A dirty monkey was curled up in a corner of the rooftop. The wind was strong here, and it was late at night. Even if it had fur on its body, it would still be shivering from the cold.
For these hairy creatures, when their bodies were dirty or sticky, they would be more vulnerable to the cold. The hair they used to keep themselves warm might become the culprit that squeezed out the last bit of heat from their bodies.
The dirty monkey leaned against the low concrete wall,
Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes were cloudy.
It instinctively felt cold, but it didn't know what to do.
During the day,
Yinggou had indeed crushed the paper man and incinerated it.
However, he didn't "eliminate the roots" of the monkey.
Firstly, he didn't have the time.
Secondly, it wasn't necessary.
The exceptional talent had long left. He ended the era of turmoil in hell, reorganizing the order of yin and yang. The endless chaos after Ying Gou was finally pacified.
But he still couldn't resist the tide of the times.
Like a shooting star.
Leaving behind glory.
In the end, it disappeared.
Just like what the monkey had done before, it was nothing more than a final struggle before its time was up.
Right now, it was like a pile of trash that didn't need anyone to clean up. The wind that came along with it would blow it away completely.
However..,
In Hell.
There was also a Yama King chasing after a monkey.
Although he was almost caught,
But it takes time.
Meanwhile, in the mortal realm.
Only a dirty monkey was left, waiting for the end of his life.
He has been, he has seen, he has conquered,
There are obsessions.
But that was only limited to when he was alive.
They were not like those who did not return to the afterlife because of their obsession and stayed in the human world to become ghosts.
The dirty monkey only knew how to do one's best and leave the rest to fate.
The rest..,
Leave it to fate.
The night wind blew over and over again.
Dirty Monkey could feel his body temperature dropping.
Similarly,
The aura of the huge black monkey in Hell grew weaker and weaker.
King Qinguang seemed to have noticed this too.
He just kept following and following.
He did not have any intention of forcefully getting rid of his opponent in advance.
He would never give the other party the chance to act in desperation.
Between the two sides,
They seemed to have reached a tacit understanding.
One was chasing, but it was only for the sake of chasing.
One was running, but only because he wanted to run.
Running,
He would look at the scenery again and reminisce about the hell he had once conquered. When he couldn't run anymore, it would be over.
As for King Qinguang, as long as the other party didn't cause any more destruction, he was willing to send them on their way.
Previously, his Dharmakaya had been shattered. Although the new Dharmakaya that had just been condensed was powerful, it was like a vase that had just been repaired. It always made people want to protect it subconsciously.
This was a duel where time was the only thing that mattered.
The outcome of the battle was already decided.
Right now,
It was nothing more than waiting for time to slowly pass and finally reaching a conclusion that everyone agreed on.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once told King Chujiang.
Every era is a stage.
When someone left the arena, someone else entered the arena.
This was the law.
It was also a theorem.
The current situation.
It was nothing more than a reinterpretation of the theorem.
On the rooftop.
Dirty Monkey silently took out the silver mask that he had been keeping beside him.
It put the mask back on its face.
…
"Phew …"
Lawyer an, who had just taken a shower, came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.
He poured himself a glass of orange juice.
Anyway, he didn't go up to sleep but to meditate. He didn't need this bit of time.
Lawyer an smiled as he glanced at the torn cards in the trash can behind the bar counter.
A woman's interest was always a gust of wind.
At this moment.
Lawyer an seemed to hear a vibrating sound.
He bent down.
He looked under the bar counter.
Was someone's phone ringing?
He found it.
It wasn't a phone.
It was a mask.
There were some cracks on the mask, but it was vibrating now.
"Magic Weapon?
Communication Magic Weapon? "
Lawyer an picked up the mask.
He looked around.
Xu Qinglang was here just now. Where was he now?
Actually.
The silver mask had always been held by the Little Monkey. Boss Zhou had answered the phone a few times, but every time, he played the game of "Take off your head and kick it like a ball" with him. He simply threw it to the Little Monkey.
At this moment, the Little Monkey went to the pharmacy to accompany the old priest, so he didn't wear the mask.
Lawyer an hesitated.
Alright.
No matter who it was,
He would help pick it up first.
Then.
Lawyer an put on the mask.
… …
"Boss, should I bring more or less clothes?"
"There's no need to bring too much. We should be going into the old forest. We have to walk a lot. It's inconvenient to bring too many things."
"It's fine. I can carry it anyway."
"Then... Okay."
After simply packing a few more clothes, Yingying looked at the time and felt that it was about time. She took the initiative to go to bed and lay down on the side of the bed. She said,
"Boss, it's time for you to rest."
"Okay."
Zhou Ze woke up from his sleep.
Yingying carefully picked up a blanket and covered Zhou Ze's stomach.
The two of them had slept together too many times. They had long formed a natural tacit understanding between them. Everyone was very used to it. At the same time, they enjoyed this atmosphere.
When he woke up,
He had to set off for the northeast.
He didn't know why.
