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 he still looks the same, he looks much older. Not only has he grown a long beard, but his entire face already looks like a mortal in his forties or fifty years old, like a high-grade Earth Immortal.

   After a while, he came to a small attic.

  In the open door, Subhuti was pondering on the chessboard with his back to Yu Yi and his long beard. From time to time, he opened his sleeves and placed a move, turned around, and went to get another chess piece.

   "Master." Yu Yi bowed his hands and said, "The people from Wuzhuangguan said that Uncle Qingxin and Junior Sister Yuxuan had already left, but they haven't come back. Do you need a disciple to go out and look for it?"

Subhuti glanced back at Yu Yi, then continued to stare at the chessboard, and said casually, "It's normal if she doesn't come back, it's rare to let her go out alone, she must be having fun and wandering somewhere, don't worry about her. . Play enough, and you will come back naturally."

   "Yes, Uncle Qingxin hardly ever goes out alone, does it matter?"

   "Isn't there another Yuxuan?"

"This…"

  Subhuti turned his head to look at Yu Yidao: "There's nothing to worry about, just do what you should do."

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

  …

  Thousands of miles away, the small village became lively because of the arrival of Qingxin and Yuxuan, and they all worshipped them as living gods.

   Many villagers heard that they were going to sleep. Immediately go home to kill chickens and sheep, and prepare to entertain the two immortals. For a while, the host's small courtyard is filled with various gifts.

   Some villagers who were sick lined up to ask the "immortal" for diagnosis and treatment.

   At this moment, Qing Xin was so busy as if he had stabbed a hornet's nest. Embarrassed, Yu Xuan, who was beside her, sighed.

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

   This busy, busy until sunset Xishan.

  The old man finally drove all the villagers back, but when he closed the door, he bowed and kowtowed to the two of them again, making him extremely embarrassed.

   He helped and persuaded the ground for a while, and finally "invited" the old farmer's mother and son back to the house, closing the door with a clear heart. The whole body collapsed on the couch prepared for the two of them and collapsed for a while.

   Yuxuan stood with her arms crossed and watched silently. After a long time, he said softly: "You are asking for your own arrogance, and I told you not to come into this village. Since you have chosen to cultivate immortals, you should not have too many contacts with mortals. After all, we are from two worlds."

   "I didn't choose the immortals myself. Besides, does it matter?" Qing Xin lay on the pillow and laughed "giggling". The sound was as crisp and sweet as a silver bell. He sighed, "I'm tired, but don't you think they're all happy?"

"Of course they are happy, there is a 'living fairy' standing here to ask for anything." Holding the white bottle and shaking it, Yu Xuan pulled out the lid and leaned over to take a deep breath, sighing softly: "And , is still a 'living fairy' who gives Jin Dan at will, let alone them, I am also happy."

   "It's fine if you're not happy, why bother with so much?" Qing Xin turned over and lay on her back with her arms on her back.

  A pair of watery eyes looked around.

   This is just an old thatched cottage. Although the villagers put out almost all the best things in their homes and piled them here, let alone the Tusita Palace, there is a world of difference compared to the plain Xieyue Sanxingdong.

   In Yu Xuan's words, this is simply not a place where monks can live.

   But no matter what, Qingxin is so excited, and in the blink of an eye, he has reached out to play with a small wooden sculpture, and said happily, "Guess what this is?"

   "Maybe it's a wolf."

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

"Maybe it's a random carving, and it's not necessarily a villager's dream." Yu Xuan sat on the couch and couldn't help but said: "Uncle, do you really know how precious those golden pills are? As far as I know, there are only a handful of heavenly generals who can receive golden elixir from Heaven. Why didn't I know you were such a prodigal before?"

"Of course I know how precious Jindan is." Qing Xin turned over, lying on the couch, staring at the strange wood carving, her brows furrowed, holding her cheeks and saying, "But I only have this on me. Besides, if you eat too much Jindan, can you still grow meat? I've already eaten a lot, and it doesn't make sense to eat it again. The master usually doesn't give it away because he's afraid that a bunch of people will look like flies all day long. It's like going around the Tusita Palace to ask him for something."

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

   "If Yu Xuan decides, you see that our grandfather's mother is old and sick, and you can easily solve his problems, will you turn a blind eye because the golden elixir is precious?"

   At this question, Yu Xuan was stunned and blushed: "Everyone gets old, sick and die, this is the law, what's there to lament?"

   "These are all excuses for inaction, right?"

