The monkeys in the tunnels, relying on perceptions beyond their eyes, groped their way forward.

The monkey is born with three hairs on the back of its neck, which is extremely sensitive, and it can be felt at the slightest change in the wind in the tunnel.

Ears, in addition to the sound of their own bloodstream, can also hear the shaking of the ground, and even the sound of falling leaves.

The smell of burnt after the battle also seeped into the soil and into the nostrils, smelling bloody and burnt.

The monkey stumbled and finally came to an end.

"No way?" The monkey could not see anything, could not feel the wind, could not smell and, strangely, could not hear anything.

Pitch black, dead silence, ignorance.

The monkey tiptoes and slowly groped with his hands. It's like a round egg, and the monkey is the one waiting to hatch.

"Strange, how can this place be so open?" the monkey wondered.

"There is such a strange place in the tunnel. Is there a bypass here?" the monkey couldn't even find the way to come.

"Where's the path?" the monkey grew stranger.

"Monkey King. "Monkey King. "Monkey King. ”

"Are you calling me?" the monkey felt faintly in the darkness.

"Who are you, who's there?" the monkey asked in the darkness in an unknown direction.

"Monkey King. "Monkey King. "Monkey King. ”

It was still a monotonous whisper, and no one, no one answered.

"I'm Qi Tian. The monkey muttered

"Monkey King. "Monkey King. "Monkey King. ”

It's still a monotonous and repetitive whisper.

"I, also called Sun Wu. The monkey sat up. Rubbing his eyes, he seemed to have recovered, but it was still pitch black around him.

"I'm going to knock the turtle shell open!" said Monkey Ping did his best.

The monkey holds it against its shoulders and exerts force on its heels.

Shout, "On!"

The thread remained untouched.

"Come again!" the monkey can pull out the mountain, not to mention?

Grit your teeth, levator anus, kick your legs, clench your fists, and exert force.

"Open!"

Mud cows enter the sea, and snow falls on the frozen lake.

I don't know how long it was, how many days, or how many years, or how many lifetimes?

Hungry, tired monkey, lying on his back in the dark.

"Am I going to die here?" said the monkey, giving up after exhausting his strength. It's an incredibly solid dungeon.

"Help!" the monkey's heart cried.

"Who will save me?" the monkey's heart was sobbing: "No father, no mother, no relatives and no friends." ”

"I shouldn't have existed!" the corners of the monkey's eyes were wet, and he didn't know if it was blood or?

Again:

The rest of life is empty, flowers bloom and fall in autumn, teardrops are the oil of the heart, and the heart does not suffer and it does not flow;

"Si Xi Suosuo" The sound of water droplets falling.

"It's raining?" the monkey grew stranger.

"Goo. "The monkey licks the rain from his lips to relieve his hunger.

"Where did the raindrops come from. The rain is the tears of the clouds, the clouds are the clothes of the sky, how can there be a sky in the cave?"

"Goo. "The rain gives the monkeys hope for life.

"Creation, Creation!" the monkey felt the rain stop the pain from his wound.

"Monkey King. "Monkey King. "Monkey King. ”

It's still a monotonous and repetitive whisper.

"I am, I am. The monkey replied helplessly.

"Crunch, crunch!"

The monkey touched a flat wall. There was another fragrant breeze blowing in front of me.

"I feel like it's an iron door!"

"Wait for me to push the door in!"

The monkey's dark eyes gradually

A picture-like scene unfolds in front of the monkeys.

Praise said:

Who lives in the high eaves bucket arch, there is no idler is the pure land; the golden and brilliant Buddha family hall, the morning bell and the dusk drum descend the magic pestle.

"How can such a barren mountain and wilderness come out of a yard. ”

"It's weird! What is this?" the monkey pushed open the temple door and looked in, the cigarette curling and could not see clearly.

"Anyone?" the monkey stepped in.

"Bang!" the temple door closed by itself.

"If you want to kill, kill you!" the monkey clenched his fist. Courageously walked a few steps through the fog.

"Oops!" the monkey banged his head against the wall, his eyes glaring.

Out of the fog, a wall emerged.

The walls are covered with murals.

First, a man knelt in front of a horse and stopped a queen. There is a person standing next to him wearing a yellow scarf, decorated with three white waves in the hall, with red cinnabar between the eyebrows, and his index finger seems to ask the sky.

The inscription "Di Renjie, stop the horse and watch the relics".

A white-bearded old man riding a horse alone in the cold winter of the snowy mountains. There was a man lying across the dead tree, seemingly frozen. But the cinnabar dots in the center of the eyebrows, and the three whites on the forehead are faintly visible.

The inscription "Han Yu, moved left to Languan".

An old man with a short beard, wearing a high hat and a brocade robe, waved a pen and wrote under the candlelight. Behind the old man stood a person quietly, dressed in a yellow long dress and wearing a yellow scarf. The eyebrows are cinnabar dots, and the forehead is three white.

The inscription "Ouyang Xiu, a drunkard last year".

The young man in Tsing Yi is worried, and the hotel is misty and rainy. Under the signboard of the apricot blossom wine shop, the eyebrows are cinnabar and three white heads.

The inscription "Du Mu, Qingming Broken Soul".

The monkey does not seem to understand the size. Just remembered this weird man with a cinnabar white forehead in his eyebrows.

"Who is this, who is the strange man in this painting?" said the monkey without saying to himself.

"Shang Jialuo!" out of nowhere, a bald-headed, tall, white-shadowed old man appeared.

