New White Snake Asking Immortals

Remember a long time ago.

In the peaceful and prosperous age, you can understand it by watching the rice fields of farmers planting rice seedlings. Right now...

Look at the refugees who have nothing to cover their bodies and food, the monkey is thinking about whether to go back to the mountain to eat peaches for a few years before going down the mountain, Zhuquan Temple cannot do without himself as a half-hearted carpenter, and he can find time to dig graves and rob big tombs, monkeys are thinking about things, In a daze, he dug the wrong grass root and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Bah bah, squeak~ Bitter taste is not good."

Shaking my head, spitting, and wiping my mouth indiscriminately, I felt very dull and boring.

He felt that the stone next to a skinny old man was good, so he walked over and squatted on the stone.

The frail old man shuddered.

I closed my eyes and didn't look at it, and muttered something about monsters in my mouth, obviously intending to break the jar, I occasionally see evil monsters in life, some cannibals and some don't, it doesn't matter, even if I die of illness and starvation, I won't stay There is no need to be afraid of the whole body.

"Zhi, what should I do..."

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

Three feet tall, human robes always mop the floor when they are worn, dust, mud and grass leaves are all rubbed against them. When this thing is clean, it is comfortable to wear, but when it is dirty, it is not as good as a coarse cloth gown, and the surface of donkey dung eggs is shiny.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

I saw a dry tobacco stick pinned to the waist of the weak and dying old man.

Stretch out the monkey's paw to grab the cigarette rod!

Sudden!

The dying old man grabbed the monkey's paw, his eyes were wide open, and he was protecting the tobacco rod...

"Monster! It's mine!"

The monkey was not angry, and lamented that the old man was about to die and did not put down his foreign objects. He sat up in shock while dying, and grabbed the tobacco rod and did not give up. We are fellow tobacco leaf fellows, but we really like the tobacco rod.

Scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, he didn't move his claws to grab it.

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

"Don't buy it! You don't buy it, you don't buy it!"

The old man's attitude is decisive, even if he dies, he will not give up the cigarette.

Some people are fond of gambling, some are lustful, and of course some are fond of tobacco.

"Squeak~"

A certain monkey jumped up and down anxiously, looked at the crumpled silk clothes on his body, and suddenly had an idea.

"Hey, old man, you're about to die, you don't even have a shroud, and you'll be laughed at by ghosts if you go to the underworld, how about my satin?"

"This... the material is really good, even better than the robes worn by Yuanwai..."

The dying old man finally had an idea, and his attitude was much better than before.

Monkey work harder.

"Zhi, you have a tobacco stem but no tobacco leaves, but I have tobacco leaves, why don't you take a sip?"

"Okay, cough cough, take a puff and get on the road..."

Staring fixedly at the monkey's dirty and wrinkled robe that dragged the floor, the monkey simply took it off and handed it to the old man, and touched the cigarette rod along the way. The atmosphere was pleasant.

The old man was trembling and struggling 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 pipe pot, and then press them with your thumbs, the action is very skillful.

I wanted to ignite it with a fire spell at will.

Suddenly, I feel that doing that has no soul...

Take out two flints.

snap~

Light up the pipe pot, take such a light sip, it's so good in the world.

"Huh~"

Breathe out a standard smoke ring, squat on the stone and smoke dryly.

The old man who was panting and put on his shroud next to him smelled the fragrance and approached him without fear of death. In his opinion, this monster is more kind than the village bully. They are all good tobacco leaves... Monkey, it is worth meeting before death.

A certain monkey was very generous and handed the cigarette stick to the old man, and you swallowed and smoked.

The old man in the satin robe felt very satisfied at the moment.

"This life is worth it..."

With a kick of the old leg, he died.

The monkey just squatted next to the corpse and continued to smoke. Just now, it seemed that he had learned something from the old man, but unfortunately he couldn't grasp the clue. If it were so simple, it would not be called epiphany. The Bailong teacher must be right, although he looks ugly A little but with a good heart.

Take a sip of dry smoke, think of your friends and feel your own weakness.

The monkey at this moment concealed the mania in the past, and was finally led by Bai Moulong to another avenue, squatting on a rock and thinking hard, instead of beating all the refugees to death with a stick.

The human race is really a strange existence...

Monkeys become dumb monkeys.

Many bandits came to the place where the refugees gathered.

Sometimes bandits can do some good things, just rob the refugees, but if they really want food and money, who would be a refugee and rob them? Could it be that they are greedy for the thick dirt on their bodies?

Bandits and bandits are here to recruit people, recruiting soldiers and buying horses to prepare for a career.

Then, a group of practitioners came, also recruiting people, and they were very tough and wanted to take those bandits and bandits away together. Most likely they would be stuffed into the mines to be coolies to death.

Yu Jian came, domineering.

"Hmph! I'll reward you with a bite of food and take it all away!"

There was a sudden panic, and the bandit leader naturally knew the true colors of these so-called monks, and cursed angrily.

"Persecution of mortals in broad daylight! You are a group of demons!"

Compared with some powerful practitioners, the evil deeds of bandits and bandits are simply a moral benchmark.

The leading practitioner sneered.

"It's sad that mere ants dare to talk about us. It's beyond our control."

Feel free to shoot.

The bandit leader was killed on the spot, and a group of refugees were implicated and killed. The ruthless tactics frightened everyone, but the appointment was tied up, leaving only the old, weak, sick, and a smoking gray-haired wild monkey... …

The monks regarded the gray monkey as the monkey of the monkey-trickster, and the monkey was still alive after the monkey-trickster died.

