There are clouds in the "Nanhua Sutra": the emperor of the South China Sea is a man, the emperor of the North Sea is a sudden, and the emperor of the center is chaos. When you meet in the land of chaos, chaos treats you very well. He and Su conspired to repay the virtue of chaos, saying: "Everyone has seven tricks to see and hear, this is unique, try to chisel it." "One day chisels, seven days and chaos die.

Zhuang Gong is right, many things in the world are so unpredictable!

But it was said that the Monkey King fell on the group of lords and immediately fainted.

I don't know how long later, Wukong's ears came from intermittent crying, and he vaguely saw a woman sobbing: "Brother Shan, you went like this, it's all my fault! I don't have anything to say about the house leaking! I hurt you! You go slowly, I'll go with you......!"

A burly beggar came over and said angrily: "Don't cry, Qiushui, you can't be blamed for this, this is also the fate of the group leader...... , fan the wind, pull the autumn water away!"

A big-eared beggar stepped forward, and finally pulled the woman named "Qiushui" to the side, and the urn beggar bowed to Wukong angrily, and sighed, "Alas...... , group leader, our brothers get along well, but people are poor and short-lived, and they don't have the money to buy you a coffin, so you can lie down with your clothes! Come on, little mute, let's take a hand and bury the group leader! Uncle Jin, you come to see the group leader for the last time!"

Wukong saw that several beggars were about to bury themselves, and his body shook involuntarily, and the two beggars were so frightened that "Mom" let go of their hands and threw Wukong to the ground.

The beggar with the urn in his voice trembled: "Uncle Jin, little mute, why did the group leader suddenly move!"

The little beggar said, "It's not ......!"

"No, I saw it move. The beggar who was angry with the sound of the urn said angrily.

"No, I mean......, no...... Cheat...... Corpses, huh?" exclaimed the little beggar.

"What nonsense, it's sunny and daylight, what kind of corpse?" The old beggar stepped forward and wiped Wukong's snort with his hand, "Hey, it's angry, Shanzi didn't die, he didn't fall to his death just now, he's relieved!"

In a word, all the people gathered around, Wukong had already seen clearly at this time, a total of five faces, old and young, ugly and ugly, why didn't they know any of them, "Who is this? What's wrong with me? Where is this? Who am I?" Thinking about it, he looked at a few unfamiliar smiling faces in front of him suspiciously.

The beggar who was angry with the urn, seeing Wukong's confused face, said to himself, "What's the matter? The group leader doesn't seem to know us anymore." Are you stupid? Group leader, do you know us? I'm a hanger!"

The big-eared beggar also said: "Group master, my ears are the most sharp, I am a fan, remember?" The woman said: "Brother Shan, I am Qiushui! You don't even know me anymore?" The old man said: "Shanzi, I am uncle!" The little beggar opened his mouth for a long time, did not interject, and finally it was his turn: "Group ...... Lord, know me...... I'm a little ...... Little ......!"

"Little dumb!" The hanging gall next to him said impatiently: "It's over, the group leader's brain is broken, Uncle Jin, let's carry the group leader back first!"

The temple is not big, looking at it from afar, the words of Confucius Temple have also faded into "big by", the courtyard stands with half of the collapsed shadow wall, the grass is overgrown all around, the hall is still clean, but the statue of Confucius is still unkempt.

Hang Dare put Wukong on the grass bunk, and everyone sat down to rest. After a while, the little mute couldn't help but say, "My stomach is ..... abandoned, whose turn is it to beg for ...... It's time to eat!"

He said in a bold voice: "What's the turn, the group leader is sick, can you go out to beg for food?" If you want me to say that we will leave one person to take care of the group leader, and the rest of the people will go!"

The old golden head said: "Hanging gall is right, Shanzi's body is not good, I think let Qiushui stay, the rest is divided into two groups, me and Fan Feng, Hanging Gall and Little Dumb, we go out separately!"

Seeing everyone walking away, Qiushui pounced on Wukong and cried. Wukong was at a loss for a moment, and suddenly smelled a woman's unique body fragrance, and he didn't feel a spring in his heart! It was at this moment that Wukong felt that his eyes were bleeding and his headache was splitting. It turned out that the true body of the Monkey King under the Five Elements Mountain was pressed by the six-character mantra!

Wukong hurriedly struggled to push Qiushui away, reluctantly sat up, and said to Qiushui, "Girl, I have something to say." You keep calling me the leader, I really can't remember the past, I don't even know who I am now?"

