Remember a long time ago.
In the peaceful and prosperous times, you can understand by watching farmers planting rice in rice fields. Now...
Looking at the refugees who are barely clothed and underfed, Monkey considers whether to go back to the mountains to eat peaches for a few years before going back down. Zhuquan Temple cannot do without himself, a half-time carpenter, who still finds time to dig graves and rob large tombs. Monkey is thinking about things. In a daze, he dug up the wrong grass root and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Bah, squeak~ It's bitter and doesn't taste good."
Shaking his head, spitting, and wiping his mouth randomly, he felt that it was boring and boring.
I thought the stone next to a skinny old man looked good, so I walked over and squatted on it.
The weak old man shivered.
I closed my eyes and didn't look, and muttered something about monsters, obviously intending to smash the jar. We occasionally see evil monsters in life, some eat people and some don't. It doesn't matter. Even if you die of illness and starvation, you won't stay. There is no need to be afraid of getting rid of the whole corpse.
"Zhi, what should I do..."
Scratching his head, the good material on his body was already wrinkled.
He is three feet tall, and his human robe always drags the floor when he wears it, and it is covered with dust, mud, and grass blades. When it is clean, it is comfortable to wear, but when it is dirty, it is not as good as a coarse cloth coat, and the surface is shiny like donkey dung.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.
I saw a frail old man with a cigarette stick tied around his waist.
Stretch out the monkey's paw to grab the cigarette pole!
Sudden!
The dying old man grabbed the monkey's paw and guarded the tobacco pole with his eyes wide open...
"Monster! This is mine!"
The monkey was not angry. He lamented that the old man was about to die and still didn't put down his foreign objects. He sat up in shock when he was dying and grabbed the cigarette stick without giving up. We are all tobacco leaf Taoist friends, but we really like the cigarette stick.
He scratched his head and ears anxiously but did not move his claws to snatch it away.
"Squeak, old man, how about selling this good thing to me?"
"Don't buy it! Don't buy it for rich or poor people!"
The old man has a decisive attitude and will not give up his tobacco even if he dies. Some people like gambling, some are lustful, and of course there are also people who like tobacco.
"Zhizhizhi~"
A certain monkey was so anxious that he jumped up and down. Looking at the wrinkled silk clothes on his body, he suddenly had an idea.
"Squeak, old man, you are about to die and you don't even need a shroud. You will be laughed at by ghosts when you go to the underworld. What do you think of this silk satin of mine?"
"This...the material is really good, even better than a member's robe..."
The dying old man finally had an idea and his attitude was much better than before.
Monkey try harder.
"Zhi, you have a tobacco stem but no tobacco leaves. I have tobacco leaves, why don't you take a sip?"
"Okay, cough, cough, take a puff and get on your way..."
His eyes were fixed on a certain monkey's dirty and wrinkled floor-length robe. The monkey simply took it off and stuffed it into the old man's hand. He also touched the cigarette rod and the atmosphere was pleasant.
The old man was trembling and determined to put on the silk shroud, and the monkey dug out the small cloth bag from the package.
Carefully pinch some tobacco leaves, put them in the pot, and then press them tightly with your thumbs, very skillfully.
I wanted to ignite it with fire spells at will.
Suddenly I felt like there was no soul in doing that...
Take out two pieces of flint.
Bang~
Light the pipe pot and take a gentle sip, the world is so good.
"Huh~"
He blew out a standard smoke ring and squatted on a rock to smoke dry smoke.
The old man next to him who was panting and put on his shroud smelled the fragrance and came over without fear of death. In his opinion, this monster was more friendly than the bullies in the village. They were all good tobacco...monkeys. It was worth meeting him before he died.
A certain monkey generously handed the cigarette stick to the old man, and you puffed up the smoke in one puff.
The old man who put on the silk robe felt very satisfied at the moment.
"This life is worth it..."
I kicked my old leg and died.
The monkey just squatted next to the corpse and continued to smoke. Just now, it seemed that he had realized something from the old man. Unfortunately, he couldn't grasp the clue. If it were that simple, it wouldn't be called enlightenment. What Bailong taught is definitely right, even though he looks ugly. A little but with a good heart.
Taking a sip of dry cigarette, thinking about my friends makes me feel weak.
At this moment, the monkey suppressed his previous mania, and was finally led to another avenue by Bai Moulong, squatting on a stone and thinking hard, instead of beating all the refugees to death with a stick.
The human race is such a strange existence...
The monkey becomes a dull monkey.
Many bandits came to the refugee gathering place.
Sometimes bandits can do good things, just rob refugees. Who would become a refugee and rob them if they really wanted food and money? Could it be that they are greedy for the thick dirt on their bodies?
Bandits and bandits are here to recruit people, to recruit soldiers and horses to prepare for a cause.
Then, a group of practitioners came and also recruited people. They were very tough and wanted to kidnap the bandits together. Most of them would be forced into the mines to work as coolies until they died.
Coming with a sword, his domineering power soared into the sky.
"Hmph! I'll give you a bite of food and take them all away!"
There was a sudden panic, and the bandit leader naturally knew the true face of these so-called monks and cursed angrily.
"Persecuting mortals in broad daylight! You are a group of demons!"
Compared with some powerful practitioners, the evil deeds of bandits are simply a moral benchmark.
The leader of the cultivators sneered.
"A mere ant dares to talk nonsense about us. It's sad that we don't know our own abilities."
Take action at will.
The bandit leader died on the spot, and a group of refugees were implicated and killed. The ruthless tactics frightened everyone, and they were helplessly tied up. Only the old, weak, sick and disabled, and a gray-haired wild monkey who smoked... …
The monks thought that the gray monkey was the monkey of the monkey charmer, and the monkey was still alive after the monkey charmer died.
