The Monkey King

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step!" After finally digesting those pessimistic emotions, the monkey shouted standing on the top of the mountain.

Spreading his legs, he set off.

With almost no preparation and regardless of Canary's worries, he set off.

Perhaps behind this extremely strong motivation, there is also a pessimistic mentality. There is quite a tragic feeling like "the wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and a strong man will never come back".

He kept saying words to encourage morale, ostensibly speaking to the canary, but actually speaking to himself.

Can we successfully reach Xianyue Sanxing Cave on this journey?

In fact, where does he have any confidence in his heart?

The world unfolding in front of us obviously contains too many surprises, and everything cannot be explained clearly in a "Journey to the West".

How could he be willing to just stay in this place like this, with no way to advance or retreat?

As Canary expected, there were wolves in this desert.

Not long after, the monkey was trapped on a dead tree in the desert.

He curled up tremblingly, with the hungry wolf underneath.

These ferocious animals circled around the dead wood, constantly digging at the trunk of the dead wood with their claws, and saliva dripping from their mouths.

The howl was like a heavy hammer hitting the monkey's chest.

Terrified.

As long as one accidentally falls, he will be eaten by the wolves until no bones are left.

At that moment, squatting on this dead tree, the monkey felt as if he was walking on a tightrope. Although he had perfected his ability to climb trees, he still felt like he would slip at any time.

For a moment, the monkey regretted and was shaken.

Maybe he really shouldn't have come in such a hurry... But is there any use in regretting at this time?

For three full days, during those three days, the canary kept running back and forth, bringing him bitter wild fruits and even two drops of clear water.

From her dark little eyes, Monkey could see that she was tired, but she still forced a smile.

Feeling a little sour in his heart, the monkey said, "Quier, I'm sorry."

He no longer called her "tit", nor "sparrow", not "canary", but sparrow.

It naturally became her name.

"Sorry for what?"

"I shouldn't have dragged you along."

"What are you talking about? Didn't you say you wanted to become an immortal and marry me? Do you want to regret it? I'll peck you to death!" Que'er angrily rushed towards the monkey.

The monkey hid in a panic, but laughed happily, making the wolves below bewildered.

Those words made him sweet to the bottom of his heart. Here, he is not alone.

On the third day, the same hungry wolves dispersed reluctantly. Queer led the monkey to the oasis as quickly as possible, and he was saved again.

Drinking the sweet spring water, the monkey who came back from another walk around the gate of hell stood on the stone and solemnly swore: "I swear, when I have completed the seventy-two transformations, I will marry Que'er!"

"What if you succeed in cultivation but I can't?" Que'er asked worriedly.

"Can't you succeed?" The monkey thought for a moment: "If you can't succeed, I will steal Taishang Laojun's elixir. You can become an immortal by eating one pill of it. There used to be a girl named Chang'e who ate it and became an immortal." Fairy!"

Que'er, who was almost exhausted, chuckled. She didn't know if it would come true, but she liked to hear it.

How silly.

It took them more than a month to successfully cross the desert.

What followed was not a lush forest, but a lifeless looking bush. Except for some drought-resistant plants, the rest were all dead - it had not rained here for a year.

In this lifeless world, almost everything is yellow, the land is yellow, the sky is yellow, and even the greenery you see by chance is tinged with yellow.

The air was filled with the same desperate smell as always.

"It's not raining?" The monkey thought: "Shouldn't the rain in this world be controlled by the Dragon King? Have the people here done something to offend heaven?"

Along the way, you can occasionally see the bones of some large animals - such as horses, cows, deer, etc. It felt as if the desert of death had not ended, but was continuing.

"They say fire and water are merciless, and heaven seems no more merciless than nature."

They wandered through the woods in trepidation.

Vultures circled in the sky, forcing the monkey to carry a stick with him.

Eagles may not be interested in attacking monkeys, but they are definitely interested in attacking canaries.

This also directly led to the reduction of the canary's field of vision. In order to avoid these ferocious carnivores, she must always control the distance between herself and the monkeys within a certain range, and she can no longer act as a scout for the monkeys.

"How long does it take to cross here?" asked the monkey.

"I don't know either." Que'er said, "When I passed by here more than a year ago, it was not like this... There is a human village in front of it, and some hunters live in it. We'd better avoid it."

"I doubt that they can still hunt animals in such a place now? Maybe they have left and fled long ago." The monkey grinned.

The truth is, things always surprise the monkey.

"Pfft."

There was a harsh whistling sound and a sharp pain came from the abdomen. The monkey slowly lost consciousness. In a trance, he felt the birds screaming and flapping their wings.

A figure walked towards him.

When he woke up in a daze, the sky was filled with stars.

He curled up in a strange posture on the cracked mud.

The bonfire next to it was burning brightly, and the black firewood burst into flames amidst the crackling sound. There was a broken but not leaking iron pot on the fire, and the pot was filled with boiling water.

In the firelight, a thin, ragged man was sharpening a knife not far away with his back to him, with a bow beside him.

"That's great...that's great...I didn't expect there to be monkeys in the woods...that's great...that's great..."

The voice was dry and hoarse, as if it came from a ghost.

The monkey was shocked.

A stinging pain came from the abdomen, and the pain made the monkey break out in a sweat.

It was a bloody wound. The arrow had been pulled out, leaving a shocking wound. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped.

The monkey has indeed become prey, and the one in front of him is obviously the hunter.

He struggled violently and found that his hands and feet were tied so tightly that he could not move at all.

Oops! It's over now!

After thinking carefully, the monkey decided to speak.

A talking monkey, that must be enough reason to keep him alive.

"Brother! This big brother!" The monkey yelled at the top of his lungs despite the pain in his abdomen.

The man turned around slowly, looking around in a panic for the source of the sound.

"It's me! Brother! Look here, monkey!"

The monkey would barely be able to wave, if his hands weren't tied.

But the moment he met that person's eyes, he realized that his thoughts were ridiculously naive.

The man's face was bloodless, and his body was so thin that only bones remained, like a skeleton.

The sunken eyes were hollow, and there was nothing but hunger in them.

Those are a pair of cannibal eyes. Even if the person tied here is a human being, the monkey has no doubt that the owner of those eyes will eat him!

The hunter gasped heavily, stared at the monkey for a long time, turned around suddenly, and sharpened his knife faster than before!

"It's over, it's over! It's really over!" The monkey struggled hard.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind: "Don't move..."

"Que'er? Que'er? Is that you?"

"Shh! Don't move!"

"Can you break the rope?" The monkey was delighted.

"Let me try."

Time and time again, the bird pecked at the rope made of grass with her small beak.

Each time, she could only peck off a little bit, but she didn't give up.

For a long time, the harsh sound of sharpening knives on the other side gradually slowed down.

The hunter stood up and lightly touched the blade with his hand.

When he turned around, the monkey understood.

The moment of death finally arrived, and he began to struggle with all his strength.

"Run... run... Queer, run!"