When Qiushui heard this, he regretted it even more: "Brother Shan, I was wrong, I really shouldn't have let you build any broken temple, you fell from the house, I really thought you were dead, I just wanted to go with you, fortunately God opened his eyes, you have to live in death! I swear to God, from now on, I Qiushui is your person in life, and death is your ghost." ”

Wukong couldn't help but be excited when he heard this. Qiushui continued: "Brother Shan, we have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, two little no guesses, one catches butterflies, one plays green dates, hugs grass and rabbits together, and fishes in troubled waters together, how carefree we were at that time, but there are unforeseen circumstances, that year the Yellow River was flooded, our village was turned to ashes in an instant, and everyone in the family drowned, only me and you and Uncle Jin, the three of us went to the mountains to hunt that day, and were lucky to survive, and then begged along the street, and met the little mute, Fan Feng and hanging gall, everyone elected you as the leader of the group, and you still said that you want to lead everyone to live a good life? I don't want to ...... now!" Qiushui said that when he was sad, tears fell like rain......

Wukong is a straight-hearted and straightforward person, he has always been righteous and courageous, helping the needy, hearing this situation, he can't help but have mixed feelings in his heart: Let's go, no matter who I am, since I am here, there must be a fate, if it comes, it will be safe, for the sake of today, only the right to be the leader of the group, as for the future, it will be handed over to the years!

Thinking of this, Wukong comforted Qiushui and said: "Girl, don't be sad, although I can't remember what you said about our past for the time being, but I will also be a good group leader, lead everyone out of the predicament, and enjoy joy together!"

As he spoke, everyone came back one after another. Today's meal can be regarded as sumptuous, with steamed bread slices, wowotou, broken noodles, rotten rice, and a bowl of miscellaneous vegetable soup. Everyone poured all the food into the pot, lit a fire, and after a while, the aroma was fragrant. Qiushui first gave Wukong a bowl, Wukong was already very hungry, swallowed it in three or two bites, Qiushui served another bowl, Wukong swallowed a few more bites, and after a while, saw a pot of "pearl jade white jade soup" was eaten by Wukong, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Strange to say, Goku started with this meal, eating more than one meal, and he was hungry after eating. Everyone was begging outside all day, and they saw that they couldn't feed or drink for Wukong alone. And that Wukong is getting thinner and thinner, his eye sockets are deep, and he is already covered with skin and bones. As soon as everyone summed up, the group leader had some strange disease, and he had to ask the doctor for treatment quickly, but the few Lang Zhong who invited said that Wukong was not sick!

The old golden head has a lot of experience, and said to everyone: "If you want me to see, this mountain may have encountered some evil thing!

Qiu Shui said: "Uncle Jin, then I'll go and invite!"

The little mute volunteered: "I know it's ten ...... away from here Lidi, there is a ...... Half immortal, I'll bring autumn water...... Go!"

Ten miles is not far away, not much effort to a big village, the head of the village stands a stone tablet, on which are written "Guxianzhuang" three big characters.

Entering the village and leaning to the third house in the east, there is a small house, antique, clean and tidy, and a strong smell of incense wafts out of the courtyard...... The home of the half-immortal, I'll knock ...... Door!"

The little mute slapped a few times, and there was a sound of footsteps inside, the door opened, and it was Zhang Banxian who came out, only to see him dressed as a Taoist, and he made a joke: "Immeasurable Tianzun, the two donors came early today, and the poor Dao has not yet lit a fire to cook!"

Zhang ...... Daxian, today we don't ...... Begging!" the little mute arched.

"If you don't beg for food, do you want money?" Zhang Banxian glanced at the two of them.

Qiushui hurriedly continued: "Don't misunderstand, Daxian, there is a patient in our family, I want you to take a look!"

"Look, that's the case, let's answer in the house!" Zhang Banxian said and entered the upper room.

Qiushui and the little mute followed, only to see that the main hall was dedicated to the Jade Emperor, the Buddha, the South China Sea Guanyin, and the land of the mountain gods, which turned out to be a flower hall!

The half-immortal stretched out his hand: "Take it!"

The little mute and Qiushui looked at each other, "Take it...... What!"

"Nonsense, if you don't have incense, you can't invite immortals!" Zhang Banxian's face sank at that time.

Qiushui smiled bitterly: "Daxian, you are old and merciful, we are beggars ourselves, a few days ago, in order to invite a doctor, everything that could be sold was sold, and now there is nothing!"

"There is no body!" The half-immortal looked at Qiushui's handsome face, although there were dishes, it was not a beauty, and he didn't feel his heart moved: "That's it, look at you are pitiful, I will make an exception today and go with you, but I have one condition!"

"What conditions?" Qiushui asked.

"After the patient is taken care of, you little girl must come to me and serve me for a month!" said the half-immortal, who pinched Qiushui's face with his hand, and Qiushui's face turned red with anger for a while.

Seeing this, the little mute was angry from his heart, and evil was born to the side of his guts: "Old miscellaneous...... Mao, do you still dare to occupy ...... We're ...... Appropriate, small ...... Master, I'll teach you today...... Discipline ...... Train you!" After that, he hit Zhang Banxian headlong!