Years pass by, floating like dust on the road.
The monkey wandered around the ferry for two years and finally gained a reputation. After the wild crossing, the hillside path turned into a main road. Not only monks and monsters could cross the river, but ordinary people could also go to the other side. The monster monkey was short and ugly but had a good reputation. It was rumored that it was a ferocious beast and a big monster. I don’t know why I’m ferrying here.
The prudent person keeps a secret about the boatman monster monkey.
There are always bold people who make random arrangements. A certain sect said that the demon monkey at the ferry was suppressed by their god's seal, and they were punished by ferrying across the river to atone for their sins. They used this to deceive believers among the people and gain fame. After all, they can take advantage of the situation in this business.
A certain monkey always squats on the pier to fish when he has nothing to do, ignoring rumors and dismissing them.
Someday.
More than ten boat passengers crossed the river.
The golden cudgel oars paddle the water and push the large boat that can carry more than ten people.
It's a pity that I didn't encounter any enlightenment after ferrying for so long. All the sentient beings hurriedly crossed the river and got too many spiritual resources and worldly gold and silver, and their hearts were empty...
The boat passengers sat in two directions without saying a word, the monks at the bow of the boat, and the ordinary people near the monkeys at the stern.
No one dares to talk nonsense on the boat.
There used to be monks who bullied ordinary people based on their cultivation.
The result?
In the center of the river, he was thrown down by monkeys to feed the fish, so that every time he crossed the river, there were strange fish accompanying him.
The monkey's rule is that no trouble is allowed on the boat, no matter what the reason.
The boat is not fast, but it is the safest. Some people also wanted to grab business by ferrying here. In the end, the strange fish and water demon ate people and the boat together. Now many people nearby know that if they want to cross the river safely, they should look for monkey boats.
On the bow of the boat, an old man with a long beard frowned, as if he didn't like that the boatman was a monster...
The water waves roared.
Strange fish and water monsters were wandering around, not daring to cause trouble.
Water monsters and water monsters inherit genetic instincts to fear the aura of dragons. Humans cannot detect it, but aquatic creatures clearly feel the threat of apex predators.
The boat moved slowly and finally reached the other shore smoothly.
"Zhi, come again next time."
Politely express sincerity in doing business.
Everyone stood up and put various items into the fish basket, gold, silver, financial products, elixirs or medicinal herbs.
suddenly.
The monkey's paw lifted the brim of the straw hat and stared at the old man with sharp eyes.
"Zhizhi, no credit is allowed for small transactions. Old man, you forgot to leave the shipping money. Isn't it a bit against the rules?"
The atmosphere suddenly stiffened, and the small dock was extremely quiet. The old man who had already left the boat and landed sneered at his back.
"Oh? I have never compromised with a monster in my life. Since the beasts have understood human nature, they can just ferry them honestly. I think highly of you on the boat, but you dare to ask for your property. Do you think this place is a monster world?"
It gradually became quiet, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
When ordinary people saw that something was not going well, they left their belongings and hurried ashore and ran away without looking back.
The monks stayed to watch the fun.
The monkey was not angry and did not even pick up the oar and the golden cudgel.
"The world is full of transactions. As I said, one thing must be left behind to make shipping money."
"Hmph! What if I don't give it?"
The monkey sneered, showing its fangs at the corners of its mouth, showing its ferocious side. The boatman also had a temper.
"What you left behind is your life."
The words just fell.
The monks who were watching saw a gray shadow passing by!
"ah……!"
The screams made the ordinary people who had not run far break out in cold sweat. They must have been in pain and fear, otherwise they would not have screamed so miserably. They guessed right. The monks watching could see clearly that right before their eyes, the boatman monster monkey jumped He went to the old monk, grabbed his neck and bit him, biting his throat out on the spot!
The old man fell to the ground, twitching all over, his eyes wide open, and was killed without any resistance.
The scene was horrifying.
