In the middle of the night, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the house.

This made the monkey's heart pound to the throat.

"Ready to act?" he quietly clenched the stick in his hand, the only weapon he had.

The footsteps eventually stopped in front of the door.

Immediately, the monkey flashed to the side of the door and raised his stick, preparing to kill his leg if he dared to kick the door.

However, the expected attack did not happen.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was a sharp knock on the door.

"Are these men gentlemanly or stupid?" thought the monkey.

"It's me!" was the sound of wind chimes.

Opening the door, the monkey saw the wind chimes that were panting in a little panic.

She quickly squeezed through the door, still carrying a large bag of things in her hand.

Bolt the door to the door, and as soon as he turned around, the monkey saw the wind chimes pouring out of the bag full of strange things on the table!

"What are these?" the monkey asked, somewhat dumbfounded.

The wind chimes flipped quickly, took out a short golden iron rod, and threw it to the monkey.

"These were given to me by the master and my brother, and they are all magic weapons!" grabbed a short wooden sword, and the wind chime hurriedly hid beside the monkey.

"What are you doing here?" the monkey shook the iron rod in his hand, which was only a foot and three inches long, and he didn't doubt it at all, but the problem was ...... If you haven't reached the Nashen Realm, what are you doing with the magic weapon?

Seeing Xiao Nizi biting her lip and holding the wooden sword, staring at the door intently, the monkey laughed.

"You can still laugh?" Wind Chimes were about to cry: "Do you know how many of them there are?" I ran to find Shizun, and Shizun said that he hadn't beaten yet, and he would talk about it after he did. I...... I had to come on my own. ”

Looking at the anxious appearance of the wind chime, the monkey's mood suddenly relaxed a lot: "It's just a beating, do they dare to beat me to death in this view?" ”

Outside the house, a Taoist priest in a nest of squatting grass was whispering.

"See, the four princesses of Master Bo have gone in. I really don't understand why she is so protective of the monkey. ”

"Shall we do it then?"

Suddenly, everyone's minds couldn't help but think of the scene of Yue Chao, the senior brother who had the wind chimes, taking her for a walk in the temple a few days ago.

Although she has never been pampered, the name of the "Four Princesses" of the wind chimes is not fake.

It's not fun to hurt the wind chimes, not to mention Su Bodhi's love for her, and not to mention her master Qingfengzi as Su Bodhi's first apprentice, the senior brother Yue Chao alone is a well-known hard stubble, and he will never be soft when it comes to revenge.

As if he had expected it a long time ago, when he came back a few days ago, he specially brought wind chimes all over the road, which was simply deliberately reminding everyone not to behave unruly towards his junior sister!

It is common sense that a monk who refines his gods and returns to the realm of reality wants to kill a group of monks who concentrate on the realm of concentrating on qi, there are a hundred ways!

After being silent for a long time, I don't know who in the grass spoke first: "First ...... Let's see. ”

The crowd was silent.

I watched this all night, and I was also bitten by mosquitoes all night.

The night passed without danger, and when the sky was slightly bright, the monkey felt that the Taoist disciples who were lying in ambush around him had quietly left one by one.

It's the start of another day.

The entire Taoist temple was whispering and discussing, and those pairs of eyes looked at the monkey with a smile, as if they were waiting to see how he would die.

At noon, Subodhi posted a notice on the wall: "It is forbidden to fight in the temple, and violators will be severely punished." ”

It is said that at that time, a group of people were indignant and shouted that Subodhi was favoring the monkeys. He casually asked the Taoist disciples who came to post it: "Then if someone violates other prohibitions in the temple, and the disciples only take action to stop it, do they need to be severely punished?"

The Taoist disciple had already prepared, raised his head, and shouted in a lengthened voice: "In this case, the master has a word, another matter!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

Well, now the rules of the game have been set.

Subodhi's meaning is: If a monkey wants to enter the Scripture Pavilion at night, you are allowed to beat him severely. If the monkey doesn't plan to enter the Scripture Pavilion at night, then you will blame the old man for a heavy punishment.

In a way, this is not stopping at all, but encouraging!

Hearing this, the monkey's teeth rattled.

"Is this old guy so fond of watching theater?"

But he can't help it, now that he is under the fence, Su Bodhi loves to play, he has nothing to do.

What I can do now is to endure it, endure it, as long as the seventy-two changes are learned, I will not be afraid of anything.

The monkey didn't go out all day, but meditated and practiced in his cabin, and when he was tired, he turned to check the pile of copied books.

Since there was no one to systematically teach these knowledge of cultivating immortals, the monkeys could not even recognize books before, which directly led to the accumulation of "useless books" at home.

