It turns out that sometimes the master is not better than the apprentice, just like the master himself was unable to borrow a night at that time.

Brother Monkey is still a big skill, and after walking in and messing around, the abbot of the temple came out respectfully to greet us.

I admire Brother Monkey and admire him: he knows when to use force, when to put down the figure of Monkey King to intercede.

However, according to my old pig's observation, force is generally more convincing than mouth, but it's a pity that I'm stupid.

On the night of the same day, the master had a dream, dreaming that the king of the black chicken country told him about his grievances, and begged the master to help him redress his grievances and kill the impostor king of the dynasty.

On the night when we stayed in Baolin Zen Temple, I was dreaming of Sister Lan, when I suddenly heard Senior Brother Sha calling me, saying that the master was calling the apprentice. Of course, I felt quite unhappy, after all, I finally met Sister Lan, but now I was disturbed by the master. In addition, from the principle of being a human being, this kind of thing basically has nothing to do with me, and I feel that similar things happen every day in the world, and there is no need to make a fuss.

But this time it was an exception. I was dreaming that night—to be clear, I didn't dream of Sister Lan this time; As a result, he was woken up by Brother Monkey again. He saw that I slept too soundly and couldn't wake up easily, so he resorted to his most powerful trick - blocking my nostrils.

Everyone knows that my old pig is famous for his big nose, and hundreds of pounds of lean meat in his body rely on those two nostrils to survive.

So I was very angry.

Brother Monkey told me in a low voice that he was going to give me a treasure.

There are cheap things that everyone wants, and I am no exception.

So I hurriedly asked Brother Monkey what kind of treasure it was, and took it out to see it.

Brother Monkey likes to sell guanzi, and he can hang my appetite high every time, and this time it's the same.

Although you think about some things very clearly in private, when you really face them, you may seem helpless.

I followed Brother Monkey to the back garden of the temple, he said that the baby was under the well, and told me to come down, saying that when I got the baby, I would use a golden hoop stick to pull me up.

I don't know if there are many truths or lies in this world, and I guess no one else has done statistics; But according to my old pig's experience, there are still more lies than truths.

For example, what Brother Monkey said this time is a lie.

My senior brother still treats me like this, let alone others, because I have always regarded Brother Monkey as the most trustworthy person.

There is no treasure under the well, only a dead man, I heard the king of the well dragon say that it is the real king of the black chicken country, and he fell into the well and drowned because of the demon dao.

To be honest, I was very sympathetic to the king's plight, and was killed at a young age, and drowned.

It must be painful to drown, right? I don't know, besides, this is not my old pig's business, my top priority is how to get to the ground, because Brother Monkey has to carry the dead man on his back before he can pull me up.

It's a pity that I didn't leave a way back when I came down just now, otherwise I wouldn't have ended up in the field where I am now.

Therefore, I would like to tell you solemnly: when you walk, you must pay attention to another path, especially when you are walking uphill; For example, my old pig, if I had thought a little more about it at the beginning, wouldn't I have to drill the circle designed by Brother Monkey for me now?