Chapter 80 Conclusion
Qi Xiaopang was not talking nonsense. Amid the constant chirping calls of the two monkeys, one big and one small, one alive and one dead, the black shadow first had a black mist swirling around it, which gradually calmed down. Then, it was as if a pair of invisible hands scooped up a handful of clear water and carefully melted the inky black color covering the outside. Finally, even the two cavities of green light went out, and a round-headed, brown-haired little monkey appeared in front of everyone.
Qing Bai wasn't surprised. He'd seen this monkey in every state, even its bones. He was a familiar monkey. At this point, he was only worried about how to end it.
After thinking about it, perhaps there is someone who is more anxious than him about this matter.
Qing Bai walked to the edge of the altar, leaned over to Ai Chan, who was gazing blankly at the little monkey, and said, "Don't you have something to say to the child? Hurry and do it now."
If we delay any longer it will be dark.
Ai Chan opened his eyes wide, with a panicked expression that said, "I don't have it, I'm not, so don't cue me."
It was rare to see this bald monk who was always calm and composed so nervous. Qing Bai was even more unwilling to let him go. If he were in human form now, he could kick him in front of the little monkey.
Tsk, what a pity.
Unable to move his feet, he could only attack with words: "Are you some naive and shy junior high school girl, full of playful thoughts and too embarrassed to say those things to others? If you have something to say, just say it. If you miss this opportunity... you may not get another chance."
Qing Bai felt somewhat disappointed with the person. Normally, he would never say such words, no matter whether the person made a mistake or not, or whether he would regret it or not... Maybe when the person regretted making a mistake, he would even feel secretly happy.
It doesn't make sense that he is the only one who has bad luck while others always have opportunities and yet he doesn't cherish them.
The shy and timid middle school girl Ai Chan had a complicated expression and whispered, "I know, but..."
Or is it? Qing Bai sneered, feeling that he had said all the nice things he could and fulfilled his friend's obligations. If he continued, he would cross the line and become annoying, so he decisively shut up.
Fat Qi knew his brother Qing's "good words can't persuade a damned devil" style of speech all too well. He knew this was the limit, so he quickly took over the conversation and mediated, "Don't be afraid, Zhi! If you have something to say, talk! Even if you get beaten up, we're here! We'll definitely take you to the best local hospital!"
Sad cicada: “…”
Having said that, Qi Xiaopang could actually understand Ai Chan's hesitation and timidity. After all, his master's actions back then were truly inhumane! He used Ai Chan to lure out the little monkey, then brutally tortured it to suck its marrow and eat its brain.
Although Ai Chan was only passively involved in the beginning of this incident, if it weren't for his 'beginning', with the monkeys' vigilance, perhaps such a tragedy would not have happened... Ai Chan would definitely think so after fully understanding the cause and effect of the incident that year.
Ai Chan indeed thought so.
Although he had been living in a mountain temple since he could remember, Ai Chan had always been well protected and had never suffered from lack of food and clothing or cold. Even in this incident, the old monk had Ai Chan, who had just completed the "fishing monkey out of the forest" part, fall into a coma and did not let him see what happened next. Later, the old monk tried every means to make him believe that the monkey group his little monkey friend was in had moved to another mountain forest. After all, there were tens of thousands of monkeys in the world, and he only recognized the little monkey.
They lived in peace for more than ten years. Ai Chan finally learned the truth before the old monk died. After burying the old man whom he had been close to and admired for nearly twenty years, he went to Shangjing on the pretext of studying.
It's hard to say how much of this decision to leave home was about escape.
After traveling for several years, he returned home one day and found that the victimized little monkey was even more miserable than he had ever known. Not only was its body trapped in the clay statue, but its soul was also unable to be freed. However, the one who had a close relationship with him among the two people who had done the wrong thing had already let it go, so he, as a half-accomplice, could not even easily say an apology.
Because no matter what you say, it seems like an excuse, and it makes the pain that the little monkey has suffered seem trivial.
The half-sentence of "I'm sorry" he uttered in a hurry was already the limit. In fact, even if he hadn't been interrupted by Qi Xiaopang's exclamation, he would not have been able to explain it clearly afterwards.
What else could he say besides "I'm sorry"? Ai Chan had actually thought about this question quite often over the years.
—I'm truly sorry. I was so young, so naive, so foolish back then. I didn't realize my master had deliberately used me as bait to lure you out to prolong someone's life. If I'd known, I wouldn't have come to play with you, even if I'd been stuck in the temple and rotted away. Back then, you died, and then my master died, and now, finally, the culprit is finally dead. You've at least gotten your revenge. Please take care of yourself, and don't commit murder. That way, you'll have a better life in your next life.
What a joke! If he were the victim, even if he didn't have any thoughts, hearing such nonsense would make him so angry that he would go crazy and kill people.
Of course, Ai Chan had thought of other less ridiculous versions during this long period of time, and even wrote a serious draft, which was more troublesome than writing a graduation thesis. He wrote one article a year, and then deleted every word and sentence he had worked hard on in the previous year in the next year. In the end, the whole article was filled with N ways of expressing "I'm sorry".
Ai Chan used the lost time and deep guilt to put himself in a position where he was neither up nor down, making it impossible for him to come back easily.
He felt uncomfortable, and the little monkey trapped in Chushan felt uncomfortable.
Qi Xiaopang, who shared the little monkey's memories, felt very uncomfortable watching from the side.
...Why should these innocent people suffer so much?! Qi Xiaopang refused to accept this and decided to transform the internal conflict into an external one. Everyone was united against the outside world, and the culprit was also there, so wouldn't that make him the perfect punching bag?
