Ling Yunzi completely convinced the monkey, for the monkey who was at the bottleneck of cultivation and was eager to break through the cultivation, the attraction of the Nashen Pill could be described as extremely high.

But what he really needs to convince is the wind chime, and the wind chime is the person who is about to live with Yang Chan, but it is inconvenient to say it because of the situation.

After convincing the monkey, Ling Yunzi drew a gourd and pulled the wind chime out to talk, but the wind chime was not as convincing as the monkey - at least for anyone other than the monkey.

In the end, Ling Yunzi didn't know what promise he made so that Feng Chime agreed to live with Yang Chan, but it was only a few days, and Ling Yunzi promised to build an extra wooden house in Ling Yanli within a few days.

After solving the problem, the monkey drank wine with Ling Yunzi that night, Ling Yunzi said a lot, from being a small novice, to worshiping in the three-star cave of the oblique moon and going to the sky with Bodhi to participate in the peach feast, and then to the Lingyun Pavilion created by himself, all kinds of strange things in the sky and on the ground, and the monkey and the wind chimes were listened to with relish.

It turns out that this world is so wonderful.

As for Yang Chan, she just sat aside and ignored no one, silent.

Early the next morning, Ling Yunzi played the banner of returning to Lingyun Pavilion, and left after explaining that the internal affairs library of Guannei had built a new wooden house, leaving only Yang Chan.

This made the monkey feel even more that Ling Yunzi's trip was purely to throw Yang Chan's hot potato to the Sanxing Cave of the Oblique Moon.

However, when the sky fell, there was also Su Bodhi on top, and it was not the monkey's turn to worry about this matter, he just practiced.

Ever since he touched the threshold of the Nashen Realm, the monkey felt that it was very difficult to absorb the aura. It feels like a balloon has been blown to the extreme, and if it is blown again, there is a faint feeling of bursting, severe pain all over the body, and blood gushing.

According to the book stolen from the Scripture Pavilion, this is actually the process of opening up the channel for the release of spiritual power. In the case that the spiritual power has reached the extreme, and the refining of the body has not yet had time to expand, how much spiritual power is absorbed means how much spiritual power must be released naturally.

But the meridians of the spiritual power have not yet been opened, so there is that severe pain.

If you change the path of enlightenment, it doesn't matter, and after decades of practice, you will average the pain over a period of several decades, and you will hardly feel that the process is complete.

But when it comes to the walker's road, it becomes a hurdle. And the monkey's physique is the best among the practitioners, so this hurdle becomes particularly obvious.

After eating the Nashen Pill given by Ling Yunzi, the monkey found that this so-called Nashen Pill was not fundamentally helpful for this stage of cultivation, and to put it bluntly, it was just a special anesthetic that could numb this pain.

If it weren't for Ling Yunzi just leaving, Su Bodhi would summon the wind chime and give the monkey a sentence: "Use pills to practice non-righteous laws, and you must be cautious." "Maybe the monkey just died in a daze.

It is true that there is no longer a sharp pain after taking the Nashen Pill and then cultivating, but the damage to the body caused by the release of spiritual power is still there, and several times the monkey has cultivated to the extreme, he feels dizzy, his whole body is hot, and his consciousness becomes more and more blurred so that he will fall asleep at any time.

Fortunately, with Su Bodhi's words, I kept an eye on it, so there was no accident.

In this way, the speed is increased, but it is still necessary to be controlled, and every three or two hours of practice, you need to rest for three or five hours.

In the process of this repeated practice, the masked pain accumulates day and night, like a snowball rolling bigger and bigger, tormenting the monkey's body and mind all the time, as if it will die at any moment when you close your eyes.

Fortunately, the potential pain was not as obvious as before, at least the wind chimes were not visible, and the monkey gritted his teeth and survived.

As for Yang Chan, she still doesn't talk to anyone, and she goes out at dawn every day and doesn't know where she went, and returns to the wooden house in the evening. At night, he shares a bed with a wind chime, but he doesn't say a word, as if he is a transparent person. This made the wind chimes very unhappy, but fortunately, the wooden house would be built in a few days, so he endured it.

On the third night after Ling Yunzi left, the monkey practiced as usual again.

In the middle of the night, the limit of the body's endurance came again, only to feel hot and dizzy, and hurriedly ran out of the wooden house, took off his shirt, ran to the well in front of the kitchen, and hit a bucket of cold well water and poured it on his head.

Suddenly, the whole person sobered up a lot.

wiped his face and sat on the edge of the well panting, at this time, his body was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and a stream of heat drilled out from the pores of his body.

The water that sticks to the skin dries in the blink of an eye.

