Remember a long time ago.

In the peaceful and prosperous era, you can understand by watching the farmers transplant rice in the rice fields, and now you can ......

Look at the homeless people who are not clothed and hungry, the monkey considers whether to go back to the mountain to eat peaches for a few years before going down the mountain, Zhuquan Temple is inseparable from his own half-baked carpenter, and he can also take the time to dig graves and rob the tombs.

"Phew, squeak~ bitter is not delicious. ”

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

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

The frail old man shuddered.

Close your eyes and don't look at it, muttering a monster in your mouth, obviously planning to break the jar and break it, you will occasionally see evil monsters in life, there are people who eat people and those who don't eat people, it doesn't matter, even if you die of illness and starvation, you won't leave a whole corpse, there is no need to be afraid.

"Squeak, how is it good ......"

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

Three feet tall, human robes are always mopping the floor, rubbing all the dust, mud and grass blades, this thing is comfortable to wear when it is clean, and it is not as good as a coarse cloth gown when it is dirty, and the surface of donkey dung and eggs is bright.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

I saw a frail old man with a dry cigarette stick pinned to his waist.

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

Suddenly!

The old man grabbed the monkey's paw, his eyes widened and he was guarding the dry tobacco stick......

"It's mine!"

The monkey was not angry, and sighed that the old guy was dying and did not put down the foreign object, sat up in shock in the dying illness, grabbed the cigarette stick and did not give up.

Anxiously scratched his ears and cheeks, but did not move his claws to rob him.

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

"Don't buy it!

The old man has a resolute attitude, even if he dies, he will not give up the cigarette stick, some people are good gamblers, some people are lustful, and of course there will be people who are good at tobacco.

"Squeak squeak~"

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

"Squeak, old man, you're dying, you don't even have a shroud, you will be laughed at by ghosts when you go to the underworld, what do you look like with this satin?"

"This ...... The material is so good, even better than the staff's robes......"

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

The monkey worked harder.

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

"Okay, ahem, take a sip to get on the road......"

Staring at the dirty and wrinkled robe of a certain monkey, the monkey simply took off the stuff and gave it to the old man, and touched the cigarette stick by the way, and the atmosphere was pleasant.

The old man trembled and struggled to put on a silk shroud, and the monkey pulled out a small cloth bag from the package.

Carefully pinch the tobacco leaves, put them in the tobacco bag pot, and then press them with your thumbs, and the action is very skillful.

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

Suddenly I felt that there was no soul in doing that......

Pull out two flints.

Syllable~

Light the cigarette pouch pot and take a sip gently, it's so good in the mortal world.

"Whew~"

Spit out a standard smoke ring and squat on a stone to smoke a dry cigarette.

The panting old man in the shroud next to him smelled the fragrance, and he came over without fear of death...... Monkey, it's worth meeting before you die.

A certain monkey was very generous and handed the cigarette stick to the old man, you take a bite and I swallow the clouds and spit out the fog.

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

"In this life, it's worth it......"

The old leg kicked and choked.

The monkey squatted on the side of the corpse and continued to smoke dry cigarettes, just now, it seemed to have sensed something from the old man, but unfortunately he couldn't grasp the clue, if it was so simple, it wouldn't be called an epiphany, the White Dragon Sect must be right, although it looks a little ugly but has a good heart.

Taking a sip of dry tobacco, I think of my friend and feel weak.

At this moment, the monkey covered up his mania in the past, and was finally led by Bai Moulong to another avenue, squatting on the stone and thinking hard, instead of knocking all the homeless people to death with a stick.

Terran, what a strange existence......

Monkeys become stupid monkeys.

Many bandits came to the place where the homeless people gathered.

Sometimes, bandits can also do some good deeds, even if they rob the homeless, who will be the homeless people and rob them if they really have food and money? Could it be that they are hungry for the thick mud on their bodies?

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

Then, a group of cultivators came, who were also recruited, and they were very tough and wanted to take those bandits and bandits away together, and eighty percent of them were stuffed into the mine pit to do coolies to death.

Edgeworth came, domineering.

"Hmph, I'll give you a bite to eat, take it all away!"

There was a sudden panic, and the bandit leader naturally knew the true face of these so-called monks, and opened his mouth to scold angrily.

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

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

The cultivator at the head sneered.

"Even ants dare to talk about us, it's sad that they don't measure their own strength. ”

Feel free to shoot.

The bandit leader was killed on the spot, and a group of homeless people were implicated and killed, and the cruel methods frightened everyone, and they had no choice but to be restrained, leaving only some old, weak, sick and disabled, and a gray-haired wild monkey smoking......

The monks thought that the gray monkey was a monkey of the monkey man, and the monkey man was dead and the monkey was still alive.

"Go, and slew the beast. ”

"Wow. ”

Some cultivators went straight to the monkey and sneered and offered the magic weapon.

And then.

With a snap, the monk was half buried in the earth, his skull stuck in an iron rod wrapped in rags......

The scene became quiet and eerie......

"What a wicked!