Qi Xiaopang took small steps towards the monkey king and his son, trying to keep his voice soft for fear of irritating them: "My two kings, how should we deal with this man?"
Fat Qi pointed at Old Man Tang who was lying on the ground.
This sentence is not complicated, and you can guess what it means just by looking at the actions. The little monkey turned its head and buried itself in its mother's arms, unwilling to even look at Old Man Tang. The memory of having its skull lifted up and its brains sucked out was too painful and deep. Although it had been dead for more than ten years, it still felt instinctive fear when facing the murderer.
The Monkey King is a very smart monkey. Otherwise, she would not have been able to sit on the throne for more than ten years as a female monkey just by relying on her strong physique and outstanding fighting awareness. Although her intelligence has not broken through the limitations of animal wisdom and she cannot understand human language, her mother's heart makes up for the lack of language comprehension. She keenly perceived her child's unusual fear and responded decisively.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" The Monkey King jumped onto the altar while holding the little monkey and whistling. The monkeys blocking the door immediately responded - some grabbed his hands, some lifted his feet, and threw Old Man Tang out of the dilapidated temple without mercy as if he were throwing away garbage.
The mob outside the door responded very actively, but unfortunately there was no overall arrangement. Everyone wanted to take the credit for saving the emperor, so they competed to trip each other. After they exchanged a wave of damage among themselves, they were inevitably at a disadvantage in action. The skinny old man Tang knocked down a lot of people on the ground like a bowling ball... At least the old man didn't fall to the ground directly, and the fact that he was the last person to fall was barely considered a success in saving the emperor.
Qing Bai only took a look at the group of people who surrounded Old Man Tang and cried out as if their father had died. After making sure that Old Man Tang was still alive and would not die in Chushan, he withdrew his gaze.
Qi Xiaopang, however, lacked Qing Bai's composure. The memories shared within the monkey statue made him empathize with the little monkey's suffering, naturally forming a shared hatred for the enemy. After "exiting the show" and leaving the "little monkey limited experience card," he regained his adult identity and rationality, and he felt a deep-seated disgust and contempt for Old Man Tang, both personally and morally. This was mingled with a subtle feeling of shame at being biologically related to such a person... In short, he didn't share the little monkey's fear and terror.
And in Qi Xiaopang's opinion, the little monkey shouldn't be afraid either. The one who should be afraid is Old Man Tang, who has done so many evil things and survived for over a decade and finally received his retribution. "Oh, isn't it too easy for him to just throw him out like this? He's going to get a beating anyway... Tsk, although his coffin-like body probably can't withstand a beating."
"But it should still be okay to give him a couple of scratches to vent your anger!" Fat Qi put on the expression of a treacherous minister offering advice, leaning in to persuade him, "He's so mean, don't you really want to pull his hair, slap him, and scratch his face?"
He made a good revenge sound like a shrew scolding and pulling each other's hair.
The little monkey didn't say anything, but turned around and pointed his butt at Qi Xiaopang, which was also another way of making his attitude clear.
Qi Xiaopang's advice failed and he turned to seek support from his companions: "Zhi Liao, come and persuade your good friend. This old man is dying. There's no chance of getting the chance again if we miss this opportunity!"
Everyone could see that Qi Xiaopang's artificial singing and dancing were mostly to pave the way for Ai Chan, so that this pair of childhood friends who transcended race could talk to each other naturally and harmoniously.
Ai Chan also understood, but he opened and closed his mouth again and again, his usually eloquent mouth just couldn't make a sound... And if he did say something but "I'm sorry" it would be too depressing... It's better not to say it...
"Tsk." Qing Bai knew from the moment Ai Chan's constipated face that he had fallen into his 'teenage awkwardness' again. He immediately swung his tail and hit Ai Chan's arm with a precise lash. After bringing Ai Chan back to his senses, Qing Bai whispered, "Since you don't know what to say, then let's use actions instead of words. At least give him some tangible compensation."
I'm sorry, if it were that useful, he wouldn't have to call the police... Even if the police came, the issue of victim compensation should be discussed first during the final negotiation and mediation.
Besides, this fake monk has secretly broken countless precepts. "Monks don't tell lies" is even more of a tourist attraction slogan for him—whoever posted it or saw it gets picked at random and takes it seriously. Aside from serious science popularization, his words aren't particularly serious or valuable, so it's best left unsaid.
Qing Bai just casually stewed a bowl of chicken soup, but Ai Chan, who had been trapped for many years, suddenly had an epiphany and became enlightened. Countless thoughts flashed through his head in an instant. He lowered his head to thank him, but saw that Qing Bai, who had just advised him earnestly, did not even look at him, but was looking at his tail with shining eyes, as if he had discovered some amazing treasure.
Ai Chan: "Thank you——"
"Did you see that?" Qing Bai raised his paw and patted Jiu Nian, his tone full of surprise and disbelief, "I just flicked the monk with my tail!"
"As easy as using one's own arm!"
It seems his brain and tail have finally become inseparable!
Jiu Nian nodded: "I see."
Seeing the pure joy on Qing Bai's face, Jiu Nian paused and praised sincerely, "You did a great job."
Sad cicada: “…”
Although it was just an unintentional move, Qing Bai was very satisfied: "It feels really good to precisely control the tail. No wonder you like to use it to move me around so much. I have to practice it well too. It's like having an extra hand in a critical moment!"
In the past, the tail was just a tail. Since I started to take care of Xiao Lingxi, I was forced to discover countless alternative uses of the tail in the past nine years: "...Well, keep going."
Sad Cicada: Thank you!
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