"Run away, monkey!" A familiar voice came.

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

Late at night, this is a wilderness, cracked ground, and withered woods. My feet are stepping on the pile of soft and dry leaves.

"Run! He is chasing me!"

Turning back suddenly, the monkey saw a thin man posing in the distance.

It was a thin face, but had no eyes.

Endless fear spreads in the monkey's heart.

He ran away and hurriedly used the trees to avoid the coming bows and arrows.

The man behind him failed to hit three arrows, put away his longbow, then pulled out his dagger and followed quickly.

"Run! Monkey! Run!"

Running all the way, the monkey's heart was almost popping out.

The wind flowed behind him, stumbled through the woods until he could no longer hear the footsteps behind him.

The stone monkey laughed tiredly: "Ha...he...hahaha...Que'er, I escaped, I saved my life again. Hahaha.Que'er-Que'er Where are you?" He looked around in panic, but he did not see the expected small figure.

Suddenly, my palms became wet.

Looking down, it was a long cut in front of him that was dying!

Warm blood flowed out of her body, dyeing the monkey's palm red.

"Que'er...Que'er! Don't die! We want to practice immortality together! Don't die!"

The monkey tried desperately to cover the wound with his hands, but everything was futile.

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

A harsh sound rang in my ears.

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

Pairs of hands stretched out from the mud, from the rocks, from the trunks, like evil spirits breaking free, reaching towards the birds guarded by monkeys!

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do! Don't!"

The monkey fled in panic.

In the palm of his hand, Que'er said something intermittently, but he didn't even have enough time to listen. He hid everywhere but had nowhere to hide.

A pair of hands stretched out from the roots of the tree tripped him. In a panic, the bird rolled a few meters away, leaving a long stain of blood.

The originally empty branches on the top of the head instantly seemed to explode and countless red leaves grew, which were blood-like colors.

The monkey wanted to stand up, but his body was tightly grasped by his hands stretched out everywhere and could not break free anyway.

The leaves gathered into human faces, a face without eyes, opened its mouth wide and roared towards Que'er!

"No - no - ah ah ah ah ah ah!" The monkey opened his eyes suddenly, staring as big as a copper bell.

The half-sleeping and half-awake outside the house was so scared that he took out his "come".

The moonlight penetrated through the window, and the dark room was so quiet that it was so shady that it was left with dilapidated windows whirring in the wind.

The monkey looked at his empty hands in horror, and beads of sweat slid down from his forehead.

"I'm having a nightmare again... Cough cough..." The monkey pinched his throat with his hands, lowered his head and touched the scars left on his abdomen, looked out the house, and saw that the moon was shining in the sky.

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

"'Seventy-Two Changes' are the Way of the Practitioner, but they allow me to practice the Way of the Enlightenment... The Way of the Practitioner can be achieved in a few years, but it takes hundreds of years..." He muttered, as if he was muttering in his dreams, only he knew that he was awake now than ever.

"Queer..." He took out the orange feather and put it in the palm of his hand. Under the moonlight, the wings that had been baptized by time have gradually lost their luster of the past.

"I don't want to wait any longer."

The next day, he went to ask Subhuti for early invitation as before, but it was different from usual, and he didn't say a single word.

Before leaving, Subhuti stood up and looked at him, and the two of them looked at each other speechlessly.

After looking at each other for a long time, the monkey suddenly bowed again and said, "Master, I have disappointed you."

Subhuti just laughed and said, "Go."

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

Feng Ling felt that he seemed to have talked less and eaten more, and everything else was as usual, perhaps because he had made some progress in cultivating his mind.

As the night came, the monkey turned off the lights early and lay on the bed, but did not fall asleep, as if listening to something.

Outside the house, Xu Jin, who was "rotating", was so sleepy that he yawned.

Until the second half of the night, Xu Jin, who was squatting outside the house, fell asleep, and the monkey tiptoed up from the bed, took off his broad Taoist robe, and quietly crawled out of the window.

After leaving the house, he looked at Feiyun Pavilion from a distance. There was no corridor, but ran towards the rock wall next to it.

The moon scattered the cold white on the earth and spread it on the monkey's dark golden fluff, just like that night ten years ago.

He gritted his teeth and pulled the vines hanging from the rock wall with his hands, and blue veins burst out on his arms.

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

Climbing up the stone wall, jumping over the cliff, and snorting through the garden, he rushed around the Feiyun Pavilion and headed straight to his destination - the Sutra Pavilion!

Ten years of long journey have already deeply engraved wildness into his heart. This is a tempering and nature.

These tricks of sneaking at midnight and anti-tracking have long been learned without a master.

Escaped from the eyes of the disciples, the monkey climbed directly from the stone pillar to the second floor.

Subhuti, who was meditating in the inner room, opened his eyes suddenly and turned his head to look in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion.

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

After sighing, Subhuti slowly closed his eyes and continued to practice as if nothing had happened.

With the moonlight thrown outside the window, the monkey can clearly see the layers of bookshelves, with rolls of bamboo slips, leather scrolls and paper books displayed on it.

I grabbed a roll of bamboo slips and pulled them out under the moonlight, with dense texts all over it.

"Bird Seal?!"

I grabbed another scroll and pulled it open.

"Insect...Insect Book..."

Holding the bamboo slips, his hands trembled, and he couldn't understand any of these words!

"If you don't teach it, I will learn it myself!" In the cold night, the monkey gritted his teeth and clenched the bamboo slips in his hand and growled.

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs. 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 returned carefully.

The next day, the monkey pretended to be nothing and asked Subhuti for early invitation with the wind chime, but saw the door of Subhuti was closed and a young Taoist stood outside the door.

The disciple said, "Master tells me, if Master Sun comes, he will tell me: 'If there is nothing else in the future, there is no need to come here to ask for it early. Everything is done to practice, and common etiquette can be avoided."

As soon as these words came out, the wind chime was confused, but the monkey was already as clear as a mirror.
Chapter completed!