"Monkey run!" a familiar voice came.

"What?" the monkey looked around with sleepy eyes.

In the middle of the night, it was a wilderness, cracked ground, withered woods, and my feet were stepping on the soft pile of dead leaves.

"Run! he's coming!"

Turning back sharply, the monkey saw an emaciated man with a bow in the distance.

It was an emaciated face, but no eyes.

Boundless fear spreads in the monkey's heart.

He ran away, using the trees in a hurry to dodge the incoming bow and arrows.

The man behind him missed three arrows, put away his longbow, and turned to draw his dagger and quickly followed.

"Run, monkey!"

Running all the way, the monkey's heart is about to jump out.

The wind swirled behind him, stumbling through the woods, and he ducked behind a rock until he could no longer hear footsteps behind him.

The stone monkey smiled tiredly: "Huh...... Scold...... Hahahaha...... Sparrow, escaped, I picked up another life. Hahaha. Finches—Finches, where are you?" looked around in a panic, but did not see the small figure that he expected.

Suddenly, my palms were wet.

When I looked down, it was a dying finch with a long cut in front of me!

Warm blood flowed from her body, staining the monkey's palms red.

"Sparrow...... Don't die! We're going to cultivate immortals together! Don't die!"

The monkey tried desperately to cover the wound with his hands, but it was all in vain.

The gushing blood seeped through the stone monkey's fingers and dripped onto the ground, causing ripples out of thin air, and the entire earth turned red.

A shrill sound rings in my ears.

The rocks next to it turned into a hideous face, and the forest laughed wildly in the wind, as if the whole world was mocking.

Pairs of hands came out of the mud, from the rocks, from the trunks of trees, like evil spirits that had broken free, and they reached out to the finches that were protected by the monkeys in their palms!

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do?

The monkey panicked and fled.

In the palm of his hand, the finch said something intermittently, but he didn't even have the time to listen, he hid everywhere, but there was nowhere to hide.

A pair of hands reaching out from the roots of the tree tripped him, and in a panic, the finch rolled out a few meters away, leaving a long trail of blood.

The originally empty branches on the top of the head suddenly grew countless red leaves, the color of blood, as if they had exploded.

The monkey tried to stand up, but his body was grabbed by outstretched hands, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

The leaves converged on a human face, a face without eyes, and whistled towards the finches with their mouths wide open!

"Don't-don't-ahhh

Outside the house, he was half-asleep and half-awake, so frightened that he took out the "Liandu".

The moonlight peeked in through the window, and the dark room was so quiet that it was frighteningly quiet, except for the dilapidated windows chattering in the wind.

The monkey looked at his empty hands in horror, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down his forehead.

"It's a nightmare again...... Ahem...... "The monkey pinched his throat with his hand, looked down and touched the scar left on his abdomen, and looked up at the outside of the house, where the moon and stars were sparse in the sky.

After a long time, when his breathing gradually calmed down, he lay on the couch and thought quietly about something.

"'Seventy-two changes' is the path of the doer, but it makes me the path of the enlightened one...... 3. No ...... The path of the practitioner can be accomplished in a few years, but the path of the enlightened person takes hundreds of years......" he muttered, as if in a dream, only he knew that he was awake now more than ever.

"Bird ......" took out the orange feather and put it in the palm of his hand, and under the moonlight, the wings that had been baptized by time had gradually lost their former luster.

"I don't want to wait any longer. ”

The next day, he went to ask Subodhi early as before, but it was different from usual, and he didn't say anything superfluous.

Before leaving, Su Bodhi got up and glanced at him, and the two looked at each other without saying a word.

After staring at each other for a long time, the monkey suddenly bowed down again and said, "Master, the disciple has disappointed you." ”

Subodhi just laughed and smiled, "Go ahead." ”

Slowly exiting the door, the monkey still went to the back mountain to meditate as usual.

Feng Chime only felt that he seemed to talk less, ate more, and everything else was the same, perhaps because he had made progress in cultivating his mind.

At night, the monkey turned off the lights early and lay down in bed, but did not sleep, as if listening to something.

Outside the house, the "rotation" of the false advance was already sleepy and yawning.

In the second half of the night, when Xujin had fallen asleep after squatting outside the house, the monkey crept up from the bed, took off his thick robe, and quietly climbed out of the window.

Out of the house, he looked at Feiyun Pavilion from a distance, and there was no corridor, but he rushed towards the rock wall on the side.

The moon sprinkled the cool white of the earth on the dark golden fur of the monkeys, just as it had been on that night ten years ago.

He gritted his teeth and tugged at the vines hanging from the rock wall with his hands, green tendons bursting out of his arms.

Climbing step by step, his scratches were left on the hard stone wall.

Climbing the stone wall, jumping over the cliff, diving through the garden, he rushed quickly, bypassed the Feiyun Pavilion, and went straight to the destination - the Hidden Scripture Pavilion!

Ten years of travel has already carved wildness deeply into his heart, which is a tempering and nature.

These midnight sneaking, anti-tracking tricks monkeys have long been self-taught.

Escaping the eyes of the guards, the monkey climbed directly from the stone pillar to the second floor.

Subodhi, who was meditating and practicing with his eyes closed in the inner room, suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look in the direction of the Scripture Pavilion.

For a long time, the inner room was silent, only the candlelight swayed in the wind.

With a long sigh, Su Bodhi slowly closed his eyes and continued to practice as if nothing had happened.

Through the moonlight pouring in from the window, the monkey can clearly see the stacked bookshelves, on which are displayed scrolls of bamboo slips, leather scrolls, and paper books.

I grabbed a roll of bamboo slips and opened them in the moonlight, covered with dense words.

"Bird Seal?!"

Grabbing another scroll, he pulled it open.

"Worm...... Worm Book ......"

Holding the bamboo slip, his hand trembled slightly, and he couldn't understand any of these words!

"If you don't teach, I'll learn it myself!" the monkey gritted his teeth and clenched the bamboo slip in his hand and roared in the cold night.

There was a faint sound of footsteps on the stairs, and in a hurry, the monkey picked up a few rolls and stuffed them into his clothes, jumped out of the window on the second floor, and cautiously returned the way he came.

The next day, the monkey pretended to be casual and gave Su Bodhi an early invitation with the wind chimes, but he saw the door of Su Bodhi's room closed and a young Taoist standing outside the door.

The disciple saluted and said, "Master Zun explained, if Uncle Sun comes, he will inform: 'If there is nothing else to do in the future, there is no need to come over and invite you early.'" A qiē is heavy on cultivation, and vulgar etiquette can be exempted. ’”

As soon as these words came out, the wind chimes were ignorant, but the monkey was already like a mirror.