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 should keep 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 the seal of their gods, 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, you 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.

One day.

More than ten boat passengers crossed the river.

The golden cudgel paddle paddles the water and propels 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 passengers on the boat 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 middle of the river, he was thrown down by monkeys and fed to 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 loudly.

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, and aquatic creatures clearly feel the threat of apex predators.

The boat sailed 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 fish baskets, gold and silver, financial products, and 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 business transactions. Old man, you forgot to leave the shipping money. Isn't it a bit against the rules?"

The atmosphere suddenly stiffened. The small dock was extremely quiet. The old man who had already left the boat and landed sneered with his back turned.

"Oh? I have never compromised with monsters in my life. Since the beasts have become human, they can just ferry them honestly. I think highly of you when I take the boat, but I dare to ask for 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, then 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, you must leave something behind to make shipping money."

"Hmph! What if I don't give it to you?"

The monkey sneered, showing its fangs at the corners of its mouth, showing its ferocious and cruel 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 in front of their eyes, the boatman monster monkey jumped

He jumped on the old monk, grabbed his neck and bit him, severing his throat 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 is very scary.

The monkey lay on the old man and bit him, and you could clearly hear the beast grunting as it ate the 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. You 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 their bodies onto the boat and left the shore. A group of strange fish gathered to follow them, and there was food again.

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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, looking at the full moon in the sky, and then looking at the other full moon in the river. He was thinking about why Bai Moulong named himself "Laoyue" in the first place, how to fish the 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's chilly at night.

There was business going on across the river tonight, and the monkey discovered it accidentally.

It's approaching midnight.

Blurred figures appeared on the hillside and wild roads, standing straight and stiff, with their feet floating off the ground...

Gudu Gudu took a few gulps of wine and tilted his head to look at it.

"Squeak, there are quite a lot tonight. I should be able to fit them into 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 spirit, get up and get ready to work.

Everyone who comes is a ghost, and 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 white lanterns and then gather at the pier and ferry. 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.

His 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 in 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 able to reveal their true feelings and will not complain, which is conducive to understanding.

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 weird.

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 headed southwest toward the thick fog on the water.

Stand on 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 riverbank 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, the separation of yin and yang between life and death is 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. I panted and exhaled hot air, knowing that I had arrived at the legendary underworld and just wanted to be transported to the shore.

The gray sky and the endless line of ghosts walking confusedly on the shore are colorless.
Chapter completed!