In his ear,
It was the sound of the wind,
In his chest,
Because of the appearance of this huge penetrating wound, there was also the whistling of the wind.
Those winds..,
In his bones, in his body, shuttled, collided, and circled..,
As if the prelude of a symphony had sounded.
And this..,
For himself..,
Was the final note of the final chapter.
The old monkey knew,
It was over,
It was finally over,
After so long..,
In the end, there was no way to continue.
Before a person died, it seemed that they would habitually ignore the flow of time, and many images would appear in their minds
It was like a judge would make a summary of you before he executed his sentence on a person
At this moment..,
When he fell from the body of the Yama King,
The eyes of the old monkey gradually lost their luster,
It was as if he had seen a bonfire on that summer night,
A man in white came to the wild forest,
At that time..,
He and the labourers were locked in a fierce battle over a spiritual spring in the forest.
That man appeared,
He said,
Don't worry,
He came to help mediate.
Then..,
He beat himself and the labourer up.
The mediation was over,
The spiritual spring belonged to him,
Later..,
He built a thatched hut next to the spiritual spring.
At that time, he and the labourer were still underage, but because of their bloodline, they were not to be underestimated among the local demons.
Seeing such a sage-like middle-aged man appear..,
And the other party was so powerful..,
After he and the labourer were beaten up..,
They knelt at his feet,
They shouted to "Immortal" to accept us.
Then..,
He beat himself and the labourer up again.
He said,
Don't mention the word "Immortal" to him,
"Immortal" was just a fart, it was unbearably smelly.
However..,
He said,
He could accept one. This was the rule. He could only accept one.
He said that he didn't like this rule either. He also said that it took him a long time to overcome his allergy to hair.
However, this rule was set by his ancestors. There was nothing he could do about it.
He felt that the generation before him, the generation before him, the generation before him, and the generation before him might not have liked monkeys, but who asked the oldest ancestor to like monkeys?
It was best to catch monkeys from generation to generation, and it would be best if there were no duplicates.
He said that he had searched for a long time before he found him and Banshan.
He felt a little helpless and a little disgusted.
He sighed.
I'll just make do with it.
He threw a firefly into the old forest, waved his hand, picked up a pot of wine, and drank by himself.
At the same time, he smiled and said,
"Go look for it."
His smile was like a ferocious dog that knocked into the heartstrings of himself and Banshan.
He and the laborer were really like two hunting dogs. They ran into the forest together and began to search.
Three days later.
He caught the firefly and came out happily.
The laborer who moved the mountain was dejected.
But he said,
"The one he wants is the one he hasn't found."
Then..,
He accepted the laborer who moved the mountain.
He didn't understand. Even now, he couldn't understand.
What was wrong with him?
Why would he be treated differently?
This was a game. Victory or defeat depended on his whims.
That summer.
He had caught a firefly.
But because of this, he lost the tomorrow he wanted.
He lived in the forest for ten years.
Although he didn't accept himself.
Normally, he would teach her cultivation equally with the labourers who moved the mountains.
He had put in a lot of effort.
To please him.
To improve.
He wanted to squeeze out the laborer who moved the mountain and replace him.
Or,
Let him break the rules and accept two!
But ten years later.
He was going to leave.
He took away the laborer who moved the mountain.
He left himself.
It was also a summer night.
He didn't ride the clouds and fly to the sky like immortals.
Instead, he went straight to the ground.
He himself said that he liked the sky. However, the sky was too shabby. The houses were expensive. The pavilions were all deceptive advertisements. The timing was all old and shabby.
He also said that he also felt that going to the ground was a little rustic. However, his family's business was underground. He had come out to play for ten years and had achieved nothing. Sigh, he could only go back and inherit the family property of the entire Hell.
He said, "Bitter, bitter."
He was the king of Hell.
His home.
From generation to generation.
In charge of Hell.
Controlling Yin and Yang.
He left. The laborer who moved the mountain also left.
He sat in front of the small wooden hut.
He sat for three days and three nights.
He couldn't figure it out.
Even if a thousand years had passed.
He still couldn't figure it out.
Why didn't he choose him back then?
Why?
Why?
What … was wrong with him?
He was so smart!
If he had taken him away at that time and left behind the laborer who moved the mountain,
He had confidence.
He was now.
He was still the king of Hell!
The last time they met,
He was gone.
The one who came back was the laborer who moved the mountain.
The laborer said that he had left. After listening to the Bodhisattva's words, he left.
Then.
He had beaten up the laborer who moved the mountain.
The laborer stood there and didn't move.
He let himself beat him up.
In fact, when it came to fighting, it was hard to say when he was young. But when he grew up, he really couldn't beat the laborer. Looking at his name, he definitely couldn't beat him.
Then.
The laborer also left. Before he left, he said that he wanted to guard the things he left behind.
He was gone.
What's the use of guarding the things?
So many years had passed.
The bonfire on a summer night when he was young.
The carp in the cold pond in his twilight years.
The only thing that was gratifying was.