The monkey lay on the old man and bit him, and you could clearly hear the beast grunting as it ate meat...
The old man's cultivation level was not low, but he didn't even have time to react.
He spit out the flesh and blood, stood up, and wiped his mouth with his arm.
"Squeak, it's not as delicious as the fat fish in the river. I already said you have to pay for the boat. Why are you so unreasonable?"
Originally, the few passengers crossing the river were frightened and shivering and did not dare to board the boat. The monkey greeted them twice and saw that no one was boarding. They dragged the corpses onto the boat and left the shore. A group of strange fish gathered to follow them, and there was food again. .
The river is vast.
The demon monkey rows a boat and disappears into the fog...
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late at night.
The moonlight was bright, there was no wind, and the river was calm.
Beside the pier, the monkey was lying on the rocks on the shore drinking wine and looking at the moon. He looked at the full moon in the sky, and then looked at the other full moon in the river. He thought about why Bai Long named himself "Laoyue" in the first place, how he could fish his reflection in the water, and more. What's more, as you get closer, the reflection will become farther away and out of reach.
There is a white paper lantern hanging on the bamboo pole at the bow, and the flames can be vaguely seen jumping.
It was chilly at night.
There was business to cross the river tonight, and the monkey discovered it accidentally.
It's approaching midnight.
Blurred figures appeared on the hillside and wild roads, standing upright and stiff, with their feet floating off the ground...
Gudu Gudu took a few gulps of wine and tilted his head.
"Squeak, there are quite a lot of them tonight. They should be able to fit in a boat. I hope I can get something. I don't need any paper money. That thing is just a scam."
Gather away the evil spirits and stand up to get ready to work.
Everyone who comes is a ghost, and the lonely ghosts miss the gate of hell for various reasons. On a specific day and night at a specific time, the monkeys will light up the white lanterns and then gather at the ferry dock. Based on the principle of equal treatment, the monkeys will greet the ghosts to board the ferry. I thought about entering the thick fog and going straight to the underworld, becoming a ferryman between yin and yang.
There is a high probability that it has something to do with that mysterious dragon scale...
The monkey found it quite interesting because he could see other stories, which were the most realistic.
The courage is not ordinary.
"Squeak, hurry up and board the ship. The fare is optional. Don't miss the time."
There are ghosts of both men and women, old and young, and there are even two ghosts. They have different ethnic groups or levels during life, but they are the same after death. Compared with the boat passengers crossing the river during the day, the ones at night are obviously more capable of revealing their true feelings and will not complain, which is conducive to understanding. The ferry way.
The lonely ghosts floated onto the boat and squeezed in. The boat was big enough.
The moonlight is blue.
The picture looks very strange.
A group of shadowy figures on a wooden boat, their faces illuminated by the pale candlelight of paper lanterns.
When the time came, the monkey rowed away from the pier, and the canoe went straight to the southwest toward the thick fog on the water.
Stand at the stern and row.
The broken straw hat was lowered so that the monkey's face could not be seen clearly, and the coir raincoat covered his figure.
There was a woman in the boat who always looked back at the river bank where she came from, her eyes full of concern. After she regained consciousness, she couldn't help but ask a question that was often heard.
"Sir...can I go home and see my child...just take a look..."
This is the truest wish.
Hearing this, the monkey raised his head with glowing red eyes, glanced at the woman who missed her child, sighed and shook her head helplessly.
"Squeak, life and death are separated by yin and yang, so far away that we can't go back."
Crying and whimpering, this favor really cannot help.
The monkey is just a spectator, standing aside to watch all the things in the world. He can't do anything and won't do anything.
There was no moon or starry sky, and the thick mist all around made it even colder. Panting and exhaling hot air, I knew I had reached the legendary underworld and just wanted to be transported to the shore.
The gray sky and the endless line of ghosts walking in confusion on the shore are colorless.
"Squeak, there's not even a tree, so don't climb on one."
