The Monkey King

On that day, the weather was sunny and sunny, a boulder on Huaguo Mountain rolled down the mountain without warning, and the world was shaken.

All the creatures on the mountain gathered together and watched in fear.

"What happened? That rock has been on the top of the mountain since before my grandfather's grandfather." An old monkey with brown fur and wrinkled face said tremblingly.

It squatted on the tree and looked down at the towering tree not far away, hoping to find an answer. It was an old tree that was thousands of years old, and even it had forgotten the exact age.

At this moment, the old tree just trembled slightly and the branches and leaves on his body rustled, but he didn't say a word.

Maybe it's too lazy to speak, maybe it doesn't understand.

For a long time, there was no movement. The little deer, the little squirrel, and the little monkey started to play again.

In this paradise-like place, the woods are always pure, the animals are always forgetful, and everything seems to have never happened.

A canary even landed on a boulder that rolled down to the base of the mountain, as if the boulder had been there in the first place.

"Crack-"

With a crisp sound, the canary that fell on the boulder trembled slightly, its eyes bulged out, it looked around in panic, and found nothing wrong.

"Bangdang!" A golden light shot up into the sky, but it dissipated in an instant, leaving people and animals unharmed.

The canary flew away in fright, the boulder split in half, and in the center of the stone, a monkey staggered to his feet and looked around in panic.

All around looked at him in panic.

"What's the matter...I just closed the client...how about..."

The monkey, who had just jumped out of the stone, looked at his hands, stroked the hair on his body with his hands, and twisted a fluffy tail behind his butt—followed by a shrill scream that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The woods seemed to tremble slightly, and countless birds were shocked into the sky.

The monkey quickly stood up, stumbled and ran in the woods, roaring wildly. All the animals gave way, even the tiger, who could easily swallow him, hid in fear.

After a while, the monkey found a deep pool, and a huge waterfall poured down from the top of the mountain.

He stuck his head out from the side and touched his face in horror: "Monkey... monkey?"

He suddenly remembered something, breathed quickly, but said to himself, "Calm down, calm down, this must be a dream."

Is it a dream? So why is the accidental bruise on the knee so painful?

After taking photos of the pool several times, the monkey started to go mad. He picked up the stone beside him and threw it out fiercely.

"Boom~" The ripples spread out and were quickly covered up by the splash of water stirred up by the waterfall.

If it is a dream, why is this sight, this sound so real?

The monkey put his hand on the ground, picked up a stone and smashed it on the back of his hand.

"Ow!" He rolled around, clutching his bleeding hand.

"What is he doing?" a squirrel asked the frightened canary.

"Anxiety period, it will be fine in a while." Canary replied angrily, glaring at the stone monkey.

The stone monkey continued to toss on the edge of the deep pool, tossing hard, from morning to afternoon, tossing and tossing until he had no strength at all.

He lay collapsed on the ground and looked at the sky. There were countless animals peeking at him around him.

Suddenly standing up, clutching his stomach, the monkey lay down on the edge of the deep pool and took a few sips of water, then wandered towards the woods.

Scanning the woods with hungry eyes, the monkey found nothing to eat.

Climbing trees? Won't.

hunting? Not even.

In the end, I could only find some small sour and astringent red fruits in the grass. I didn't care whether they were poisonous or not, and I swallowed them immediately, but there were too few fruits.

"Hey."

The monkey looked up, and on the high tree, an old brown monkey was half-squatting, holding an apple in his hand.

Seeing the monkey raised its head, the brown old monkey loosened his hand, and the apple fell in front of the monkey.

"Eat," said the old monkey.

As a normal person, the normal reaction of the stone monkey now should be to be surprised how this old monkey can speak.

But the stone monkey in front of him is obviously not normal anymore.

In other words, if this kind of thing can happen, then everything else is nothing at the moment.

The monkey burst into tears, and he grabbed the apple and ate it in big gulps. Only he himself knew what the tears were for, whether it was because he was moved, or because he jumped to this place inexplicably and even had to eat and accept the monkey's alms.

Soon, the hungry monkey swallowed even the apple core, and he could only think about something when he had something to put on his stomach.

Slowly standing up and looking up, the brown old monkey was still squatting on the tree and looking at him, looking a little curious and a little scared.

The monkey walked back along the original road, and soon returned to the place where it was just born. Touching the two stones, his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Stone monkey... Sun Wukong?"

He turned his head sharply, and shouted to the old monkey who was still staring at him from a tree in the distance: "This is Huaguo Mountain?"

The old monkey was frightened and ran away!

"Go! Then do I still have to go to the Water Curtain Cave?" The replica stone monkey sat down in frustration: "The Journey to the West!"

Stone Monkey is a positive person, and he quickly packed up and prepared for the rest of his life. Of course, the main problem was that his stomach was not allowed to languish - he wasn't full at noon, and the meal wasn't available at night. Why do you have to fill your stomach and then think about it?

...

Just after tossing around the water pool, the stone monkey started tossing in the woods again. It finally pulled a branch from a small tree, and when removing the leaves, a thorn was stuck on its finger.

He walked in embarrassment, carefully poking around with a wooden stick. This unfamiliar place terrified him, and he took every step carefully.

"Did you make a mistake, isn't Huaguo Mountain full of monkeys? Why is it so difficult to join a team!" At this time, he was in a terrible mood.

A person, or rather a monkey, cannot survive. The most important thing is that he doesn't know how to climb trees, let alone hunting. The only way to survive is to return to the team and find the monkeys.

Thinking about it, his eyes looked into the distance, and the monkeys there were startled, and immediately climbed higher trees with chirps.

"Is Lao Tzu a monster? Is Lao Tzu a monster? I'm afraid of this!" Stone Monkey pondered that these monkeys were all wandering around, and he was looking for a group of monkeys. If you find a group of monkeys, even if you return to the team, it is best to have a monkey king in it. Everyone goes to the ground to pick one up, and maybe he will become the monkey king like this.

As for the Water Curtain Cave...let it go. Now that I think about the waterfall I visited before, it is probably the Water Curtain Cave. If you jump there, you will be disabled if you don't die.

The book says that Sun Wukong jumped into it, but what if Wu Chengen wrote it wrong? What if he is not Sun Wukong but somewhere in another world? In case, in case...

In short, if there are too many in case, when I think about it, it feels like 10,000, where is the case. The blood on the hand that I just smashed on the edge of the deep pool is really painful. Is it possible to play it again? Is there such a big bet?

Lifting his head, the stone monkey imagined that he had become a crippled man hanging on a tree pitifully begging for alms. Transmigrating into a monkey doesn't count, it's still a disabled monkey, is there such a tossing person?

"Can't we pass through and become the Sun Wukong who has returned from his studies? In that case..." Stone Monkey began to use his spirit to win Dafa and lust, and all kinds of thoughts made him drool: "You little goblin, if you follow Lao Tzu, serve Lao Tzu well. now..."

The stone monkey thief laughed and tapped the big tree beside him with a wooden stick, as if he were acting.

Soon, just as the stone monkey show was in full swing, the howling of a group of monkeys finally came from a distance.

"It's here." The stone monkey suddenly withdrew the extremely wretched expression on his face and put on the look of a gentleman.

He walked forward step by step, fantasizing about making himself a little more mysterious. Although those monkeys may not understand it, the arrival of the Monkey King is always a bit of a gimmick, right? In the future, I will take it out to educate the monkeys and monkeys.