Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 62 - The Unfinished Fate of the Ghost Monkey

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: The Unfinished Fate of the Ghost Monkey (Money Jar+)_1

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: The Unfinished Fate of the Ghost Monkey (Money Jar+)_1

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The Little Monk, upon hearing these words, lost the composure he initially had. He looked around anxiously, betraying his inner turmoil.

Qian Yixiu then asked, “Which temple are you from? Is it far from here? If it’s not too far, I can have my grandmother send you back.” She said this purely to add to her good karma, for she knew the nearest temple was on Xiding Mountain, ten miles away from here. Even adults needed almost an hour to climb from the base to the temple on the mountainside. How could they possibly send him back so late?

The Little Monk hesitated before saying, “I am a Little Monk from the Xiding Mountain Daci Temple. Because my master ordered me to send this little monkey away, I did not want to, so…”

This Little Monk had a very grand Buddhist name that seemed to belong only to high monks, named Hongji, and was just five years old this year. A little over two months ago, when he and his master returned to the temple from their travels, they found a monkey that had been badly bitten and was close to death, looking quite peculiar. Monks are compassionate, so his master brought the monkey back to the temple, healed its wounds, and even chanted scriptures to it every day. Once the little monkey was fully recovered, Hongji’s master and senior monks were eager to send it back to the deep mountains or to other wilds.

Because as soon as the little monkey got a bit better, it ran out to play with the macaques in the mountains. For some reason, all the macaques were terrified of it, and they all hid in the back mountain. They formed groups that wreaked havoc in the tea gardens and the farmers’ homes, causing the farmers much distress. As Daci Temple advocated for the protection of monkeys, the farmers only dared to chase them away, not to hit them, which made the monkeys all the more brazen. Many farmers went to the temple to complain to Master Hong Yuan, asking the temple to quickly send away this peculiar, naughty monkey.

Hongji, the Little Monk, had been playing with the little monkey for so long that, as the monkey was quite human-like, they had already developed a deep emotional bond. He did not want to send the monkey to the deep mountains, yet he could not defy the temple’s rule against keeping animals, nor dare to release the monkey near Xiding Mountain or let it run off to other wilds.

He was truly in a dilemma.

The little monkey seemed unwilling to leave him, too, constantly tugging at him, as if frightened of being abandoned.

That afternoon, he aimlessly walked with the little monkey, and they had come to this place. Looking around, the peaks of Xiding Mountain were now far on the horizon.

“The Poor Monk is not unreasonable, but I really cannot bear to part with this little monkey. It was nearly bitten to death in the deep mountains, and if it weren’t for my master, it would have already perished. How could I have the heart to send it back to the deep mountains? Yet it is so young, peculiar in appearance, and prone to causing trouble; I fear releasing it into other mountains will not end well for it… Alas, it seems no path is viable, it’s so difficult!” The Little Monk did not finish speaking before his eyes reddened. He touched the little monkey’s head with his chubby hands, the reluctance weighing heavily on him.

The little monkey’s eyes also welled up with tears, its tiny nose scrunched up, and its little mouth puckered, just like a child about to be abandoned by adults.

Oh, the cuteness, the utter cuteness, Qian Yixiu simply could not love it enough. Back when Qian Yixiu was still a spirit, she had already fallen for this little monkey. She watched it being born, how clever and mischievous it was, how it was carried by its Monkey Mother as they fled to escape danger, how its father was willing to be shattered to pieces so that it could survive…

Seeing it in this state now, Qian Yixiu felt an even deeper ache in her heart.

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Qian Yixiu thought her connection with it had ended once she was no longer a spirit, that she would never see her beloved little monkey again. Yet, to her surprise, here was their “reunion.”

It could be that its mother had already died. Poor little monkey, it had lost its father before it was even half a year old, and now its mother had also “left” it. It had just turned one year old.

Qian Yixiu’s maternal love overflowed once more. She liked it so much and really wanted to adopt it. Besides, if she had this little monkey, some impossibilities might become possible, and some matters that would take years could be advanced.

She climbed upon a large stone with the help of smaller ones and asked an incredibly naive question that only White Lotus Mom would ask, “Doesn’t the little monk want to return to the temple anymore? Would you give up your monastic life for the little monkey?”

The little monk shook his head like a rattle-drum, “How could that be possible! I will not leave my master, nor will I renounce monkhood. I was with my master in the temple from the moment I was born, how could I leave His Reverence.”

Qian Yixiu crouched down to negotiate with him, “If you don’t leave the monastic life, you definitely can’t keep the little monkey by your side. So, how about this? You give the little monkey to me, and if you miss it, you can come to my house to see it, or I can bring it to the temple to see you. My house is over there,” she pointed at a rundown courtyard ahead, “you can come anytime… Rest assured, I like this little monkey very much and will treat it well.”

The little monk thought it over and seemed to think this was a good idea. It was better to give it to her than to send it to the deep mountains or somewhere else in the wilderness. The young girl in front of him looked kind and would certainly be good to the little monkey, and if he missed it, he could also come to see it frequently.

So he said, “Is the Little Benefactor certain about adopting it?” Seeing the young girl nod her head, he continued, “It’s not the common macaque found in the mountains. My master says it’s a Fierce Red Monkey, one of the smartest and most formidable types of monkeys. Its species is extremely rare, only found in the remote and deep forests. It’s hot-tempered, exceptionally naughty, and becomes extremely ferocious as it grows. Knowing this, do you still wish to adopt it?”

So, they were called Fierce Red Monkeys.

Qian Yixiu, of course, knew about how smart and formidable these monkeys were. Through many years of observation, she also knew that they were as cruel as the harshest winter to their enemies, as warm as spring to their kin, had a sense of smell even sharper than dogs, movements more agile than other monkeys, and she knew about their preferences and what sets them off.

Qian Yixiu was lost in thought, and the little monk, thinking she was scared, hurriedly said, “Fierce Red Monkeys are very clear about gratitude and grievances. If it feels you are good to it, it will be utterly loyal to you and willing to listen to you. These days, I have often communicated with it, and my master frequently recited scriptures to it. It can understand much human speech now.”

That was even better, saving her a lot of time. Qian Yixiu nodded vigorously and said, “I like it and am willing to adopt it.”

The little monk added, “Then the Little Benefactor must promise to treat the little monkey well, and be kind to it.”

Qian Yixiu made a solemn promise, “I will be good to it. As long as I have a bite to eat, it will have one too.”

The little monk then picked up the little monkey, said sorrowfully, “I am unable to keep you by my side. Go with this Little Benefactor; she will be good to you, and I will also come to see you often. With her, at least you won’t need to go back to the forest.”

The little monkey understood his words, wiped its eyes with its little paw, nodded, and gave two cries.