Huangcun, a more remote village than the previous Nanshan Orphanage, has more than 100 households and about 400 people.

However, because most of the young people went out to work, there were many vacant houses here, so Yun Shibao found the village chief and bought a very clean house that was simple but clean, and then temporarily lived in Huang Village.

…

Three days later, under the old willow tree at the entrance of the village, several old men with crutches were comfortably playing chess on a stone table.

"No, let's play another game, this time the old man must kill you without leaving a piece of armor..."Suddenly, an old man dropped the chess pieces and said angrily.

He really couldn't understand how this old man, who had played chess with him all his life, and who had obviously lost more and won less, could suddenly improve his chess skills so much in just a few days that he could crush himself.

"Just you stinky chess basket? It's not fun to stop playing...", the other old man said with a smile.

As he spoke, the old man hiddenly put away the mobile phone under the stone table, and his eyebrows were full of pride.

What age is this, no matter how good your chess skills are, can you still play the computer?

"I said, it can't have anything to do with that baby from a foreign country, right?" The old man who lost the chess rolled his eyes and asked tentatively.

"Hey, hey... You can't say it, you can't say it..."After the old man put away his mobile phone, he took out a bag of dry tobacco from his arms, and smoked it, his face full of unfathomable depth.

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Huang, are you quitting so early today?" At this time, a young man in a white T-shirt carried a thermos cup, sat down on an empty seat next to the stone table, took out a notebook from his bag, and a smile was hidden on the corner of his mouth.

Originally, Yun Shibao planned to let the self-service reincarnation machine directly locate Sun Wukong's current location, but this time the broken machine reminded that it was limited by the rules of the supergod universe and could not detect the other party.

As a last resort, Yun Shibao had to use the most primitive method to manually find clues about Sun Wukong in mythology.

However, although Sun Wukong is a mythical figure passed down from mouth to mouth on the earth, Yun Shibao can find very little information in this regard, as if the information about him has been deliberately concealed by someone.

In desperation, Yun Shibao had to turn around again and shift his target to these old men, hoping to find some useful clues, after all, compared to young people, these old people knew more and more detailed myths and legends.

Of course, in order to avoid the suspicion of these old men, Yun Shibao inquired about mythological stories from them in the name of collecting materials from writers.

"You bastard boy is also dedicated, this alien has invaded the earth, you still have the heart to write, you must be very happy to be a reader, right?" The old man knocked the cigarette pouch pot on the edge of the stone table and said with a smile.

"Yes, they are indeed very happy..."The corners of Yun Shibao's mouth twitched, and his expression was quite unnatural.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene when he first saw the angel Ah Chase, and the woman punched and kicked him.

"Well, maybe, let me tell you a legend about our ancestors in Huangcun that has been passed down from generation to generation..."The old man smoked a cigarette and muttered for a moment, telling a story that made Yun Shibao's expression change greatly.

“… Are you saying that this Monkey King is the son of the human king Dayu? For an hour, Yun Shibao looked at the old man dumbfounded, with a beep dog expression on his face.

"This story was told to me by my grandfather when I was a child." The old man poured out the ashes from the cigarette pouch pot, glanced at the sky, stood up tremblingly, and left the entrance of the village.

"Broken machine, how credible is the legend of this old man?" Yun Shibao rubbed his forehead with a faint pain, and said to the self-reincarnation machine in his mind.

"Based on the available data, the confidence level is 50%." After a moment of silence, the sound of the self-service reincarnation machine sounded faintly.

"Phew, I always feel like I have inadvertently known some great secrets..."Yun Shibao muttered with a wry smile.

The old man told the old-fashioned story of Dayu's water control, but the key is that people added ancestral "notes" and "analysis" to the story.

The logical and interlocking "annotations" and "analysis" have turned a familiar story into a secret of family ethical reasoning and ruin.

On top of that, the broken machine even rated five points of credibility.

According to the old man, this Huangcun is the ancestral land of Dayu, when Dayu controlled the water, three times through the door and did not enter, his wife missed the disease, standing at the door of the tribe all day long to look at the direction of Dayu's flood control, over time, turned into a Wangfu stone.

In the mythological story, Sun Wukong jumped out of the stone, and when the monkey made trouble in the Dragon Palace, the weapon selected from the old dragon king's arsenal was also the Dinghai Shen Needle used by Dayu to control the water, and under all kinds of coincidences, the ancestor of the old man came to a conclusion that the Monkey King in this mythical story is the son of Dayu.

Come to think of it, this old man's ancestor should have been born in a big family without worrying about food and clothing.

As for why Yun Shibao has this judgment?

Oh, nonsense, if you don't have enough to eat, who can open such a brain hole from myths and stories?

"In this way, Sun Wukong is very likely to be in Huaguo Mountain." Yun Shibao frowned slightly and muttered.

Assuming that the old man's ancestor's "commentary" is correct, the spiritual stone on the top of Huaguo Mountain is the monkey's mother, and after returning from the scriptures, Sun Wukong lives in seclusion in Huaguo Mountain, accompanying his mother all day long, which is also a reasonable thing.

"GodTM is reasonable..."Yun Shibao smashed the notebook that had just recorded the "material", and scolded with some annoyance.

According to myths and legends, the spirit monkey was born, and the spirit stone was shattered, well, it is very reasonable, as soon as the monkey was born, it blew up his mother...

As soon as he thought of this, Yun Shibao came up with the picture of Wu Chengen scratching the coffin board, trying to climb out of the coffin board and squeeze the old man's ancestors.

"Whether it's the truth or not, this Huaguo Mountain has to be visited anyway." After regaining his composure, Yun Shibao touched his chin and muttered to himself.

According to his previous guess, if Ahri and Sun Wukong are super soldiers made by a super civilization comparable to the Kamigawa civilization, then Huaguo Mountain, as the birthplace of Sun Wukong, is likely to leave some clues of this super civilization.

Yun Shibao was also limited by the plot before, and he didn't expect this.

As for the brains of the old man's ancestors, get out of the calf.

…

The next day, three hundred miles away from Huangcun, on the treetops of a towering ancient tree on Huaguo Mountain, a young man pointed at the treetops on tiptoe, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and his expression was slightly dignified.

Because of the gluttonous multi-point flowering tactics, the human defense line has been broken up one after another, and now Huaguo Mountain has become a fallen area and is occupied by the gluttony.

(End of chapter)