"call!"
In the quiet room of the Taoist Temple, Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes and subconsciously squeezed his hands. Without the fluffy touch, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I feel a little tired!"
Zhang Zhiwei sat up straight, closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the crimson palace of his heart.
I saw a little white ape sitting cross-legged in the air, trying hard to absorb the innate fire and gold energy around it in order to strengthen itself.
But because the power of the soul is weak, no matter how much it absorbs, it can't absorb much.
“Squeak…”
Seeing a giant face appearing in the sky, the little white ape opened his eyes, bulged them, glared angrily, and screamed.
At first, it didn't feel it clearly in the inner scene, but when it came out, it found that its own monkey mind couldn't even mobilize much of Yang Wu Lei's innate fire and gold qi.
It was originally a demon in the heart caused by delusion, and later took advantage of the opportunity when Zhang Zhiwei stopped suppressing his original heart and released his inner monkey, and transformed into the inner monkey to be born.
The combination of the two is extremely powerful.
But before it had become strong for two days, it was burned into this bear-like state by a fire just as it emerged. It was even countless times weaker than when it was first born.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
The strong sense of disparity made it accuse Zhang Zhiwei, saying that it would be better to burn me to death, as there was no point in my existence.
"How could I bear to burn you to death? You are the product of my obsession!"
Above the Heart Palace, Zhang Zhiwei's enormous human face spoke, "Strictly speaking, you are me. If I make you disappear from here, I'm only getting rid of you, not the inner demon. Perhaps one day, the inner demon will grow wildly and make a comeback. Monkey, are you willing to disappear and become a scapegoat for other inner demons?"
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
The little white ape's face changed and it shouted at Zhang Zhiwei. Of course, it didn't want to do that. It was a demon with pursuits, ideals and ambitions. It wanted to be the Monkey King.
I was just giving up on myself just now, but now I calm down and think about it carefully. The Monkey King studied in a humble manner before he learned the skills, and after he learned the skills, he was suppressed!
What does it matter if it is burned?
Even if it is weak now, even if it is bullied now, it must hold on and reach the highest point step by step, as high as the sky. It wants to be the Monkey King.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
The little white ape, about the size of a fist, turned its head and waved its little paws, telling Zhang Zhiwei to leave quickly.
It needs to practice. Before it can shake the original body, it needs to keep calm, continue to lie dormant, hide its weapons, and wait for the right time to act.
Zhang Zhiwei gave the little white ape a deep look and said, "I'll come see you tomorrow!"
Immediately he realized that he had left the Crimson Palace.
Zhang Zhiwei didn't burn out the inner demon of the little white ape-like person, naturally not to raise a tiger to cause trouble and create trouble for himself.
The inner demon is like the evildoers in the world, which can never be killed. As long as people are still alive, it will be there.
As long as people are alive, they will have all kinds of thoughts, and these thoughts will become obsessions and inner demons, which cannot be eradicated.
It is impossible for him to truly achieve purity of the six senses, at least not now. If he burns this little white ape, there will still be thousands and thousands of little white apes.
Instead of being troubled by it every once in a while, it is better to keep this little white ape. As long as it exists, all negative emotions will turn into its nutrients to allow it to grow.
And it is in the open, so it will be easy to detect when it grows stronger. We can just burn it up and suppress it when the time comes.
This is the same reason why all the major sects keep Quan Xing, and Zhuge Qing did the same.
"My inner demon is very good at observing external things, and I am very good at observing myself. Our abilities complement each other perfectly. Is there any way I can use them to my advantage?"
Zhang Zhiwei was thinking about how to make his inner demon work for him illegally.
"This inner demon is obsessed with becoming stronger. Perhaps I can control it. Once it grows stronger, I'll have it come to me to 'examine myself three times a day'. If I don't see anything useful, I'll burn it down. This way, I can improve myself and control the inner demon at the same time. Kill two birds with one stone!"
After making up his mind, Zhang Zhiwei checked his condition as usual. He was in good physical condition, but his mind was a little exhausted. However, it was not a big problem and he would be able to recover after two days of rest.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered: "Oh, I was injured when I entered the interior, but the injury was gone when I left. How many days did I stay in the interior?"
Zhang Zhiwei quickly got up and left the quiet room, pushing open the door of the Taoist Temple.
At first glance, I saw the thin, white-haired old Taoist priest at the door.
"Uncle Master, how long have I been in there?!"
The uncle was sitting cross-legged at the door. Hearing the noise, he opened one eye and looked at him for a moment:
"What? Another epiphany? You've been so busy you've lost track of time?"
"That must be it!"
Zhang Zhiwei didn't say that he was going there for a visit. He walked up to his uncle, patted his old family member vigorously, and said in a friendly manner:
"Hey, Uncle Master, you're still strong despite your age. You may be skinny, but you have muscles!"
"What the hell are you talking about muscles? This is called strong bones and muscles."
The uncle slapped Zhang Zhiwei's hand and touched his forehead: "You are not possessed, so why are you talking nonsense?"
Zhang Zhiwei knocked his uncle's hand away: "No nonsense, let's get down to business. How long have I been in there this time?"
"You've been in there for two days, and today is the third day. I was just thinking of pulling you out to prevent you from starving to death, but I was worried about disturbing you. After all, enlightenment is something you can only encounter by chance. I, your uncle, have only encountered such a thing a few times in my life. You are so lucky!" The uncle sighed.
Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, "You're right here at the door. I'm so lucky. You're my lucky star. I'll come to the Daozang Hall for enlightenment next time. I'm going to slip away now. I haven't eaten in two days. I'm starving!"
After saying this, Zhang Zhiwei strode away, walking with the wind.
"Huh? What did this kid realize? Why does he feel so much more relaxed?" The uncle looked at Zhang Zhiwei's back and suddenly thought of something and shouted:
"Zhiwei boy, you haven't told me yet, what did you realize?"
Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and said without turning back: "I have already polished the monkey heart!"
Yes, that’s right, it’s polishing, in the sense of facing it directly.
"The monkey in your heart has been smoothed out? What?"
The uncle looked at Zhang Zhiwei in surprise, muttering to himself in disbelief, "What? Just one trip down the mountain with my senior brother and he's already smoothed over my volatile temper! How is that even possible? It took me over twenty years to barely accomplish this, and this guy managed it in just one trip down the mountain? Is this guy gifted, or is it that senior brother's teaching is effective? He's probably just trying to bluff me!"
Zhang Zhiwei didn't care what his uncle thought and went straight to the dining hall on the mountain. He hadn't eaten for two days and was worried about something, but he didn't realize it until his uncle said it.
On the way to the dining hall, Zhang Zhiwei looked around from time to time. Occasionally, when he met his fellow disciples or senior disciples, he would greet them warmly.
It was not mealtime and there were not many people in the dining hall, so Zhang Zhiwei took matters into his own hands and took some steamed buns and meat to eat.
However, not long after the meal, the dining hall was crowded with people. It was the little fan Tian Jinzhong who learned that his senior brother had come out of seclusion, and he gathered a group of fellow brothers to come and watch.