But are there "useless books" in the Scripture Pavilion?

Of course not, the so-called "useless books" refer only to those books that are biased towards the practice of the path of enlightenment.

Compared with the path of the practitioner, the path of the enlightened is more complicated, and Su Bodhi himself cultivates the path of the enlightened, so there are more related books.

But now these book monkeys read them locally, and even if they can't understand them, they memorize them by rote.

You know, his current opponent is all enlightened Dao, if he doesn't know anything, he won't be counted as dead?

After such a toss by Subodhi, the monkey can be regarded as having comprehended the horror of the enlightened path - the soldier is not bloody!

In the afternoon, the monkey suddenly heard the sound of ding-dong outside the house.

When I opened the door, I saw that one Taoist was climbing high and repairing the abandoned wooden house next to him, while the other two Taoist were moving things into the house from a board cart.

Standing at the door with a broom chime, he saw the monkey come out and said happily, "I've moved here!"

"What are you moving here for?" asked the monkey, puzzled.

"Protect you!" said the wind chime, waving his small fist, "I went to check, and they are still more afraid of me." As long as I'm here, it's definitely still useful. As for the old man, he doesn't care about such trivial matters. ”

The monkey probably understood what she meant, and he still knew the status of the wind chimes in the temple. The problem is, when it comes to the background of this senior brother and master, the background of the monkey is definitely only higher than the wind chime, but ......

"Why do you think people are so far apart?" thought the monkey.

And it's a little girl to protect it, and it's a bit embarrassing to say it.

But the monkey didn't refuse.

For the next month, the monkeys practiced in the room and did not go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion again, only thinking about reaching the Nashen Realm as soon as possible, as long as they reached it, the unarmed Condensing Realm Daoists who were ambushed outside the house would no longer be a problem!

And during this period of time, the wind chimes are also with him every day.

The days passed without danger or not, and because the monkey did not move for a long time, and I don't know if it was a trap, there were fewer and fewer Taoists guarding the door.

So, the monkey was ready to steal into the Scripture Pavilion again.

In those days, every time he absorbed the spiritual energy, he found that his body fell into boundless severe pain, the stinging sensation spread to every corner of his skin, and the more spiritual power he absorbed, the more intense the pain became. It was a pain that seemed to come from the depths of the soul.

What's even more terrifying is that this feeling intensifies day by day with the practice.

This situation brought him to the brink of collapse.

He knew that he had touched the threshold of the Nashen Realm.

However, this was different from what he knew, the book in his hand only recorded that the body would feel uncomfortable when entering the Divine Realm from the Contemplation Realm, but he didn't expect the so-called discomfort to be so strong.

I think it's because of the monkey's own physique, and he absorbs spiritual power with all his strength, and the speed is dozens of times faster than that of other immortal cultivators. Of course, the severe pain endured is also dozens of times.

The most terrifying thing is that this pain is increasing exponentially as we get closer and closer to the tipping point between contemplation and acceptance.

At first, it was just pain, but with a firm will, he could still endure it, but every time he finished his practice, he was sweating profusely and almost collapsed.

However, as the cultivation progressed, the originally tame spiritual power in the body seemed to become a fierce beast, as if it was about to tear the body and drill out.

Several times when the cultivation was to the extreme, it was sprayed out, and I fainted directly, and when I woke up, I saw that the wind chimes were full of red.

This made the monkey wonder if he would return to the west first if he didn't have the magical power to cultivate like this.

In fact, there is also a way to alleviate this "discomfort" in the book that the monkey has in hand, and that is Nashendan. However, alchemy is the business of a high-level immortal cultivator, and besides, the monkey cultivates the path of a practitioner, and the matter of alchemy will never be related to him, and the cultivation of the wind chime is not enough.

In desperation, the monkey could only start the idea of the Scripture Pavilion again, hoping to get one or two more ways to alleviate it from it.

However, the existence of wind chimes is not only feared by the hostile Taoists, but also by the monkeys.

Can she watch the monkeys go on an adventure without being absolutely sure? Several times the monkeys were ready to set off at night, only to be followed by the wind chimes in full gear.

Eventually, the monkey could only dismiss the idea. He had to slow down the speed at which he absorbed spiritual power to make sure the pain was within his reach.

It's just that even so, as time goes by, the time that the monkey can spend on cultivation every day becomes shorter and shorter, and the time it needs to relieve pain becomes longer and longer, and the time to step into the realm of Nashen is postponed indefinitely.

One morning, a month later, while the wind chimes and the monkeys were practicing in the house, the door slammed.