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

   "It can help what I see, but there is nothing I can do if I don't see it. But if you see it, it's a small effort, why not?"

   "But...what's the point of this?"

Qing Xin glanced at Yu Xuan lightly, and said with a smile: "What I gave was something that I didn't need at all, what they got was an unexpected gift for them, and what they gave back to me was a haircut. Smile from the heart. Do you think this is not good?"

   bowed her head, Qingxin still carefully looking at the wood carving in her hand, but Yu Xuan was 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 will not only lose their net worth."

  …

"This apprentice of Laojun..." 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 Laojun to protect him. I am afraid that she will be eliminated early. What do Subhuti and Laojun like about her?"

   Manjushri smiled lightly, stared out the window and said meaningfully: "Some things are about chance. There is nothing wrong with being naive, if not. We will not use her as a breakthrough. This is also a chance."

  …

   At this time, in the room, Qingxin simply moved the small objects sent by the villagers to the oil lamp, and looked at each one carefully through the light, his gaze was like a child looking at his new toy. There was a word to Yu Xuan who was talking to Yu Xuan.

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

   "What's so good about this broken bottle? Laojun would cherish this kind of thing?"

   "He'll love it for sure. Last time I gave him a straw doll and he was very happy too."

   "Is he trying to make you happy? This kind of thing is everywhere in the world."

   "Rare things are not necessarily precious, and they are not necessarily good things. The most important thing is that they are in accord with one's heart." He glanced back at Yu Xuan and asked with a clear heart, "Aren't you still struggling with Jindan?"

   "How can you let me not get tangled?" Yu Xuan asked rhetorically.

   "Okay, don't think about it so much. Life is long, and it's tiring to think about these things." Qing Xin covered her mouth and laughed. Said: "Come and help me pick a present. This time back, the two old men will definitely talk about me, and they have to find something to stop them."

   Yuxuan's brows slowly stretched out, and she sighed: "It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry for the eunuch, and it's not my golden pill, what am I struggling with?"

   Said, she walked over swayingly, and accompanied Qing Xin to start picking up gifts.

  …

  The two monks in the hut slowly looked towards Puxian, and one of them asked in a low voice, "Master, are you just letting them play like this?"

   Puxian slowly raised his head. Caressing his chin, he said, "Next...you have to find a way to gain their trust. I'm afraid you can't rely on those illusionary villagers, can you do it?"

   said, Puxian slowly looked towards one of his disciples.

  The disciple frowned slightly, glanced at the house where Qingxin was through the window lattice, put his hands together and said, "Disciple, I will definitely live up to the master's entrustment."

   said, he has transformed into a young villager in a light blue ragged cloth. He opened the wooden door and, by the moonlight, walked along the path in the field towards the house with the oil lamp lit in the distance.

Looking at the disciple who was gradually moving away, Puxian who was standing in front of the window slowly narrowed his eyes into a slit, and said leisurely: "It's just that a few spies were placed... Subhuti, Subhuti, why do you show such a Got a big tail?"

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

   Slowly came to the door of the room, he swallowed dryly, squeezed out a simple, honest and slightly flattering look, and reached out and knocked on the door.

   "Are the two immortals asleep? I have a gift for the two immortals."

   The door slowly opened a slit.

   However, the next moment, Puxian, the monk who turned into a villager, and another disciple of him who stood behind Puxian could not help but widen their eyes.

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

   Immediately afterwards, the door was completely pushed open.

In the light of the    oil lamp, Qing Xin held the sword and looked at the monk coldly. Behind her, Yu Xuan also flashed a disc-shaped magic weapon and watched the monk outside the door vigilantly.

   "Two gods...you are..."

   "You shouldn't be the mastermind, right?" Looking at the other party, he smiled slowly: "Deceiving my feelings, but there is a price to pay."

   Before he finished speaking, a golden light flashed across Qing Xin's body. In an instant, the house turned into a big tree, and the villagers turned back into the animals in the forest struggling to escape.

The    illusion was forcibly removed.

  Under the moonlight, Qingxin's hand holding the sword exerted a little force to hold the monk's throat, and turned his face to look at Puxian standing in the distance.

   raised his head and said softly: "It turns out to be Venerable Samantabhadra, why didn't you come here to study the Buddhadharma in Lingshan?"

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

   looked at Puxian and said calmly: "In the things I gave, there are several special products that do not belong to Xiniu Hezhou." (To be continued~^~)