Over the years, the overall feeling given to us is that "the four seasons are impermanent": it was still spring just now, but after turning a mountain, it became autumn; Obviously, I heard birds chirping and frogs chirping just now, but after a few days, it will be snowy again. For example, this time, when we set off from Chenjiazhuang, it was a crisp autumn weather, and within a few days, everywhere became full of spring.

When they came to a river and crossed the river, there was a woman who was holding the boat. When the Master asked her why her husband didn't come out to help, the woman just smiled and continued to prop up her boat. Think about it, how can a woman tell you casually about such a private problem? So it is inevitable that I sometimes despise the Master's ideas in my heart for being too simple - although my old pig's ideas are also very simple many times, I don't have the slightest sense of inferiority in front of the Master.

The beautiful scenery along the banks of the river is endless, and I am dazzled by the old pig.

It didn't take long for me to discover a more serious phenomenon: so far, everywhere we went, except for the four of us masters and apprentices, we had not seen any other men. The woman who held the boat said that we were making a fuss, and said that this was originally a daughter country, and there were no men.

I don't know why, when I heard that there was not even a man in this country, I had an urge to stay in my heart, and I wanted to immigrate to this country to live for a long time; Come to think of it, their king should have offered me a lot of preferential conditions. It's just that I thought of accompanying my master to the West Heaven to learn scriptures, so I could only think about it. However, I secretly made up my mind in the bottom of my heart: when I get back the true scriptures and change back into human form, I must immigrate here. The resources of women here are too abundant.

It's a well-known fact that my old pig is lustful, and it's no secret for a long time, so it's okay to say it.

Thinking about it, I heard the master calling me, he said that he was thirsty, and asked me to take a bowl and scoop some water from the river to drink. Drink it. It just so happens that I am also thirsty, thinking that the problem is mental work, mental work is very strenuous, naturally easy to thirst, easy to get hungry.

Brother Monkey didn't drink it, and Senior Brother Sha didn't drink it either.

It's a wonderful country, and everywhere you see are women: fat, thin, tall, short, old, young, good-looking, sloppy...... In short, there are all kinds of women. I thought that if I came to live here in the future, it would be quite happy. I plan to marry thirty big wives, thirty little wives, and thirty concubines...... As for the lover, it depends on the situation, but I'm not sure yet.

The abundance of resources has this benefit, which can be allocated at will.

Not long after I landed, I felt something churning in my stomach, as if my liver and intestines were broken.

The strange thing is that Master's stomach also hurts.

In addition, the strange thing is that Brother Monkey and Senior Brother Sha's stomachs don't hurt.

stopped a mother-in-law to ask about it, only to know that the river just now was called Zimu River, and the water in Zimu River was naturally called Zimu River water; Whoever drinks the water of the river will have to give birth to a baby. Just now I drank it with Master, so I and Master are going to have dolls. When a man gives birth to a child, it is as terrible as a rooster lays eggs; So, I felt terrified. Fortunately, my mother-in-law was more enthusiastic and took us to her house.

When I heard that I was going to give birth to a baby, I was thinking about this question on the way to my mother-in-law's house: where would she get out of the baby when she gave birth? That's a problem. I once asked Mother Pig and she said I got out of her ass. I don't believe it, because according to my careful observation, Mother Pig's fart is very small, and she will never be able to give birth to such a big Bajie. Senior Brother Sha is very dialectical, he told me to rest assured, saying that it is not the same wherever he was born? Brother Monkey's words are more reasonable, tell me not to worry, once the child can't hold back, he will naturally take the initiative to find a way out, and then it will be as logical as a hen laying eggs.

Of course, these are just jokes, we can't have children, because we are monks.

Of course, there is no more good reason why we can't have children: we are men.