"Go, kill that beast."

"Here."

Some practitioners went straight to the monkey, sneered and sacrificed 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 on his head...

The scene became quiet and weird...

"What a monster! Suffer!"

The rest of the monks rushed over viciously, and the monkey was still squatting, knocking the cigarette pot on the stone, cleaning up the soot, wrapping up the cigarette bag, carefully putting it in the package, and lifting the iron rod with one hand without raising its head, leaving a few afterimages , Crackling!

There are a few more holes in the ground.

Seeing the situation, the head monk turned around and fled, not forgetting to speak harshly.

"Monster, how dare you offend us Chong... ah...!"

Before he finished speaking, a stone pierced through his chest and flew into the distance with flesh and blood. Just now, he was invincible, but in a blink of an eye, he fell to the ground and was covered with mud, grass, leaves and dust.

The crowd was quiet for a moment, then knelt down to the monkey, thanking the monkey for help.

Next to the corpse of the old man in silk, the monkey feels that the world is becoming more and more confusing to the monkey, instead of kneeling down to worship the gods, he kneels down to himself, the monstrous monkey, remembering it wasn't like this before?

Monkey is confused...

The refugees and the bandits all ran away fearing that they would be involved, and the remaining corpses and dying people could not escape.

Rumble!

The sky was muffled by thunder, and dark clouds overwhelmed the top.

clatter~

The raindrops poured down, and the broken straw hat couldn't cover the rain and wet the monkey's fur.

The old man's crumpled and dirty shroud was washed clean by the rain, and the dirt on his body was also washed away, and he walked decently. The rest of the refugees who were already dying were sent to the underworld by the cold and heavy rain. There was only a gray monkey squatting in the empty wasteland, trying to find the truth. Untraceable way.

The rain bent the branches and knocked down the leaves, and the spiders with the size of steamed buns gave up repairing their webs and curled up into balls.

The rain in the sky flickered with light, and the monks dressed in the same clothes as the corpses on the ground came to kill, revenge?

The shadow of the stick flashed, and the tranquility was restored again.

evening.

The rain stopped, and the sky was burning with clouds.

Sitting and watching the setting sun, the crows are full of wings and faint, the air is fresh, and the colors of mountains, trees, grass, etc. are obvious.

A group of practitioners flew over from the sky. The monkeys felt like they had stolen honey. They still squatted down and beat the arrogant comers to death with a few sticks in a row.

The deserted night didn't change much until the sky was getting brighter.

"Squeak, it's another day."

Feeling that the old man was pleasing to the eye, he planned to bury him in the ground before sunrise, leaving the rest of the corpses alone.

He took out a hoe from the package and skillfully put it on one end of the iron rod to turn it into a farm tool.

He was skilled at digging a grave and buried it directly.

After that, I lit a small pile of tobacco leaves in front of the grave, and continued to smoke while I was doing it. I looked at the corpses all over the place in a daze. I always felt that it was shameful to waste. Bai once said that food is not easy to grow. Shouldn't something be done?

After the animals die, they return to the land and turn them into fertilizers to nourish the vegetation.

Why not...

Stand up abruptly.

"Squeak! I want to farm! Grow food!"

As if startled by a monkey's weird idea, a flock of birds flew away.

Do whatever you want, wielding a hoe... Golden Cudgel began to actively cultivate the land. First, he dug some holes, smashed the corpses and buried them to make fertilizer, and then made furrows neatly. All these skills were learned from old Huixian, the old monk If you don't have other skills in farming, you are a good hand, um, you have learned a lot.

Bai said that if others know what they can't, they are all learned and capable.

During this period, another mortal came, opened his mouth and closed his mouth to eliminate demons, so the fertilizer in the field became more abundant...

Since then, no one has bothered.

It's not worth it, it's just when all the fairylands are fighting each other to run against the Heavenly Court, the fight is in full swing, there is no need to fight to the death because of a crazy monster, the gain outweighs the loss, and there is no gain.

Make the ridges well, step on the feet and step on the holes one by one, and plant seeds in the footprints...

From then on, the monkey became a farmer.

The happiest thing every day is to squat down and look at the seedlings.

sprout, grow...

When a straw hat breaks, we make a new one, squat on the ground with a hoe and smoke a pipe, eat wild fruit leaves when hungry, and drink water in a ditch when thirsty, look at the farmland, and see the chaos in the world.

There are always refugees passing by with their families in a hurry, desolate and desperate.

The mortal army is gold and iron horses.

No one thinks highly of the farmer in the thatched hut, and he doesn't know that the big monster lives here in seclusion.

Weeds and lonely graves on the ground.

The stone is squatted smooth by a certain monkey, the gray-haired wild monkey wears a straw hat and smokes, watching the chaos in the world, two mortal armies fighting against each other in the wasteland, but they represent the forces of various fairylands, and they are all drifting with the tide.

Scattered arrows deviated from the wind and flew to the fields.

The monkey didn't move at all, the iron arrows jingled as they fell on his body, and he picked up one at random and pulled out his ears.

The wrinkled and ugly face showed doubts.

"Hey, why don't so many people farm the land?"

I don't understand.

I saw a foot-high green seedlings swaying in the ground.

The monkey's paw picks up small stones and throws them at the fat rabbit that steals the crops. This guy has been eating and drinking every day since he planted the field. The seedlings are eaten to the bare poles.

Helplessly shook his head.

Tie a rope to the golden cudgel to serve as a pole, and go to the ditch to carry water to irrigate the crops.

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