The spirit is much clearer, but the body still seems to be torn apart.

Although it has the anesthetic effect of Nashendan, the monkey knows how much damage it has. There is no pain, but it is even more frightening. But he had to do this, and without the help of Na Shen Dan, he would not even be able to maintain his conscious consciousness under that kind of Cheng dù's practice.

Looking at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion from afar, the monkey looked at the grass more than one person tall on the side.

"It's been a long time. The people in the grass are almost gone, but there are still a few stubborn ones who have to nest. The monkey thought and smiled helplessly: "What are these people thinking? Cultivating immortals is just to squat outside other people's doors and make ambushes? ”

While he was laughing, the monkey suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly looked towards the roof of the wind chimes!

Under the moonlight, Yang Chan was dressed in white like a fairy in the breeze, sitting on the roof with her hands on her knees, tilting her head and staring at the monkey.

A hint of surprise slowly appeared on the coquettish face of the staring monkey.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Yang Chan pointed to her shoulder and asked, "Monkey, where is your canary?"

The monkey suddenly understood, reached out to cover the scar left on his shoulder by the tiger many years ago, and asked rhetorically, "Are you the golden carp?!"

"It's been more than a decade, and you weren't that tall then, and I wouldn't have recognized it if it weren't for that strange scar. It was so much fun to go out to sea with a monkey and a canary. Yang Chan tapped her lips with her finger and smiled, and a faint white mist came out of the cold night.

Taking a deep breath, she turned her head to look at the moon again, and sighed, "I didn't expect to meet here, maybe it's fate." ”

This is the first time the monkey has seen Yang Chan smile, it is a kind of warmth like a ray of sunshine in the winter afternoon, but it is somewhat dyed with a sad feeling.

After settling down, the monkey bowed to Yang Chan and said, "Thank you for saving me and Que'er that day." ”

"Is that the name of the canary?" Yang Chan didn't look back, just stared at the moon intently.

"Hmm. The monkey said no more, but reached out and put the bucket into the well, and poured another bucket of water over his head.

Two buckets of water were poured down, and the heat on the surface of the body suddenly decreased a lot, but the heat in the body was still there, and there was a very depressing feeling.

Shaking off the water from his hair, the monkey reached for his shirt and put it on, dragging his wet trouser legs back to the cabin.

"You're cultivating the path of practitioners, aren't you? My brother is also cultivating the path of practitioners. If a practitioner wants to achieve the Tao quickly, he needs to endure extraordinary suffering. The better the qualifications, the greater the pain. This pain will be more in the future. ”

The monkey stopped and looked up at Yang Chan. She still didn't look back, just looked at Mingyue and said to herself.

At that time, he said that as long as he was strong, he could save his mother, so he was very desperate. He really became, in heaven and on earth, who doesn't know the name of Erlang God Yang Jian. But my mother ......"

The monkey couldn't see her expression clearly, but when she said the word "mother", Yang Chan's tone was a little choked, and after a pause, she seemed to recover a little, and then said: "I can't figure it out, why do you want to accept Zhao'an? ”

"Doesn't it mean that the heavenly rules are also determined by the immortals, all the immortals in the heavens are cultivated from mortals, as long as they work harder than them, they will one day become the master of heaven and earth, and hold their own destiny from now on?"

"In this world, I have never met a person with better qualifications than him, but why is he ...... And give in......"

"The path of the walker is so difficult, I have survived for so many years, if I want to give up, why do I have to start ......"

"If I hadn't cultivated immortals, maybe I would have died of old age and couldn't remember anything...... If you don't remember your mother, you don't remember your father, you don't remember your eldest brother, and you won't remember hatred......"

Yang Chan muttered to herself, and gradually her words became intermittent until they were fragmented, and finally she couldn't speak, just buried her head in her lap, and faintly heard the monkey sobbing.

"Perhaps, your brother has other reasons. The monkey whispered.

Yang Chan didn't answer, just lowered her head.

With a soft sigh, the monkey lowered its head and walked into its cabin.

The affairs of the two brothers and sisters of the Yang family are not something he can manage now.

Even if it can be managed, it should not be managed.

Emperor Yang Jianyu is also an uncle and nephew, if the Buddha will not make a move, it will be different if he changes the monkey.

Yang Jian's anti-sky is fine, but the monkey anti-sky will be pressed under the mountain for 500 years. It's not fun.

That night, the monkey dragged its tired, scarred body, but lay on the bed and tossed and turned.

The moonlight shone obliquely through the window, imprinting the lonely figure of Yang Chan on the roof on the head of the monkey's bed, which was a little sad.