New White Snake Asking Immortals

remember a long time ago.

In a peaceful and prosperous age, you can comprehend by watching the farmers planting rice in the rice fields. Now...

Look at the refugees who are not well-dressed and have no food. The monkey is considering 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, a half-ass carpenter. He can also find time to dig graves and rob a large tomb. The monkey is thinking about things. Confusedly dig the wrong grass roots and stuff them in the mouth.

"Bah, squeak~ Bitterness is not delicious."

Shaking his head, spitting, and wiping his mouth indiscriminately, he felt very dull and boring.

I thought the stone next to a thin old man was good, so I walked over and squatted on the stone.

The weak old man shuddered.

I closed my eyes and didn't look at it, I muttered a monster in my mouth, obviously planning to break the jar. I occasionally see evil monsters in life, some eat people and some don't eat people, it doesn't matter, even if they die of illness and starvation, they won't stay. Under the whole body, there is no need to be afraid.

"Squeak, how is it..."

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

Three feet tall, the human robes are always mopping the floor, and the rubbing is full of dust, mud and grass. This thing is comfortable to wear when it is clean. When it is dirty, it is not as good as a coarse cloth jacket, and the surface of donkey dung eggs is shiny.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

I saw the weak and dying old man with a dry tobacco stick attached to his waist.

Stretching out the monkey paws to grab the cigarette rod!

Sudden!

The dead old man grabbed the monkey's paw, his eyes widened, and he tightly protected the dry tobacco rod...

"Monster! This is mine!"

The monkey was not angry, and felt that the old guy was dying and still didn't put down his foreign objects. He sat up in shock from the dying illness, grabbed the tobacco stick and didn't give up. Everyone is a Taoist friend of tobacco leaves, but I really like the tobacco stick.

Anxiously scratching his ears and cheeks, he didn't move his claws to grab it.

"Squeak, old man, how about you sell me this good thing?"

"Don't buy it! Don't buy expensive or cheap!"

The old man's attitude is resolute, even if he dies, he will not give up the cigarette stick. Some people like to gamble, some people are lecherous, and of course some people like tobacco leaves.

"Squeak~"

A certain monkey jumped up and down in a hurry, looked at the wrinkled silk clothes on his body, and suddenly had an idea.

"Squeak, old man, you are about to die, you don't even have a shroud, you will be laughed at by ghosts when you go to the underworld. How about my silk satin?"

"This... the material is really good, it's even better than the robes..."

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

The monkey works harder.

"Squeak, you have tobacco sticks but no tobacco leaves, I have tobacco leaves, why don't you have a puff?"

"Alright, cough, take a sip and go..."

His eyes were fixed on a certain monkey's dirty and wrinkled robe, and the monkey simply took it off and stuffed it to the old man, and touched the cigarette rod by the way.

The old man was shivering and determined to put on the silk shroud, and the monkey dug out the small cloth bag from the package.

Carefully pinch the tobacco leaves, put them in the cigarette bag pot, and then press down with your thumb. The movements are very skillful.

I wanted to ignite it with fire spells at will.

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

Take out two flints.

slap~

Lighting the cigarette pot and taking a sip, the world is so good.

"Whoo~"

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

The old man next to him, panting and wearing a shroud, smelled the fragrance, and was not afraid of death. He came over. In his opinion, this monster is more friendly 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 rod to the old man.

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

"This life is worth it..."

The old leg kicked and breathed.

The monkey just squatted beside the corpse and continued to smoke. Just now, he seemed to have learned something from the old man, but unfortunately he couldn't grasp the clue. If it were that simple, it would not be called epiphany. The White Dragon Cult must be right, although he looks ugly. Delicious but hearty.

Taking a sip of dry smoke, thinking of his friends feels weak.

The monkey at this moment has concealed the arrogance of the past, and was finally led by Bai Moulong to another road, crouching on the stone and thinking hard, instead of killing all the refugees with a stick.

Human race, really strange existence...

Monkeys become dumb monkeys.

Many bandits came to the refugee gathering place.

Sometimes bandits can do good deeds, even if they rob refugees. If they really have food and money, who would be refugees 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 horses to prepare for a career.

Afterwards, a group of practitioners came. They were also recruiting people. They were very determined to kidnap those bandits and bandits. Eighty percent of them were stuffed into the mines and worked as coolies to death.

Yujian came, domineering to the sky.

"Humph! Give you a bite to eat 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.

"Persecuting mortals in broad daylight! You are a bunch of demons!"

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

The leading practitioner sneered.

"The mere ants dare to talk about me, and they are beyond their own capabilities, which is sad."

Feel free to shoot.

The leader of the bandit was killed on the spot, and another group of refugees were implicated and killed. They frightened everyone with brutal means, but they were reluctantly appointed and tied up. Only the old, weak, sick and disabled, and a smoking gray-haired wild monkey... …

The monks thought that the grey monkey was the monkey of the monkey juggler, and the monkey was still alive when the monkey juggernaut died.

