Qiyang City, Yuelai Tavern.

A dark-skinned boy entered the restaurant, and without saying a word, sat in a muffled voice in the corner of the tavern lobby.

A guy in the tavern recognized him, it was the one who was arrested for stealing Budang Street that day, so he teased and joked: "Wang Wujiu, you can't steal wine and drink when you come to our tavern!" ”

"I don't steal alcohol to drink, I'm here to buy alcohol! Are you still going to kick me out? The young man, who was already upset, took out two strings of copper coins from his bosom and slammed them on the table.

"I'm just kidding, don't mind, little brother. What do you order? That guy was also a snob, and when he saw that Wang Wujiu was rich, he immediately changed his face and came over to greet him respectfully.

"A big jar of spirits, three taels of yellow beef, come up quickly." Wang Wujiu raised his voice.

After saying that, the guy who ran the hall went down to prepare, and this movement also made the surrounding guests notice the young man.

"Isn't this Wang Wujiu of our village, I heard that your mother has been sick in bed for many years, and there is no medicine to cure it, why are you still drinking here?" An old man recognized the young man, and the young man also knew that the person who spoke was the elder of their village.

"How do I spend my hard-earned money, do you want to spend it?" Before the wine was served on the table, Wang Wujiu seemed to be drunk, he was full of anger, he didn't care about what others said, he just wanted to get drunk happily.

A jar of spirits comes up, the aroma is tangy, it is the famous golden syrup wine in Qiyang, this wine is strong, made of sugarcane, the wine color is slightly yellow, such as agar syrup and jade liquid, so it has this name.

Wang Wujiu, who had never drunk alcohol, didn't know the depth of drinking, so he drank a whole bowl with his head bored, and after drinking, he only felt that his throat was burning like charcoal, and he was choked for a while, and he couldn't help coughing.

The guests in the tavern seemed to be pointing fingers at him, but Wang Wujiu couldn't care about many things. If they like to talk about it, let them say it, even if they let him bear the reputation of unfilial children and grandchildren? The cloth merchant surnamed Niu who falsely accused him of stealing cloth that day thought he would be more magnanimous, but he didn't expect to be extorted. The treacherous cloth merchant demanded that he pay 50,000 yuan, and if the appointed day was not met, he would be a slave for him forever. The thief spent money to get through the middleman and the government, and made this unreasonable demand a contract recognized by the government.

He is poor in cloth clothes, and it is not easy for him to make a living by selling vegetables, where can he get 50,000 yuan? In a few days, his name would appear in the slave register, and his master's name would be tattooed on his forehead, and he would never turn over again. In this case, what is the difference between his filial piety and unfilial piety, his virtue and reputation, and what is the difference between a slave. It's better to take out the money that has been accumulated for many years and buy a good meal of wine and food, which can be regarded as living this life in vain.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food, the yellow beef on the table has already been eaten and wiped clean, Wang Wujiu was already drunk at this time, only felt that the sky and the earth seemed to be upside down, the earth was above, and the sky was below. It took a long time for Wang Wujiu to turn the world in his eyes upside down, he was still holding the last jar of gold pulp, staggered out of the tavern, a cold wind in winter suddenly blew on his face, the cold made most of the wine relieved, Wang Wujiu sobered up a lot.

It was already night outside, it was dark, as if a black cloth was covered, Wang Wujiu also felt that his chest was also covered with a black cloth, stuffy, and he urgently needed to do something to pour a block in his heart.

Vaguely, he seemed to see Niu Er, his fat face was getting closer and closer to him, he was laughing, what was he laughing at? It's nothing more than laughing at himself for being cowardly and afraid, being calculated by others, and eventually becoming his slave!

His mouth moved up and down, and his beard in the middle of the person looked like two lumps of swarthy stool, what did he say? Wang Wujiu couldn't hear it clearly, it was nothing more than saying something bad and strange that ridiculed him, scolded him, and ridiculed him! Say it, say it, I'll let you say it!

Wang Wujiu looked at Niu Er in front of him, and felt that everything between heaven and earth had become a fantasy, and he couldn't tell the difference between reality and reality, and he couldn't tell between dream and reality.

The boy tried to punch Niu Er's fat face, huh? Why doesn't your hand hurt, is it really a dream?

That's good! I finally dreamed of you Niu Er, since I want to be your slave in reality, then I want you Niu Er to be beaten by me, beaten by me, and bullied by me in my dream!

Wang Wujiu was born in poverty, his character is honest, but he has a good strength, and he is full of strong muscles, with this strength, he can survive until now. In contrast, although Niu Er eats a brain full of fat, he is fat. It didn't take much effort, Wang Wujiu pushed the Niu Er bully down, and swung towards Niu Er's door with one punch.

One punch, another punch, Wang Wujiu finally heard Niu Er's cry for mercy.

"You've got this day! It's a pity, it's late! I finally dreamed of you, and I will devour you alive and beat you to death in my dreams! ”

Wang Wujiu smashed down with a fist, leaving no hand, he laughed, and was elated at his good luck today.

