"Zhi, why don't you plow the fields?"

The monkey crouched on the smooth stone at the end of the field, building a pergola with his hands and watching, wondering why the immortals who were fighting to death on the hillside in the distance did not do anything meaningful. The trees were all burned, and if it rained, landslides would definitely bury the farmland.

He skillfully took out the dry tobacco stick that had been coiled for a long time from his lower back.

Stuff the tobacco leaves and press them carefully twice with your fingers.

Bang~

Light the tobacco leaves, take a sip, and look at the growth...the monkey smiles innocently, and the ugly face of Guguai looks even uglier.

"The harvest will be good. If the fertilizer is good, the crops will grow well."

Blow out smoke rings, pick at the dirt between your toes, and consider whether to knit straw sandals.

Originally, those corpses were filled with resentment, especially the immortal corpses, but the evil spirit accumulated by a certain monkey for countless years was even more terrifying. The resentment was dispersed even if it was revealed for even half a moment, and the wasteland became fertile farmland. When the harvest was mature, there was no need to gnaw grass roots and branches. Unfortunately, Bai

The dragon can't eat anymore.

Smoking dry cigarettes, magic weapons flying in the sky above our heads...

"Squeak, it's all made with good fertilizer. The monster's horn can be turned into a plow stick, and there will be plenty of leftovers."

I squatted on the ground and watched the excitement in a daze, and I finished my cigarette without realizing it.

Knock twice on the soles of your feet and reposition your lower back.

Pick up the iron rod...

So, another half acre of land was reclaimed, and a new plow stick was built that was strong and durable.

A monkey's eye can see clearly that countless gods and monsters fight to the death for various profit resources, rob mortals to mine and work as coolies, rob mineral deposits and practice treasures, and various fairy realms plot against each other to compete for practice resources. Each step is weak and the step is weak, for fear of falling behind.

To people.

There is a lot of trouble, and the ones who suffer in the end are these ordinary creatures in the world who are regarded as ants. Look at the forest, the birds were still singing sweetly in the early morning and the mist was rising, but now it is full of devastation.

"Squeak, what a sin..."

Time flies.

A certain monkey is working diligently in farming, and the grain field is about to be harvested.

The big monster with a hunched back and bandy legs harvested the food he cultivated for the first time. He crushed it into powder with his claws and made a pot of food. He felt a vague sense of breakthrough again, just a little bit short of it.

Since it's a little bit close, then just keep farming.

Slowly.

Next to the field, there is a thatched house with mud walls and a fenced yard. There is a well in the yard and a peach tree beside the well.

Spring plowing and autumn harvest year after year.

As a certain Bailong said at the time, curb your irritability and detachment, do things seriously, be wild and calm at the same time, like an ordinary farmer, collecting fertilizers to protect the seedlings, squatting on the ground smoking a dry tobacco pole and looking at the farmland with a silly smile.

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After many years, perhaps the various forces in the Immortal Realm need to recuperate and gradually become peaceful, the calm before the storm.

Mortals began to live near the monkeys.

They reclaimed wasteland and built houses, transforming the original household into a small village.

Monkeys like to squat at the entrance of the courtyard and act stupid.

At first, a couple came to settle down with their children, and the monkey kindly helped cut down trees and build houses. Perhaps they have seen a lot of gods, demons, and monsters over the years, so the couple and their family were not afraid. Occasionally, they would also send some vegetables, fruits, and vegetables to the monkey neighbor, and they got along well with each other.

joy.

The monkey's eye witnessed houses being built one after another, paths growing in the wasteland, and cultivated land slowly increasing.

Over the years, the vegetation on the hillside has returned to its original state, and the village has become a completely different place.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the gray-haired monkey on the stone.

The villagers were accustomed to monkeys, and because the demon monkeys were the first to live there, they gave the village a very down-to-earth name, "Monkey Village".

It's harvest season, the time has come, and breakthrough is just around the corner.

"Zhi, is that so..."