The rest of the monks rushed over viciously, but the monkey was still squatting, knocking the cigarette pouch pot on the stone, cleaning up the ashes, wrapping the cigarette pouch, carefully putting it into the package, and lifting the iron rod with one hand without raising his head, leaving a few afterimages and crackling!

There were a few more pits in the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the monk turned around and fled, and did not forget to say cruel words.

"Demon, you dare to offend our Chong...... Ah......h

Before he finished speaking, a stone pierced his chest and flew into the distance with flesh and blood, just now majestic, and in the blink of an eye, it fell to the ground stained with sludge, grass and dust.

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then they all knelt down in front of the monkeys, thanking them for their help.

Next to the corpse of the old man in silk, the monkey felt that the world was becoming more and more confusing to the monkey, and instead of kneeling to worship the gods, he knelt down to his own demon monkey, remember that it was not like this before?

The monkey is confused......

The homeless people and bandits fled for fear of being affected, leaving some corpses and dying people unable to escape.

Thundered!

The sky thundered and dark clouds topped down.

Boom~

The raindrops poured down, and the broken straw hat couldn't hold the rain, wetting the monkey hair.

The old man's crumpled and dirty shroud was washed away by the rain, and the mud and dirt on his body were washed away, and he walked decently, while the rest of the dying homeless people were sent to the underworld by the cold rain, and only a gray monkey squatted in the empty wasteland, trying to find the unsearchable way.

The rain bent the branches and dropped the leaves, and the big steamed spiders gave up mending their webs and curled up in clumps.

The sky is shining in the rain, and the monks in the same clothes as the corpses on the ground are killed, and take revenge?

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

Evening.

The rain stopped, and the sky burned the clouds.

Sit and see the end of the sunset, the crows are full of wings, the air is fresh, and the colors of the mountains, trees, grass, and so on are obvious.

Another group of cultivators flew in the sky, and the monkey felt like stealing honey, but still squatted down, and waited until he got close to the arrogance of the comer, beating the arrogant comer to death with a few sticks in a row, quietly watching the afterglow of the sunset, and watching the familiar sunset.

Little changed in the middle of the night until it was dark.

"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, and the rest of the corpses were too lazy to care.

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

Skillfully dug the grave and buried it directly.

After that, light a small pile of tobacco leaves in front of the grave, do it and continue to smoke dry tobacco, look at the corpses everywhere in a daze, always feel that it is shameful to waste, Bai once said, food growth is not easy, who knows that the meat on the plate, all the pieces are hard, should I do something?

When the beast dies, it returns to the land and is turned into fertilizer to nourish the grass and trees.

As......

Stood up sharply.

"Squeak, I want to plant, I want to grow grain!"

It seems that he was startled by the strange idea of a certain monkey, and a flock of birds flew away.

Do what you want, wield a hoe...... The golden hoop stick began to actively plow the land, first digging some pits, smashing the corpse and burying it to make fertilizer, and then neatly making ditches, these skills are all learned from the old Huixian, the old monk has other skills without farming but is a good hand, well, there is a university question.

Bai said that others will not be able to do it themselves, they are all knowledgeable and capable.

During this period, another mortal immortal came, opened his mouth and closed his mouth to get rid of demons, so the fertilizer in the field was more abundant......

No one bothered from then on.

It's not cost-effective, it is at a time when the intrigues of the various immortal realms are squeezing the heavenly court, and the fight is in full swing, there is no need to fight to the death because of a neurotic demon, the gains outweigh the losses, and there is no gain.

Make the ridges, walk through the feet and step out of the pits, and sow seeds into the footprint pits......

From then on, the monkey became a farmer.

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

Sprouting, growing......

When the straw hat is broken, make a new one, carry a hoe and squat on the ground to smoke a dry tobacco stick, eat wild fruits and leaves when you are hungry, lie down on the ditch to drink water when you are thirsty, look at the farmland, and see the chaos in the world.

There are always homeless people rushing by with their families, miserable and desperate.

The mortal army Jin Ge Iron Horse.

No one can look down on the thatched cottage farmer, and he doesn't know that the big demon lives in seclusion here.

The ground is barren and the grass is lonely.

The stone was squatted by a certain monkey, the gray-haired wild monkey wore a straw hat and smoked, watching the chaos in the world, and the two mortal armies fought against each other in the wasteland, but they were just representing the various immortal forces, all of which were withered leaves drifting with the tide.

Scattered arrows flew away from the wind and into the fields.

The monkey didn't move, the iron arrow landed on the body and clanged, picking up one and plucking out the ear.

The wrinkled and ugly face showed a puzzled look.

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

I don't understand.

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

The monkey paw picked up the pebbles and threw the fat rabbit that stole the crops, which has been eating and drinking every day since the fields were planted, and the seedlings were eaten into bare rods, and it was really hateful to get it for nothing, and it was impossible to drive it away.

Shook his head helplessly.

Ropes were tied to the golden hoop rods to serve as flat poles, and they went to the ditch to fetch water to irrigate the crops.