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

The monkey squatted on the smooth stone on the ground, put his hand on the pergola and watched, wondering why the scattered immortals who were fighting and dying on the distant hillside did not do something meaningful, the trees were burned, and if it rained, the landslide would surely bury the farmland.

Skillfully took out the dry tobacco stick that had been coiled for a long time from the back waist.

Stuff the tobacco leaves and press your fingers carefully twice.

Syllable~

Light the tobacco leaves on the fire, take a puff, and look at the growth...... The monkey's good field smiled, and the ugly face of the lonely crutch looked even uglier.

"If the harvest is good and the fertilizer is good, the crops will grow well. ”

Spit out a smoke ring, pick at the dirt between your toes, and consider whether to knit straw sandals.

Originally, those corpses had resentment breeding, especially immortal corpses, but the evil qi accumulated by a monkey for countless years was even more terrifying, and the slightest revelation of half a point would disperse the resentment, and the wasteland would become fertile land, and there would be no need to gnaw grass roots and branches when they were ripe for harvest, but unfortunately Bai Moulong couldn't eat it.

Smoking a dry cigarette, the spell blades flying in the sky overhead......

"Squeak, it's all good fertilizer, the monster horn can be changed into a plow stick, and you can also have leftovers. ”

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

Knock twice on the soles of your feet and pin your back again.

Pick up the iron rod......

So, half an acre of land was reclaimed, and there was a new sturdy and durable plough stick.

The monkey's eyes see it thoroughly, countless gods and monsters fight to death for all kinds of interests and resources, captivating mortals to mine and do coolies, robbing mineral deposits and cultivation treasures, and each immortal realm calculates and competes for cultivation resources, and is weak step by step, lest it fall behind.

There was a lot of commotion, and the last to suffer were these ordinary creatures in the mortal world, who were regarded as ants, and looked at the forest, where the birds still chirped in the early morning and the mist rose, but now they were devastated.

"Squeak, sin ......"

Time flies.

A monkey worked diligently in farming, and the grain field was harvested.

The big demon who bent over and hunched over his legs harvested the grain he cultivated for the first time, crushed it into powder with his claws, made a pot of food, and felt a sense of breakthrough, just a little bit of it.

Since it's a little bit closer, it's better to continue farming.

Slowly.

There is a mud-walled thatched hut next to the field, a fence yard, and a well in the yard, and a peach tree by the well.

Year after year, spring ploughing and autumn harvest.

As a white dragon said at the beginning, he restrained his irritability and escaped, and did things seriously, which could be wild and peaceful, like an ordinary old farmer, collecting fertilizer and caring for seedlings, squatting on the ground and smoking a dry tobacco stick looking at the farmland and smirking.

After many years, perhaps the various immortal forces need to recuperate, gradually tranquil, calm before the storm.

Mortals began to colonize the vicinity of the monkeys.

Cultivated wasteland to build houses, from the original family to a small village.

Monkeys like to squat at the gate of the yard to sell stupidity.

At first, there was a couple with children to settle down, the monkey kindly helped to cut down trees and build a house, maybe over the years the gods and demons have seen more monsters, the couple and the family are not afraid, occasionally will send some vegetables and fruits to the monkey neighbor, the neighbors get along happily.

The monkey watched as houses were built, more paths were added to the wasteland, and the cultivated land was slowly increasing.

After many years, the grass and trees on the hillside have returned to their original state, and the village has changed completely to a different appearance.

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

The villagers are accustomed to monkeys, and because there are demon monkeys living in the first place, they have a very down-to-earth village name, called 'Monkey Village'.

Harvest season, it's time, and a breakthrough is just around the corner.

"Squeak, is that so......"

Monkey eyes look at the familiar hillside woods.

Close your eyes and feel the wind blowing through the green valley forest, blowing down the hillside, listening to the ethereal breeze and the monkey hair moving slightly with the wind, as if rippling with the wind towards the fields.

Familiar farmland and villages, familiar mountain breeze.

Quiet stayed for many years.

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

Step by step, over the mountains, catch up with the market, go to relatives, and the dirt roads connect the villages and towns of each family, weaving a big net.

Years of ordinary spring ploughing and autumn harvest.

The monkey knows that when the rice is bowed, it will be the autumn harvest season, and the grain can be cooked and fed.

Sowing, growing, reaping, growing......

Squatting on the ground to look at the heavy grain about to be harvested, listening to the wind, listening to the sound of rice clashing and rubbing, smelling the fragrance of rice fields, I can't hear anything else, and even the monkey's tail has become well-behaved and quiet.

In the distance, the villagers laughed and harvested, reaping heavy joy.

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

Gently, a grain of rice falls off, and in the eyes of the monkey, time seems to slow down, and the rice grains slowly tumble and fall......

Landing, bouncing twice and stationary......

The breeze gently blew the gray hair, the stupid ugly face became more and more happy, there was no fairy music or vision to show the realm of ascension, ordinary to the extreme, finally broke through the slightest obstacle that could not be checked, stepped into a new realm, and felt a certain Tao.

"Squeak squeak~ I understand!

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

It's been many years, the first time I've heard the demon monkey talk, and it's the first time I've seen it so excited.

"Squeak ~ I see!"

"I'll go too~!"

Bend over and bend your legs and kick hard, happily somersaulting, like a sharp arrow soaring into the sky, in the blink of an eye.

......

Still dressed like that.

The monkey continues to wander in search of new insights.

The short period of calm in the fairy realms allowed the mortal world to regain a little vitality, at least for a few years, and the monkeys wandered around casually seeking another breakthrough, an iron rod, a dry tobacco rod and a broken straw hat coarse cloth coat, sometimes rubbing their faces to become children, and also rubbing into short old men.

A lot has been done in just a few years.

For example, picking up work in the coffin shop, digging graves in mass graves, doing vigils, and even deliberately being caught in a cell and squashing in prison every day, until one day they found a special job, ferrying at a big river ferry.

A certain big river, the water is deep, the river is wide and the waves are rapid, the water demon infestation is dangerous and dangerous, and it is difficult for people, gods, demons and monsters to cross.

The two sides of the great rivers of the immortal world are like separate worlds, and the little gods and immortals can't cross it, let alone the cultivators and demons with low mana, the desolate world is not comparable to the small world.

The monkey makes a ferry boat with his excellent carpenter's skills.

Carry wooden stakes nailed into the river beach, and build piers at suitable places on both banks.

Erect a tall pole with a broken flag and a big word written on it, and become a ferrying monkey in search of the ethereal path......

In addition to his own fierce beast ability, the dragon scales given by a certain white are the key, with dragon scales, rivers, lakes and seas can be obtained.

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

One day.

The morning light and cool mist are born.

Wear a straw hat and a robe, and squat on the edge of the pier to fish.

Goodo......

Grab the wine jar and pour it vigorously.

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

There is no wind today, the early morning mist wets the monkey hair, the grass leaves on the roadside condense dewdrops, the river surface seems to be boiling boiling water and rises the mist, the monkeys do not move and keep an eye on the fish drift, relying on fishing to calm down and condense, deep and irritable.

Ferry, so that others can also ferry themselves......