Journey to the West: Nine-tailed demon emperor

Chapter 110 Epiphany
Seven days later, the child slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in a cave with a thick layer of straw under his body, while the young monk was sitting beside him reciting scriptures that he could not understand.

The scriptures are strange and profound. Children like this feeling very much, and it can relieve the depression in their hearts.

"Wake up!" Seemingly feeling the child's curious eyes, the young monk opened his eyes and looked at the child and said.

"Master, please accept me...Hiss, it hurts so much!" The child hurriedly said, trying to get up with his hands on the ground, but as soon as his hands hit the ground, he felt a heart-rending pain.

Seeing this, the young monk comforted the child to lie down again, looked at the child and said softly: "Heal well, since you can keep up with me, then I will take you as an apprentice."

Hearing this, the boy was overjoyed immediately, and said happily, "Really, Master, you really intend to accept me as a disciple?"

"Well, take good care of your injuries. I'll get some herbs to heal your injuries." The young monk smiled and nodded, then got up and walked out of the cave.

"Great, the master finally accepted me as an apprentice, haha, that's great! Looking at the young monk's back, the child couldn't help cheering loudly.

The child clearly remembered that it was the happiest day for him to say that. On that day, he smiled as if he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart.

"Hehe, after all, he's a small kid, so it's better to be happy!" The young monk outside the cave smiled knowingly when he heard the children's cheers, and shook his head, feeling a little happy because he was accepting a disciple for the first time.

Three years passed by in a flash.

During the three years, the boy officially worshiped the young monk as his teacher. The master gave him a new name called "Lingjue", saying that he hoped that he could awaken as soon as possible and stop living in hatred.

Tong Tong, oh no, it's Lingjue. Lingjue doesn't take Master's words seriously. He thinks that hatred can only be washed away by blood, and only blood can wash it away.

Lingjue has been traveling eastward with the young monk, and he has saved countless people along the way, let alone traveled tens of thousands of miles. The blisters on his feet popped again and again, and even the boy himself didn't know how he survived.

I remember the young monk, no, it should be the master who said that if a man is assigned a great mission from heaven, he must first work hard on his mind and body, only in this way can he get better achievements.

Although Lingjue couldn't understand what it meant at all, Lingjue felt that what Master said was very powerful and must be right.

And when Lingjue was ten years old, the master finally told him that he didn't have to hurry, and he wanted to take him back to the master's school, to their home, where there are many brothers and sisters who can make friends and practice together, and I will definitely like.

I remember that day Lingjue was really shocked, the master could fly, and he could do very powerful spells, as powerful as the legendary gods.

Although Lingjue knew that Master was very powerful before, and had seen Master kill monsters and bad people, but it was the first time to cast a spell, which was really shocking.

It didn't take long for Lingjue and Master to return to Shimen, where it was beautiful and huge, not worse than the legendary fairy mirror.

But Ling Jue didn't like it, there were too many rules and regulations, and the other seniors didn't like him either, they always bullied and teased him, he didn't dare to tell the master, fearing that the master would be disappointed with him and would dislike him.

What makes the spiritual feeling even more disappointing is that the master always goes out and never returns. Every time he goes out for a long time, he comes back less and less often, and spends less and less time with himself, until...

Until that day, Master brought back a child younger than himself from nowhere.

The child looked like he was only seven or eight years old, and he was very cute, with a chubby little face, and a small snot always hung on his upturned nose.

The master said that this little boy would be his younger brother in the future, and this younger brother also lost his parents and family because the village was attacked by monsters. The master took him as his apprentice because he looked pitiful.

After Lingjue knew about his younger brother's life experience, he couldn't help but think of his own experiences. Empathizing with him, Lingjue felt sorry for this little junior who was not familiar with him, and decided to protect his younger brother and prevent him from being bullied.

Lingjue is very kind to the younger brother, if there is any delicious food, he will give it to the younger brother first, and if there are classmates who bully the younger brother, he will stand up.

