New White Snake Asking Immortals

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

The monkeys squatted on the smooth rocks and watched with their hands under the awning, wondering why those Sanxians who were beating their lives to death on the hillside in the distance did not do meaningful things. The trees were all burned, and if it rained, landslides would bury the farmland.

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

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

snap~

I lit the tobacco leaves with a fire, took a sip, and looked at the growth... the fertile land of the monkey smiled innocently, and the lonely and ugly face looked even uglier.

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

Breathe out a smoke ring, pick the dirt between the toes, and consider whether to weave straw sandals.

Originally, those corpses were filled with resentment, especially immortal corpses, but the evil spirit accumulated by a certain monkey for countless years is even more terrifying. It can dissipate the resentment just by revealing it, and turn the wasteland into a fertile field. It is a pity that Bai The dragon can't eat it.

Smoking dry cigarettes, magic weapons flying around in the sky above his head...

"Zhi, they are all good fertilizers. The monster horns can be changed into plow sticks, and there are still leftovers."

Squatting on the ground to watch the excitement in a daze, and unknowingly finished smoking.

Knock the soles of the feet twice, and pin the lower back again.

Pick up the iron rod...

As a result, another half acre of land was reclaimed, and a new durable plow stick was obtained.

The monkey sees it clearly, countless gods and monsters are fighting for various profit resources, plundering mortals to dig mines to do coolies, robbing mines and treasures of cultivation, all fairy realms are calculating with each other to compete for cultivation resources, step by step weak, lest they fall behind to people.

After making noises, the last ones to suffer are ordinary creatures who are regarded as ants in the mortal world. Look at the forest, the birdsong was still melodious in the morning and the mist rose, but now it is full of devastation.

"Zhi, what a crime..."

time flies.

A certain monkey worked diligently in farming, and it was harvest time in the grain field.

The hunched and bow-legged big monster harvested the grain he cultivated for the first time,

Grind it into powder with claws, make a pot and eat it, and feel the faint sense of breakthrough, just a little bit less.

Since it is close, then continue farming.

slowly.

Next to the field, there are more mud-walled thatched houses, a fenced yard, a well in the yard, and a peach tree beside the well.

Year after year, spring plowing and autumn harvest.

Just like what a certain Bailong said back then, restrain your irritability and escape, and do things seriously, you can be wild and calm, like an ordinary old farmer, collecting fertilizers to take care of the seedlings, squatting on the ground and smoking a pipe, looking at the farmland and giggling .

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

Mortals began to gather around the monkeys.

Reclaim wasteland and build houses, from the first household to a small village.

Monkeys like to squat at the gate of the yard to show off.

At first, there was a couple who brought their children to settle down, and the monkey kindly helped to cut wood and build a house. Maybe these years, they have seen many gods, monsters and ghosts. joy.

The monkey eyes witnessed the building of houses, the addition of paths in the wasteland, and the gradual increase of cultivated land.

How many years have passed, the vegetation on the hillside has returned to its original state, and the village has changed in a completely different way.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the gray hairy monkey on the rock.

The villagers are used to monkeys, and because there were monster monkeys who lived there first, they named the village "Monkey Village" very down-to-earth.

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

"Squeak, is that so..."

The monkey looked at the familiar hillside woods.

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

Familiar farmland and villages, familiar mountain breeze.

Lived quietly for many years.

I have never left the village, but I heard from the villagers that the dirt road can go to many places.

Step by step over the mountains, going to the market, visiting relatives, and dirt roads connecting households and villages and small towns, weaving a big net.

Years of ordinary spring plowing and autumn harvest.

The monkey knows that the autumn harvest will come when the rice bows its head, and the grain can be cooked and eaten.

Sow, grow, reap, live forever...

Squatting on the ground to look at the heavy grains that are about to be harvested, listening to the wind, listening to the rustle of rice colliding and rubbing, smelling the fragrance of the rice fields, and hearing nothing else, even the monkey's tail has become cute and quiet.

In the distance, the villagers laughed and harvested, and the harvest was full of joy.

The monkey's eyes were 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 grains slowly roll and fall...

Land, bounce twice and stand still...

The breeze gently blows the gray hair, and the dull ugly face is getting more and more joyful. There is no fairy music or vision to show the improvement of the realm. It is ordinary to the extreme. Realm, comprehend some kind of Taoism.

"Zhizhizhi~ I understand! I understand!"

The villagers stopped their farm work and straightened their backs to watch the gray monkeys in the village jump and do somersaults.

It's been many years, and it's the first time I've heard the monster monkey talk, and it's also the first time I've seen it so excited. In the past, I would just squat on a stone in a daze and smoke cigarettes.

"Squeak~ So that's how it is!"

"I'll go too~!"

Bending down, bending legs and kicking hard, somersaulting happily, like a sharp arrow soaring into the sky, thousands of miles in a blink of an eye.

...

Still in that attire.

The monkey continued to wander in search of new insights.

The short-lived peace in each fairyland restores a little vitality to the mortal world. At least it can be stable for a few years. Monkeys roam around casually seeking another breakthrough. Will rub into a little old man.

A lot has been done in just a few years.

For example, I worked as a coffin laying job, went to mass graves to dig graves, worked as a night watchman, and was even deliberately caught in a cell and spent every day in prison until I found a special job one day, ferrying a ferry across a river.

A certain big river, the water is deep, the river is wide and the waves are turbulent, and the water monsters are invading and dangerous, and it is difficult for humans, gods, ghosts and ghosts to cross.

The great rivers and rivers in the fairy world are like a world away, and even small gods and immortals can't cross them, let alone low-power practitioners and monsters. The prehistoric world is not comparable to a small world.

Monkey builds a ferry boat with his excellent carpentry skills.

Carry wooden piles and nail them into the river beach, and build piers at suitable places on both banks.

Put up a tall pole with a broken flag on it and a big word for ferry, and act as a ferry monkey to seek the ethereal and hard-to-find way...

In addition to relying on his own beast skills, the dragon scales presented by a certain white are the key. With dragon scales, rivers, lakes and seas can be found.

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

some day.

The morning light and cool mist are born.

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

gurgling...

Grab the wine jar and pour it boldly.

A pot of wine, a monkey fishing alone and a river autumn, waiting for business to come.

There is no wind today, the early morning mist wets the monkey's hair, the grass leaves on the roadside condense with dew, the river surface seems to be boiled with boiling water, and the mist rises.

Ferry, so that others can also use this to ferry themselves...

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