"Go and kill that beast."

"Here."

A practitioner went straight to the monkey and sneered and offered a magic weapon.

Then.

With a snap, the cultivator buried half of his body in the soil, and an iron rod wrapped in rags got stuck in his head...

The scene becomes quiet and eerie...

"What a monster! Die!"

The other monks rushed over fiercely. The monkey was still squatting, knocked the cigarette bag pot on the stone, cleaned up the soot, wrapped the cigarette bag, carefully put it in the package, and lifted the iron rod with one hand without raising his head, leaving a few afterimages. , crackling!

There are more holes in the ground.

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

"Evil, you dare to offend our Chong... ah...!"

Before he finished speaking, a stone penetrated his chest and flew into the distance with flesh and blood.

The crowd was quiet for a moment, and then they all knelt down before the monkeys, thanking them for their help.

Beside the corpse of the old man wearing silk, the monkey felt that the world was becoming more and more confusing for the monkey. Instead of kneeling to worship the gods, he kneeled down to himself, the demon monkey. Remember that wasn't the case before?

Monkey is confused...

Refugees and bandits ran away fearing that they would be implicated, leaving the corpses and dying people unable to escape.

Boom!

The sky was muffled with thunder, and the dark clouds weighed down.

wow~

The raindrops poured down, and the broken straw hat could not cover the rain and wet the monkey hair.

The old man's wrinkled and dirty shroud was washed clean by the rain, and the dirt from 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 icy heavy rain. There was only a gray monkey squatting in the empty wasteland, trying to find the Invisible way.

The rain bent the branches and knocked down the leaves, and the bun-sized spider gave up repairing its web and curled up into a ball.

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

The stick shadows flashed, and the tranquility was restored again.

evening.

The rain stopped, and the sky was on fire.

Sitting and seeing 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.

Another group of cultivators flew from the horizon. The monkeys felt like they had stolen honey, and they still squatted. They waited until they beat the arrogant and arrogant visitors to death with several sticks. They quietly watched the afterglow of the sunset, and the familiar sunset.

The deserted night did not change much until the sky was bright.

"Squeak, another day."

I felt that the old man was pleasing to the eye, and planned to bury him before sunrise, leaving the rest of the corpses too lazy to care.

Take out a **** from the package, and skillfully install it on one end of the iron rod to turn it into a farming tool.

Skilled in digging graves and burying them directly.

After that, I lit a small pile of tobacco leaves in front of the grave, and continued to smoke dry tobacco while watching the dead bodies everywhere. I always felt that waste was shameful. Bai once said that food is not easy to grow. Shouldn't something be done?

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

Rather than...

Stand up abruptly.

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

As if surprised by a monkey's strange idea, a group of birds flew away.

Do what you want, wield a hoe... The golden cudgel began to actively cultivate the land, first digging some holes, smashing the corpses and burying them to make fertilizer, and then neatly making the furrows, these skills are all learned from the old Huixian, the old monk If he doesn't have any other skills, he's a good player. Well, there are college questions.

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

During the period, another mortal came, opened his mouth and closed his mouth to eliminate the demon, so the fertilizer in the field was more enriched...

No one has bothered since then.

It's not worth it. It's when the intrigues of the immortal realms are running against the heaven, and the fight is in full swing. There is no need to fight to the death because of a crazy big demon. The gains outweigh the losses, and there is no gain.

Make a good ridge, walk over the footboard and step out pits, and plant seeds in the footprint pits...

Since then, the monkey has become a farmer.

The happiest thing every day is squatting on the ground and watching the seedlings.

sprout, grow...

If the straw hat is broken, I will make a new one. I will carry a **** and squat on the ground to smoke a dry tobacco pole. When I am hungry, I eat wild fruit leaves and drink water in a ditch.

There are always refugees who hurried past with their families and mouths, sad and desperate.

The mortal army is a golden horse.

No one likes the thatched cottage farmer, and I don't know that the big monster lives in seclusion here.

A solitary grave in the weeds.

The stone is squatted by a certain monkey, the gray-haired wild monkey wears a straw hat and smokes, watching the chaos in the world, two mortal armies fight against each other in the wasteland~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It just represents the forces of the fairyland, and they all follow the trend Withered leaves fall.

Scattered arrows deflected by the wind and flew to the fields.

The monkey didn't move at all, and the iron arrow fell on his body with a clanging sound, and he picked one up to dig out his ears.

The wrinkled ugly face showed a look of doubt.

"Squeak, why don't so many people farm?"

I don't understand.

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

The monkey paw picked up the pebbles and threw the fat rabbit that stole the crops. This guy has been eating and drinking every day since he planted the fields.

Shaking his head helplessly.

The rope is tied with a golden hoop to act as a pole, and it goes to the ditch to fetch water to irrigate the crops.

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