He was still.
He had been puzzled, deeply puzzled.
He was not only puzzled. Why didn't he choose him?
At the same time.
Why did he end up like that.
This was even more unbelievable than choosing the laborer instead of himself!
Now.
It seemed that with the rapid loss of his life force,
As the bell of his death had begun to ring,
He still couldn't understand.
But it seemed that... he had seen it through a little.
Many things were blurry and unclear when they were seen in the fog. After seeing it through, they could see it more clearly.
The old monkey smiled.
He lay on the ground.
He fell into the muddy swamp.
The black and muddy rainwater washed over his decaying body over and over again.
"Ah..."
It wasn't a scream.
It wasn't a scream.
It wasn't an unconscious sigh.
In this cry,
It was with understanding.
It was enlightenment.
"Hahahaha..."
The King of Hell's dharma body slowly stood up.
In the distance.
The middle-aged man also slowly stood up.
He clapped his hands.
He tidied his collar.
The dharma body lifted its foot.
It stepped on the old monkey's chest.
"Your era has long ended. Why are you still here?"
His voice.
It came from lawyer an's mouth.
At this moment, lawyer an.
He was standing next to the old monkey.
He was almost facing the old monkey's ear.
The old monkey continued to laugh. His laughter was weak.
Lawyer an's eyes were filled with fear. He felt that this was ridiculous.
That person.
That person.
It was really the King of Hell!
"Mount Tai has collapsed. The Prefect is dead."
The old monkey heard this.
Its huge body trembled.
It retorted.
"Mount Tai... is immortal."
The middle-aged man smiled as well. His gaze began to slowly rise. He began to chase after the black figure.
Back then.
He thought that he had been exiled forever.
He didn't expect him to be alive.
Didn't you want to find the last Mount Tai?
They were really fated.
To think that he would be together with this monkey.
The two of them, the old and the young, were huddling together for warmth?
This combination was not bad.
At the same time.
It was ridiculous.
The middle-aged man raised his hand.
Yama's dharma body raised his hand.
Lawyer an also raised his hand.
A black curtain slowly descended from the sky.
It sealed the space that the black figure wanted to move.
Since he had appeared,
He didn't want to leave.
You mad dog.
You have to end here.
The poison that belonged to Mount Tai had to be cleaned up!
In this way,
This trip back to the sun.
He had done a lot.
He had wanted to help Truth Listener bring a snack back.
He didn't expect that he would get two unexpected gains.
Interesting.
Interesting.
Just like this sinful guy.
Both of them made him feel happy.
"Even if the Prefect is reborn and appears in front of This King, believe it or not, This King still has the ability to let him know:
What is the vicissitudes of life.
What is the vicissitudes of time.
What is the vicissitudes of life!
The stage.
It no longer belongs to you.
Either.
Roll down obediently.
Or.
Be kicked down! "
Lawyer an shouted these words.
Then.
He saw the old monkey raise his hand.
As long as this hand fell.
He would be smashed into meat paste.
Even under this terrifying gale.
His soul would not be spared.
Lawyer an panicked.
He wanted to shout that he was wrong. He wanted to shout that he had no choice. But he couldn't control his body at all.
"A villain who betrayed his master for glory... A bastard who stole a high position. Do you want to learn from our Old Monkey Family?"
The old monkey's thug slowly put down and placed it beside Lawyer an.
Teacher An Lu heaved a sigh of relief.
"Ten Halls, King of Hell. Hehe, Yin and Yang are about to change. Even I know that Yin and Yang are about to change.
When the time comes.
Who do you think you are? "
The middle-aged man was not angry. He just said calmly,
"You don't have to worry about This King's matters. You won't see that day.
Go down.
Your time has come.
Go down and look.
Maybe you can find that trash. "
As he spoke,
The middle-aged man suddenly said, "Oh."
He smiled.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I'm in charge of the next one."
"Trash... thing?"
"At this time, you're still eager to protect your master?"
"Trash... thing?"
"A good hand is played badly. If it's not trash, then what is it?"
"You.. Very good."
The King of Hell's dharma body grabbed the black figure above. He caught it. He had already caught it.
"I'm going... going down."
The old monkey suddenly sighed.
"Admit it?" The middle-aged man asked.
"I don't dare to go down. Because. Because he said. He said that he's in charge."
Hearing this,
The middle-aged man's divine sense began to spread out quickly.
The old monkey's words were not directed at him!
"Boom!"
The old monkey used the last bit of its strength to smash its fist on the ground.
The terrifying shockwave quickly spread out.
It directly interfered with the middle-aged man's divine sense search.
At the same time.
The old monkey used the last bit of its strength.
It puffed out its broken chest.
It shouted in a hoarse voice.
"I only have one request. One request. Let him... Don't worry about it. It's too dark down there. I'm afraid of the dark.
Just let him … … accompany me … … down there … … as a companion … … "
In the distant col.
Boss Zhou, who had been standing in the heavy rain for a long time,
Nodded.
He said.
"Okay."