"Go and kill that beast."
"Here."
Some practitioners went straight to the monkey, sneered and offered the magic weapon.
Then.
With a bang, half of the monk's body was buried in the soil, and an iron rod wrapped in rags was stuck in his head...
The scene became quiet and strange...
"What a monster! Die!"
The remaining monks rushed over ferociously. The monkey was still squatting, banging the pipe pot on the stone, cleaning off the ashes, wrapping the pipe, carefully putting the package away, and lifting the iron rod with one hand without raising his head, leaving a few afterimages. , crackling!
There were a few more holes in the ground.
When the leading monk saw what was going on, he turned around and ran away, not forgetting to say harsh words.
"Monster, how dare you offend our Chong...ah...!"
Before he finished speaking, a stone penetrated his chest and flew into the distance with his flesh and blood. It was majestic just now, but in the next moment it fell to the ground and was stained with mud, grass, leaves and dust.
The crowd was quiet for a moment, and then they all knelt down to the monkey and thanked him for saving his life.
Next to the corpse of the old man in silk, the monkey felt that the world was becoming more and more confusing to him. Instead of kneeling down to worship the gods, he knelt down to himself, the monster monkey. Remember it wasn't like this before?
The monkey is confused...
The refugees and bandits all ran away for fear of being implicated, leaving some corpses and dying people unable to escape.
Boom!
The sky was filled with thunder and dark clouds.
Wow~
The raindrops were pouring down, and the broken straw hat could not hold the rain, and the monkey's hair was wet.
The old man's crumpled and dirty shroud was washed away by the rain, and the dirt on his body was washed away. He was walking decently. The rest of the refugees who were already dying were sent to the underworld by the cold and heavy rain. There was only one gray monkey squatting in the empty wasteland, trying hard to find the place. An inscrutable way.
The rain bent the branches and knocked down the leaves. The steamed bun-sized spider gave up repairing its web and curled up into a ball.
The light in the sky flickered in the rain, and monks dressed in the same clothes as the corpses on the ground came to kill them, seeking revenge?
The stick shadow flashed continuously, and tranquility was restored again.
evening.
The rain stopped and the sky was burning with clouds.
Sitting there, I can see the sunset, the crows are full of wings, the air is fresh, and the colors of the mountains, trees, grass, etc. are obvious.
Another group of practitioners flew in from the sky. The monkey felt as if he had stolen honey, so he still squatted down until he got closer and beat the arrogant newcomers to death with several sticks. He quietly watched the sunset, watching the familiar sunset.
There was little change in the deserted late night until the sky got dark.
"Squeak, it's another day."
I thought the old man was pleasing to my eye, so I planned to bury him before sunrise and not bother with the other corpses.
He took out a hoe from the package and expertly attached it to the end of an iron rod to transform into a farm tool.
He skillfully dug a grave and buried it directly.
After that, he lit a small pile of tobacco leaves in front of the grave and continued to smoke dry cigarettes. He looked at the corpses everywhere in a daze. He always felt that waste was shameful. Bai once said that food is not easy to grow. Who knows that the meat on the plate is all hard work? Shouldn't we do something?
After the animals die, they return to the earth and turn into fertilizer to nourish the vegetation.
Not as good as...
Stand up suddenly.
"Zhi! I want to farm! Grow food!"
As if surprised by a certain monkey's strange idea, a flock of birds flew away.
Just do whatever you want, wield the hoe... The Golden Cudgel began to actively cultivate the land. First, dig some holes, smash the corpses and bury them to make fertilizer, and then make neat furrows. These skills were all learned from the old monk Huixian. He has no other skills but is good at farming. Well, he has a college education.
Bai said that if others know what he cannot, they are all knowledgeable and capable.
During this period, another mortal came and opened his mouth to eliminate demons. As a result, the fertilizer in the fields became more abundant...
From then on, no one bothered me anymore.
It's not cost-effective. At this time when the various immortal realms are fighting against each other and trying to conquer the heaven, the fight is in full swing. There is no need to fight to the death for a big monster who looks like a psycho. The gains outweigh the losses and there is no gain.
Make the ridges, walk over them with your feet and create pits, and sow seeds in the pits of the footprints...
From then on, the monkey became a farmer.
The happiest thing every day is squatting on the ground and watching the seedlings.
sprout, grow...
When the straw hat breaks, I will knit a new one. I will squat on the field with a hoe and smoke a dry tobacco pole. When I am hungry, I will eat wild fruits and leaves. When I am thirsty, I will lie down in the ditch to drink water. I will look at the farmland and the chaos in the world.
There are always refugees passing by in a hurry with their families, feeling miserable and desperate.
The mortal army is armed and iron.
No one likes the farmer in the thatched house, but he doesn't know that the great demon lives here in seclusion.
There are lonely graves with weeds on the ground.
A certain monkey squatted on the stone and made it smooth. A gray-haired wild monkey wore a straw hat and smoked. Looking at the chaos in the world, two mortal armies were fighting in the wilderness. They just represented the various forces in the fairyland. They were all dead leaves drifting with the tide.
Scattered arrows were deflected by the wind and flew to the fields.
The monkey didn't move at all, and the iron arrows jingled as they fell on its body. He picked one up and dug it into his ears.
The wrinkled ugly face showed a puzzled look.
"Squeak, why don't so many people farm?"
Don't understand.
I saw a foot-high green seedlings swaying in the ground.
The monkey's paw picked up the pebbles and threw them at the fat rabbit that was eating the crops. This rabbit has been eating and drinking every day since it was planted in the fields.
He shook his head helplessly.
A rope tied to the golden hoop serves as a shoulder pole to carry water from ditches to irrigate crops.