Although he couldn't beat those fellow disciples at all, he could use his small body to protect his junior brother's even smaller body, preventing those so-called fellow disciples from hurting his junior fellow apprentice.

I don't know why, although I was often beaten with bruises and swollen face, but every time I saw my junior brother's chubby little face, I was very happy.

Later, Lingjue knew why, because even though he was weak during that time, he could protect his junior brother and hold his junior brother tightly under his body.

But as he grew older, his junior brother's astonishing talent began to show slowly, both in terms of cultivation and strength, far surpassing him.

He no longer has the ability to protect his junior.

Of course, the younger brother doesn't need his protection anymore, those so-called fellow disciples can't beat the younger brother at all, and after being taught a severe lesson by the younger brother, he will never dare to provoke the younger brother and himself.

For some reason, although no one dared to bully himself and his junior brother anymore, Lingjue was not happy, he felt that he was not that important anymore.

I can no longer see my junior brother whimpering and crying anxiously when applying medicine for me, nor can I see my junior brother shy with a little snot hanging from his nose.

As he grew older, Lingjue has also understood many things. He knows that his junior is talented, and he also knows that he has really lost the qualification to protect his junior.

But Ling Jue did not give up on himself, but silently gave up the cultivation resources to his junior, and prepared everything that his junior needed, even if it was a dispute with those so-called fellow disciples, even if it was to slow down his own cultivation speed.

Until Lingjue was 14 years old, the master called himself and his younger brother together, and said that he would teach them the most fundamental supernatural power and secret method of the master, the golden body method.

The golden body is very strong. He was lucky enough to see Master Fu Hu perform it before. It was really shocking and he longed for that kind of power.

But the master said that the master's own natal golden body can only be passed on to one of him and the younger brother, and this person will also become the master's personal disciple, and the other can only cultivate other golden body images and become a disciple.

Lingjue knows that although the master likes his younger brother very much, in his heart he actually wants to teach his natal dharma. In his heart, the master actually cares about himself, the great disciple who is the founder of the mountain.

But Lingjue refused, and he chose another cultivation method of the first-class golden body method, and gave the opportunity to his junior brother.

Although the younger brother didn't want to take away his opportunity, he still gave it to his younger brother, because this might be the last time he could help his younger brother in his life.

He knew that Master would be disappointed when he heard his decision, but he was very happy because he could help Junior Brother again, and he could still help Junior Brother.

He still remembers that his junior brother was very afraid of him when he first started, and he had a timid and pitiful look. At that time, in order to comfort his junior brother, he often said:
"Brother, we are from the same sect, brother will protect you well!"

The memory is gradually blurred, the figures keep overlapping, and the timid junior in the memory can already stand in front of him to protect himself, and he... is really useless!
"Woooooo, brother, brother promises, this is the last time, the last time..."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon.

Looking at the figure of the younger brother, Lingjue couldn't help crying bitterly, and couldn't help shouting loudly, like a child who has lost his way.

He realized it, he really realized it!

Protecting junior is not blindly giving in and retreating, one has to become stronger, stronger than anyone else, only then can one truly protect junior.

Instead of being like before, I can only use my weak body to hug my junior tightly and protect my junior by exchanging injuries. In that way, I will not be able to protect my junior for the rest of my life.

He wants to become stronger, so strong that no one can threaten him anymore, no one can!

With the epiphany of spiritual awareness, the black air that invaded the primordial spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness also slowly dissipated, the primordial spirit regained clarity, and even the state of mind improved by a small level.

Looking at the sudden enlightenment, Lingxin smiled from the bottom of his heart, and said warmly: "Congratulations, brother, for breaking the demon barrier!"

After a pause, Lingxin glanced at the fierce dragon elephant in front of him, and then said solemnly: "When the younger brother captures the dragon elephant, I'm celebrating for the older brother."

After all, the golden light on the golden body and dharma form of the soul rose sharply, and the golden dragon above his head let out a long roar, and swung out a fist, hitting the dragon elephant fiercely, and the fist roared out, as if mixed with the force of wind and thunder.

　ps: The dragon roars: Awow...

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