The Monkey King

The next day, just as Subhuti expected, Qingyunzi stayed behind closed doors.

There is no one to preside over morning recitations, no one to hold various daily sutra meetings, and no one to take care of Taoist temple chores.

All the Taoist disciples were at a loss as to what to do, and Subhuti didn't even care. He just said that the person who would take over the reins would arrive soon, so be patient and don't be impatient.

For several days, all affairs in the Taoist temple could not be carried out, and the Taoist disciples' resentment against the monkey became even deeper.

The monkey didn't care about this at first. After all, he didn't listen to the lectures, and most of the affairs in the temple had nothing to do with him. Even if the kitchen was closed, he could just pick a few wild fruits from the back mountain.

A monkey, a small nest, how big a deal is it?

On the contrary, Qingyunzi's staying at home made him feel less scrupulous about sneaking into the Sutra Pavilion in the future.

As for the wind chime, he was in a very good mood. He thought that now that he had confirmed Subhuti's attitude, the heavy burden in his heart was relieved. At noon on the third day, he carried the food court and hummed a tune to deliver food to the monkeys.

Could it be that Qingyunzi is no longer busy and the kitchen is providing lunch instead? Monkey asked doubtfully.

Go, go, go, what kind of kitchen is provided? Uncle Qingyun doesn't care, and no one is taking care of the affairs in the temple. Maybe there won't even be food in a few days. After saying that, Feng Ling put the food pavilion on the ground. He chuckled and said, This is the cooking made by this girl myself.

Yo! The monkey quickly dropped the bamboo slip in his hand and jumped down from the introspection stone. He reached out to grab it, but was slapped away by the wind chime.

I'll do it. Wind Chime smiled and held the lid with both hands: Dang-dang-dang-dang! Look! Do you like it?

Isn't this...just fruit? Monkey said expressionlessly, What kind of cooking is this?

In the food court, there is just a fruit platter, which is cut up at best.

Don't monkeys love fruits the most? Feng Chime frowned and pouted.

Forget it, it's a sincere wish anyway. The monkey shook his head, reached out and grabbed a piece of apple and stuffed it into his mouth.

The master of the wind chime is Subhuti's first disciple, Qing Fengzi. Qingfengzi only has four disciples in total. The wind chime is the smallest, and he is the only one who is still in the temple. In view of the extremely high status of Qingfengzi in the temple, the status of Fengchi is naturally not low.

On weekdays, when I have doubts about my homework, I usually consult Subhuti directly. After all, I am a direct disciple of another generation.

Except for Subhuti, no one dared to send this little girl. The fruit platter she made was really not something everyone could eat.

Hey, let's be clear, what does 'forget it' mean? You don't have to eat if you don't want to! Feng Ling puffed his lips and puffed.

The monkey chewed the fruit, quickly took the food court aside, and asked, Why is it so empty today?

Feng Ling flattened his mouth: Uncle Qingyun stopped giving lectures, the temple was in a mess, Master didn't go out, and I had nothing to do. But you have to be careful, I heard that some older brothers wanted to beat you.

Ah? The monkey was stunned for a moment: A member of Qingyunzi's sect?

No. Uncle Qingyun has been locked up for three days. I heard that no one was seen, and even the food delivery person was kicked out. Fortunately, his cultivation has reached the realm of transforming into a spirit and entering the void. Although he has entered for the first time, But there is no need to worry about him. Seeing the monkey eating with gusto, Feng Chime smiled and held his cheek and asked: How is it? Is my cooking delicious?

Just when the monkey was about to quarrel with her, a voice suddenly sounded: Hahahaha, our fourth princess can also cook. It's really rare.

The monkey and the wind chime were startled at first and looked around quickly.

This voice seemed to come directly from my mind. It had no origin and it was hard to tell where it came from.

After a while, there was an eagle cry, and an eagle swooped down from the sky, transformed into a human form in the sky, raised its sleeves in the wind, and slowly landed on the ground.

The person who came was a handsome-looking man with a tall build, wearing a tight-fitting black casual Taoist robe, with a strange strand of white hair in the middle of his bun.

Seeing the visitor, Feng Ling was overjoyed at first, and then quickly stood at attention and saluted: Feng Ling pays homage to Senior Brother Yue Chao!

Yue Chao looked at the wind chime and asked with a smile on his face: How come you are so informal when you are with your senior uncle, but when you meet my senior brother, you become an outsider?

He is just a monkey, there is no need to be formal. Feng Ling said casually with his mouth flat.

The intimacy in that expression fell to Yue Chao's seriousness, but it aroused a faint worry.

Reaching out and touching Feng Chime's head, Yue Chao turned around and bowed respectfully to the monkey, saying, Uncle Wukong, it's our first time meeting you. Yue Chao, the eldest disciple of Taoist Qingfeng, is so polite.

Taoist Qingfeng is another name for Qingfengzi.

After coming to Xianyue Sanxing Cave for so long, this was the first time that someone was so respectful to me. The monkey was stunned. He quickly cupped his hands and said, That's very polite. I just became a disciple not long ago.

After bowing, Yue Chao glanced at the monkey intentionally or unintentionally, and then went to the food court to get the wind chime: I haven't eaten the food cooked by the fourth junior sister, and I happen to be hungry. Eh? Why? Is it fruit? Is this also called food?