One punch, another punch, until Wang Wujiu saw that Niu Er's face was already bloody and unrecognizable, he didn't stop!

……

A gust of wind passed through the street, Wang Wujiu felt in a daze that something seemed to have entered his mind, his feet swayed at will, and he couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, but this strong wind made him suddenly realize that he was not dreaming.

The corpse of Niu Er next to him was still warm, and at the same time, the pain came from his hands, he looked back at his hands, and drops of warm blood crossed the skin from his fingertips, and he finally realized: He had killed someone!

Panic spread to Wang Wujiu's mind along the blood, a pair of hands that he didn't even dare to kill pigs in his life, and now they are contaminated with human blood!

"Remorse is no longer helpful, kill him, at least you don't have to be a slave."

Another weak voice came from his head, and Wang Wujiu looked around in horror.

"You, who are you? Did you see me kill someone? ”

"You don't have to look for it, I'm in the depths of your consciousness. I'm not going to tell anyone the secret, but one of the grafts you ran away from when you killed would. Ahem, ahem. ”

"You mean, someone just witnessed me killing?" Wang Wujiu was terrified in his heart, and he was even more stunned at the moment, not knowing what to do.

"You should run out of Qiyang City overnight now, because someone from the government will come to get you soon. When the time comes, you will probably be executed by Ling Chi. ”

"Yes, yes, you're right." The young man nodded frequently, "I'll go home now and pack up and pick up my wife." ”

Wang Wujiu snorted coldly when he heard the voice in his head, and then he said, "Do you think the people in the government are fools? Your Wang Village is far away, and you don't have a fast horse with you, but I'm afraid that when you rush to your home, you will fall into the trap of the government. ”

"Then, what should I do, ask my seniors for advice."

"Thirty miles outside Qiyang City, there is a mountain called Zhenshan, where there may be a glimmer of life."

That night, Wang Wujiu avoided the eyes and ears of the government along the way, and fled overnight, he didn't dare to stop, but fortunately, his foot strength was good, and in one night, under the guidance of that weak voice, he successfully rushed to Zhenshan.

The boy gasped and rested beside a tree.

"The life-saving grace of the predecessors will be repaid by fifty or ninety thousand deaths." Wang Wujiu kowtowed to the open space in front of him, he knew that his head was stupid, the incident happened suddenly, if it wasn't for the guidance of that voice, he was afraid that he would be in the official prison now.

"You're a person who knows gratitude, I said, in the depths of your consciousness, aren't you afraid that I'll be bad for you?" The monkey suddenly became somewhat interested in this seemingly stupid mortal.

"To be honest, senior, if it weren't for your guidance, I wouldn't have thought of this layer. But I think that since my predecessors have saved my life, it is not good for me and it can be regarded as my reward. ”

The monkey was speechless for a moment, and he didn't know whether this mortal was kind or stupid.

"Well, since you also said that I saved your life, I need you to save me now."

"How can I save it?" Wang Wujiu was a little confused, he didn't understand how a fairy-like character like his predecessor who could communicate through consciousness could need him to save him.

"It's a long story, and I can't tell you about it. It's just that the only strength left of my grandson now is this wisp of soul, that is, this voice in the depths of your consciousness, I need you to accept my consciousness wholeheartedly, relax your body, and then I will become one with you. But don't worry, I won't be you, it's just that we live in this body at the same time, and I will leave as soon as I find the opportunity. The monkey felt that his soul was getting weaker and weaker, and that he had little time left.

"Senpai, I'll accept your consciousness. This is what Wang Wujiu should do......" Before Wang Wujiu's words fell, a sharp pain came from the depths of his mind, and soon, he couldn't resist and fell into a fainting.

……

When Wang Wujiu woke up again, a ray of sunlight was spreading on his face, as if he had just been grinding for seven days and seven nights without stopping, and he was now sore.

At the same time, he felt that his body seemed to be different, that he had grown a lot more fluff, that his body was stronger than before, and that he felt that once he rested, he would have an inexhaustible strength. In addition, he faintly felt that the changes in his mind and in the dantian were more significant than the changes in his body, and there seemed to be a warm furnace in the dantian, in which there were flames scorching, endless, and there was a spirit monkey phantom looming in this flame.

Wang Wujiu tried to communicate with the spirit monkey phantom, and sure enough, that familiar voice appeared in his mind.

"Is it Senpai?"

The Spirit Monkey Phantom nodded.

"It's me. I didn't expect that your physique would be extremely compatible with the method I practiced, and my grandson's soul could be regarded as taking root in your body. "This voice is much thicker than before, and I think the seniors should have recovered a little.

"I can save my predecessors in danger, which can be regarded as a blessing for my silly boy Wang Wujiu." The boy laughed.

"I saved your life, you saved my life, and we're even. You don't have to call me senior, I have a name and a surname, my surname is Sun, and my name is Wukong. You can call me by my real name, or call me Brother Sun. The spirit monkey seemed to be having fun in the warm furnace, and the phantom was tossing and jumping in it, and Wang Wujiu only felt that his mind had become much clearer with the movements of the spirit monkey phantom.