"Ahh

"Don't panic, monkeys, don't panic. The old man shook the Zen bead in his hand and turned into a white-tailed floating dust, with a Taoist crown on his head, wearing a wide gray sermon robe, white eyebrows and white beard.

"Monkey, do you know that?"

"Who named me "Enlightenment" in a dream?" The monkey looked at the old man, déjà vu, and his heart swelled with warmth.

"How can you remember only one word?" said the old man and shook his head with a kind smile.

"Monkey, come with me," the old man walked slowly, but as swift as he flew.

"Old man, go slowly. The monkey gave chase.

Glancing across several murals, there are strange people with cinnabar spots, either behind people or in the crowd. It's just that these paintings are full of several emperor-like figures.

The inscription floats by, respectively, "Emperor Taiwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty destroyed the Buddha, Emperor Wu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty destroyed the Buddha, Emperor Wuzong of the Tang Dynasty destroyed the Buddha and the Later Zhou Shizong destroyed the Buddha." ”

But the monkey doesn't remember much.

"Monkey, this is the story of the nine parietal bones of Shang Kara. Don't hesitate, come with me. "The old man led the monkey through a labyrinthine forest of murals.

"Uh, why do you know each other so well?" replied the monkey, but his hand reached for a mural.

In the painting, an old man is bald-headed, thin, withered, and wears nine parietal skull rosaries around his neck. He threw an object in his hand, the size of an embroidery needle. Radiant and air-conditioned.

Opposite the bald old man was a white-haired old man. The mount is a green ox, holding floating dust, but there is a circle around the wrist of Bai Sensen.

"Ahh

As if in a dream, the things in the mural come to life. The monkey himself was bodyless, floating in the air.

"Zen Master Guyue, you are just a disciple of the Great Dao. How dare you stand in the way!"

"Lao Tzu, it's just a doppelganger of Lao Jun. How can the difference between the rank of master and disciple be determined?" the thin, bald old man screamed.

"Get out of the way! I don't want to hurt you. "Old man Qingniu.

"Joke, I am born of heaven and earth, and transformed by stone eggs. What can you do?" the thin old man smiled and took out an embroidery needle object from his ear and eye. When you shake it, there is a mallet more than a foot long.

"This treasure is called the wish-granting stick. It's a one-inch long cast iron rod. It can be big or small, long or short, and it will die and hurt if it is next to each other. "Skinny old man, point to the baby.

The iron rod snorted and spun, and smashed straight towards the old man of the green ox.

"Terrible!" the monkey cried in his heart. I didn't want to jump out of the mural. Looking back, his arm was being firmly grasped by the old man in the gray sermon robe.

"Let's go!" the old man pulled the monkey and left.

"The name of the character in this painting is Lao Tzu Li Er, who is the prophet of the Great Dao. ”

"In that year, the west sent a letter to Guguan. When he preached the Great Road, he fought with the monk Guyue Zen Master of the Western Regions. ”

"Monk Guyue has refined a magic weapon. It's a one-inch long cast iron rod. It can be big or small, long or short, called a wishful stick. I didn't want to be cut by Lao Tzu with King Kong, so I took it away. ”

"The golden hoop was lit in the Dan furnace and sent to King Yu for water control. The old man spoke as he walked.

"After Zen Master Guyue lost this treasure, he worked hard and after seven hundred and forty-nine years, he refined a white dragon into a white jade bracelet. Take the meaning of softness and rigidity to deal with King Kong. ”

The monkey listens to the benefits and dances with his hands. "Funny and interesting, what happened?".

The old man said: "Later, Gu Yue passed away and was revered as Hoover." The white jade bracelet is lost in the world, and its whereabouts are unknown. ”

"Tsk, tsk, pity. The monkey listened as if he understood.

I turned my head and saw another mural.

A hairy-faced thunderbolt golden-armored godman, wearing a phoenix-winged purple and gold crown, holding an iron rod, and a pair of lotus silk steps, good and majestic.

was hit by the circle of Bai Sensen on the cover of the heavenly spirit.

"How does this man look like me?" the monkey was about to reach into the mural.

"Never!" I don't want to be dragged back by the old man.

"Don't hurt you!" The old man grabbed the monkey and didn't let him stretch out his hand.

"This is even a treasure, King Kong. This weapon is a steel hammering, and it can be used to set all things; ”

The monkey tried hard, but he couldn't shake it off. The arm was pulled by the old man and he hurried forward.

There are murals everywhere, like a labyrinth. Hundreds of more steps.

"Old man, is this portrait you?" the monkey was grabbed by the wrist, his heart impatient.

Suddenly, I saw an old man with white eyebrows and long beard in a wide robe, big sleeves, and patted the Tianling cover with his hand. The left and right ears and eyes spew out two clouds of white mist, one of which turned into a bald old monk, with longevity eyebrows and Zen eyes, and a tall figure. Another white mist turned into the image of the strange man with cinnabar on his eyebrows.

"On this mural is the story of Lao Tzu's gasification and three Qings. The old man walked as he spoke. "Don't hesitate, monkey, follow me to see your background. ”

The monkey caught a glimpse of a mural in which the landscape was beautiful, the brook was babbling, and the peaches were ripe.

"Old man, what is this!" the monkey suddenly broke free and jumped in.

"Monkey, come out, don't be a big deal!"

The old man's voice was like an echo of the sky.

With a fluttering peach scent.

Slip in, monkey's nostrils.