Zhou Ze felt a little uneasy about this trip to the northeast. It was as if he had a premonition that something was going to happen.
But this was life. Sometimes, it seemed that you were given a choice, but in reality, you didn't have a choice at all.
The old priest's business, his own business, including Yinggou's business,
Choose one of the three.
It seemed to give you plenty of choice.
But it still forced you to use Huashan's one path... the dragon vein.
The Book of Life and Death of Yin Si was not something that could defy the heavens and change fate. What it could do was to help Zhou Ze get along with the "System" like a fish in water.
It did not have the ability to directly plunder your luck, nor could it turn you into the so-called battery. However, if he continued down this path, he would be one with Zhou Ze. Oh no, it was a soul. Yinggou would definitely become a sacrifice on this path.
This was an open scheme, open and aboveboard.
This was perhaps the most helpless thing about Yinggou.
"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong. Boss, phone call."
Lawyer an's voice came from the door.
Zhou Ze sat up from the bed.
Yingying put on her clothes.
She went to open the door.
Lawyer an stood at the door with a silver mask.
He said to Zhou Ze,
"Boss, someone called."
As he spoke, Lawyer an pointed at the silver mask.
"I just picked it up. He said he wasn't looking for me."
Zhou Ze raised his head in surprise and asked,
"It talked to you?"
Boss Zhou was a little surprised.
Previously, boss Zhou thought that communicating with the little monkey was because they were both monkeys. It was only natural for them to not talk to him and just play games.
But how could he communicate with Lawyer an?
"Aiya, he even took off his head and kicked it like a ball. Doesn't this mean that he wants me to get lost and let someone else answer the phone?
Of course I'm not going to foolishly kick a ball around with him. I'm not stupid. "
"..." Zhou Ze.
"Boss, do you answer?" Lawyer an asked.
"Go to the pharmacy and give it to the little monkey."
"Oh, looking for the monkey?"
Lawyer an nodded.
"Then, Boss, you continue to rest. We still have to hurry tomorrow."
..
In the pharmacy ward, the little monkey took the mask from Lawyer an. Lawyer an looked at the old priest for a while before leaving.
The little monkey held the mask in his hand.
There was resentment on his face.
But as the mask continued to tremble,
The little monkey hesitated for a moment.
In the end, he put it on his face.
"Squeak Squeak Squeak!!!!"
The little monkey shouted.
It needed to question, it needed to curse, it needed to blame. It was very angry.
And on the other side.
The doll in the red dudou sat on the table.
He waved his hand.
Just like that, he listened to the female doll representing the little monkey call out.
In the depths of his eyes.
There was a deep sense of nostalgia in his eyes.
It was as if he was looking at himself from countless years ago.
..
In Hell.
King Qinguang chased the big black monkey all the way to the swamp.
According to legend.
A long time ago.
This was a border between Hell and the world of the living. It was once the location of the Bridge of Helplessness. However, this place had always been unstable. Ordinary dead souls would be strangled and disintegrated when they passed through this place. However, some of the giants of the Yin and Yang regions could enter and exit this place. It was also called smuggling.
Later.
The first generation set up a seal here and forcefully fused this area. Only then did it completely block this place.
When the Big Black Monkey ran here.
It stopped.
Its feet stepped in the swamp.
It looked around.
It was as if it was reminiscing.
King Qinguang also stopped and sized up the place.
According to legend.
Countless years ago.
It was here that the first generation met the Purple Gold Divine Monkey.
The Divine Monkey was dormant for the charm of the first generation.
He willingly became a divine beast under him. Later on, he accompanied him on his conquest of the world.
The meeting of this man and monkey directly led to the birth of Yin Si. Later on, many interesting stories and legends about this man and monkey were formed.
However, legends were always somewhat beautified and inevitably distorted.
For example, the emperors of the world of the living, especially the founding emperors. The history books would often record that they were born with multicolored light or auspicious signs, or that their mothers had always been busy dreaming about dragons, phoenixes, and other immortals.
In fact.
The monkey remembered.
It was here that he had met the first generation for the first time.
However, it was a lie that he had been dormant by the charm of the first generation.
However.
The monkey had indeed been attracted by the first generation.
It was not because of the first generation's handsomeness and celestial talent.
It was because of the ten carriages of bananas pulled up by the Ox-head and Horse-face that followed behind the first generation.
..
In the space created by the mask communicator.
Communication.
It was still going on.
"Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak!!!!"
"Squeak."
"Squeak Squeak Squeak!!!!"
"Squeak."
"Squeak!!!!!"
"Squeak..."
"Squeak?"
"..."
"Squeak Squeak Squeak!!!!"
..
In Hell, the black monkey's body began to collapse. Its declining body began to merge into the black swamp, merging into the place where it had first met the first generation.
King Qinguang witnessed this scene from the side.
The world of the living.
On the rooftop.
The dirty monkey was drooling and smiling.
His face gradually froze.
The silver mask that was originally worn on his face.
It slowly fell off as well.
It.
It was over.