Feng Ling's face turned red, and he quickly ran over to take the food pavilion back, saying faintly: It wasn't made for you to eat in the first place.

Yue Chao sighed helplessly: It's okay if you don't want to eat. Senior brother, I thought that junior sister had improved. I only learned to cook after being away for a year.

Feng Ling hid the food pavilion behind his back and decided to change the topic: Why did senior brother suddenly come back when he was not practicing at Lingyun Peak?

I went to Guanjiangkou with Uncle Lingyun to watch the excitement. I took a detour to see you.

Guan Jiangkou to watch the fun? Monkey's brows furrowed: A fight is about to begin?

Yue Chao patted her thighs and sat down cross-legged: Well, the news from the Heavenly Court is that the Supreme Lord suddenly left the seclusion early for some reason. Now the Jade Emperor is preparing intensively for war. The same is true for the Erlang God Yang Jian. Now he is looking for soldiers everywhere. As long as he He who has a little bit of cultivation will do it. Depending on the situation, the enemies of uncle and nephew are going to fight to the death. But it will take a year in the sky and on earth, and this war will probably not be fought within a month or two. Let’s go slowly. It doesn’t matter if you order it down.”

After saying that, Yue Chao raised her hand, and a tea set appeared in front of her out of thin air, along with a charcoal stove and hot boiling water.

The monkey was stunned by this scene.

Little Junior Sister, come and try the tea that Senior Brother planted on the top of Lingyun Peak. This is something that I am not willing to give to Senior Uncle Lingyun. Those disciples of Senior Uncle Lingyun have been trying to get my tea all day long. Senior Brother, I am here to keep it. It's very hard. Yue Chao raised her eyebrows and took out a small can of tea in a bamboo tube from her pocket.

The monkey asked quickly: Have you also cultivated the way of a practitioner?

Why do you ask that? Yue Chao asked.

This...should be something that can only be achieved by the third level of divine refining and integration, right? If it's not the way of a traveler, why would you be so young...

The wind chime on the side gently tugged the monkey's hand and whispered in his ear: Senior Brother Yue Chao is over three hundred years old this year...

Forehead?

While the monkey was wondering, Yue Chao had already made tea, divided the cups, pushed the two cups of tea in front of the monkey and the wind chime respectively, and said: The appearance of a cultivator is an image of the mind. If the heart is not old, the appearance will not be old. . If Master Wukong meets Master Ling Yun one day, he will know that he still looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, in his prime.

The monkey's first reaction was to look at the wind chimes.

Huh? Feng Chime immediately stared back.

Yue Chao on the side sighed: This one is really only ten years old, not that he doesn't look older. Come, have a taste of my tea.

The three of them picked up their teacups and began to taste them.

This tea is smooth in the mouth, and when you sip it in your mouth, a burst of aroma comes out of your nose. When you swallow it, you immediately feel a sense of physical and mental comfort.

Immortal tea? Monkey has never thought that tea can be like this. It's no wonder that people who have reached the realm of Yue Chao are willing to plant it with their own hands and love it so much.

Na Yuechao sipped tea, stared at the wind chime thoughtfully, then suddenly turned to look at the monkey and said: Uncle Wukong, Uncle Lingyun and Uncle Yi Yuan have all sent letters to the master, asking if Return to take charge of the Taoist temple.

It seems that although these senior brothers are out, they are well aware of the situation in the temple.

But this is also expected. Although it is not known what communication method they used between them, but with their cultivation level, it is definitely not impossible.

The monkey hummed, and while continuing to sip the tea, he raised his eyes to look at the moon. I don’t know why he suddenly said this.

Yue Chao looked at the monkey solemnly and said slowly: Master's answer is: 'No need for the time being.' But the only one who did not refuse was Master Dantong. I heard that... Master Dantong is hunting evil dragons in the South China Sea, no. Will return in the day.

Wind Chime suddenly turned pale, but Monkey didn't know why.

Yue Chao lowered his head, held the tea cup, and said calmly: Master Wukong will have to be more careful from now on.

After chatting for a few more words, Yue Chao said goodbye and asked for wind chimes to send him off before leaving, leaving Monkey alone to continue practicing.

Not sure whether it was intentional or something, Yue Chao took the wind chime around the Taoist temple. It was not until he finally left the mountain gate that he suddenly said: Wind chime, stay as far away from Master Wukong as possible.

Why do you say that, senior brother? Feng Ling was obviously surprised.

Yue Chao stopped and slowly raised his head and said: Practitioners say, with such a temperament and such treatment by the master, it has only been about a year since I started, and I have already reached the late stage of concentration... This person is like Yang Jian, there are only three endings in the world. A hero, a human villain, or—death.”

One sentence is like a thunderclap.

Feng Chime's petite body trembled slightly and stopped, but she just lowered her head silently and rubbed her little hands.

The brother and sister stood quietly on the ancient stone steps, under the sun, with the phantom branches and leaves swaying in the wind.

After a long time, Yue Chao took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, raised her head to look at the flowing clouds in the sky, and said: These three results will end up with piles of bones at your feet. All the masters and uncles can see this clearly.