The monkey looked at the familiar hillside woods.

Close your eyes and feel the wind blowing through the green valley forest, blowing down the hillside, and listen to the distant sound of the ethereal breeze. The monkey hair moves slightly with the wind, as if it is blowing to the fields and making ripples.

Familiar farmland and villages, familiar mountain breeze.

Lived quietly for many years.

Before leaving the village, I heard from the villagers that the dirt road can go to many places.

Step by step, we climbed over mountains, went to the market, and visited relatives. The dirt roads connected every house to every village and small town, forming a big network.

Years of ordinary spring plowing and autumn harvest.

Monkeys know that when the rice is lowered, it is the autumn harvest season, and the food can be used to cook and eat.

Sowing, growing, harvesting, endless life...

Squatting on the ground to look at the heavy grains about to be harvested, listening to the wind, the sound of the rice clashing and rustling, smelling the fragrance of the rice fields, and hearing nothing else, even the monkey's tail became obedient and quiet.

In the distance, the villagers were laughing and harvesting, and the harvest was full of joy.

The monkey's eyes are fixed on the ears of rice.

Gently, a grain of rice falls off. In the eyes of the monkey, time seems to slow down, and the rice grain slowly rolls and falls...

Land, bounce twice and stop...

The breeze gently blew the gray hair, and the dull ugly face became more and more happy. There was no fairy music or vision to show the improvement of the realm. Ordinaryness reached the extreme, and finally broke through the slightest obstacle and stepped into a new world.

Realm, comprehending some kind of Taoism.

"Zhizhizhi~I understand! I understand!"

The villagers stopped their farm work and straightened up to watch the gray monkeys jumping and somersaulting in the village.

It has been many years since I heard the demon monkey speak for the first time, and it was also the first time I saw it so excited. In the past, I only squatted on rocks and smoked dry cigarettes.

"Zhizhi~ So that's it!"

"I'm going too~!"

Bend down and bend your legs, push hard, and do somersaults happily, like sharp arrows flying up into the sky, thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.

…

Still dressed the same way.

The monkey continues to wander in search of new insights.

The short-term calm in each fairyland allowed the mortal world to regain some vitality, and it could be stable for at least a few years. The monkey wandered around looking for another breakthrough, with an iron rod, a dry tobacco pole and a torn straw hat and coarse cloth coat. Sometimes he rubbed his face and turned into a child.

He will turn into a short old man.

I have done a lot in just a few years.

For example, he worked as a coffin layman, dug graves in mass graves, did night vigils, and was even deliberately put into a cell and imprisoned every day until one day he found a special job, ferrying people across a large river.

A certain large river is deep, wide, and the waves are strong. Water monsters are intruding and dangerous, and it is difficult to cross the river.

The two sides of the great river in the fairy world are like a world apart. Even small gods and immortals cannot cross it, let alone practitioners with low Dharma power and demons. The prehistoric world is not comparable to the small world.

The monkey used his excellent carpenter skills to build a ferry.

Carry wooden piles and drive them into the river beach, and build piers at suitable locations on both sides of the river.

Put up a tall pole with a broken flag and a big word ferry written on it, and start ferrying monkeys to seek the elusive and elusive road...

Therefore, in addition to his own ability as a ferocious beast, the dragon scales given by Bai Bai are the key. With dragon scales, he can conquer all rivers and lakes.

There are big and small wooden boats. The big boats can carry more than ten people, while the small boats are just a solitary boat.

One day.

The cool morning mist is rising.

Wearing a straw hat and raincoat, squatting on the edge of the pier to fish.

Gududu…

He grabbed the wine jar and drank it vigorously.

A jar of wine, a monkey fishing alone in the river, waiting for business to come.

There is no wind today, the early morning fog wets the monkeys' hair, dewdrops condense on the grass on the roadside, and the mist rises from the river as if it were boiling water. The monkeys are motionless and keep an eye on the fish float, relying on fishing to calm down and hide their anger.
Chapter completed!