?"

The monkey stretched out his hand and rubbed his face. Still sitting slumped.

Nightmare?

How long has it been since he had a dream?

Probably... I have never had a dream since I came out from the foot of Five Elements Mountain.

The higher the cultivation level of a person who cultivates immortality, the less sleep time he needs. When your cultivation has reached the level of a monkey, let alone dreaming, you basically don’t even need to sleep anymore.

When he was at the foot of Five Elements Mountain, he wanted to sleep to pass the time. Only when all defenses are removed can dreaming be possible. After coming out from the foot of Five Elements Mountain, he was extremely wary all the way westward. Not to mention dreaming, even sleeping is impossible. But in the past month, because of Yang Chan's incident, he had been restless every day, and his mental state had deteriorated day by day, so he lay down tonight and prepared to take a nap. Unexpectedly, after squinting, I actually fell asleep and had a nightmare.

What's going on?

He slowly stood up on his knees and walked step by step towards the sleeping Xuanzang.

"What's wrong?" Tianpeng asked.

The monkey didn't answer.

He gently held Xuanzang's pulse gate, injected a bit of spiritual power into his body, and then withdrew the spiritual power after making sure that he was safe and sound.

"What happened?"

The monkey shook his head, turned around, walked to the canopy and sat down step by step, and said: "I actually fell asleep... I thought I was caught in some trick."

"Isn't it nice to be asleep? It's rare to get some sleep." Tianpeng turned around and glanced at everyone, and said: "Every time we watch the night, we take turns, but you are like this every day. Hey, it's your turn to take a nap. ”

The monkey stared down at the bonfire, entranced.

A monkey that looks exactly like me...a six-eared macaque?

Seeing the monkey's face looking a little ugly, Tianpeng asked softly: "Did you dream about... Yang Chan?"

"no."

"Did you dream of Tathagata Buddha?"

The monkey shook his head.

"Then what else could scare you like this?"

"Anyway, it's just something bad." The monkey looked towards the west and said, "We should be able to reach Chechi Country tomorrow. After I send you there, I will go to the underworld for a trip. I have a feeling there might be some trouble over there, but you guys should be able to handle it."

"Don't worry, we can do it ourselves." After saying that, Tianpeng took out a jade slip from his waist and rubbed it in his hand: "If I really can't survive, I will call you for help."

The monkey glanced sideways at the canopy and said softly: "Remember, if you feel the slightest bit wrong, notify me immediately. Don't hesitate."

"Don't worry." (To be continued ~^~)

PS: It’s almost five o’clock. I drank a small cup during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but my stomach became uncomfortable and the pain lasted for several hours... However, I eventually recovered. The author has many faults. I didn’t believe it before, but now I do.