I remember a long time ago.

In the peaceful and prosperous times, you can understand by watching farmers planting rice in rice fields. Now...

Look at the refugees who are barely clothed and underfed. Monkey is considering 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.

He dug up the wrong grass roots and stuffed them into his mouth in a daze.

"Bah, squeak~ It's bitter and not delicious."

Shaking your head, spitting, wiping your mouth randomly, it feels 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 at it, and muttered something about monsters, obviously intending to break the jar. We occasionally see evil monsters in life, some eat people and some don't. It doesn't matter. Even if they die of illness and starvation, they won't stay.

There is no need to be afraid of laying down the whole corpse.

"Zhi, what should I do..."

Scratching his head, the fine material on his body was already wrinkled.

He is three feet tall, and the 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, his eyes widened and he guarded the tobacco pole...

"Monster! This is mine!"

The monkey was not angry. He lamented that the old man was about to die and did not 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 ears and cheeks anxiously without moving his claws to grab it.

"Hey, old man, how about selling this good thing to me?"

"Don't buy it! No matter how rich or poor you are, you can't buy it!"

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. 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.

"Squeak, you have a tobacco stick 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 but determined and struggling to put on the silk shroud, and the monkey dug out a small cloth bag from the package.

Carefully pinch some tobacco leaves, put them in the pot, and then press them with your thumbs, very skillfully.

I wanted to use the fire spell to ignite it at will.

Suddenly I felt like there was no soul in doing that...

Take out two pieces of flint.

Bang~

Light the cigarette pot and take a sip, it's so good in this world.

"Huh~"

He blew out a standard smoke ring and squatted on a rock to smoke dry smoke.

The panting old man next to him who had 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 very 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..."

The old leg kicked and he 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, but it was a pity that 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 bit but with a good heart.

Taking a sip of dry cigarette, I think of my friends and feel even weaker.

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? Is it because 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, soaring into the sky with domineering power.

"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 tragic that we don't know our own abilities."

Take action at will.

The bandit leader was killed 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 snap, 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 fiercely, but 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 a few corpses and dying people unable to escape.

Boom!

The sky was filled with thunder and dark clouds.

Wow~
To be continued...