The woodcutter brought a bowl of hot water, squatted down with worry, and waited for Granny Meng to stop coughing before feeding her to drink.

After a while, Granny Meng soothed a little and gasped lightly: "Wukong, I'm bothering you, my illness has been seen by the old immortals on the mountain, and it can't be cured." ”

"Hey, I didn't meet Lao Sun." Sun Wukong directly grabbed Granny Meng's wrist and called for her, and at the same time transported a Yuan Shen power to investigate.

Soon found out that Granny Meng was really terminally ill, and her body was full of illnesses.

This is not only sick, but also the end of Yangshou.

"The cycle of life and death, you can't force it." Granny Meng laughed weakly, coughed a few more times, and said to the woodcutter: "Son, I'm hungry." ”

"I'll just cook on the fire." The woodcutter didn't have any impatience, grabbed some firewood and went to cook.

Granny Meng continued to bask in the sun with her head down, and after a while, a slight snoring sound sounded.

Sun Wukong scratched his face and looked at all this with doubt.

It is true that the woodcutter Wu Gang is Dayi, but why is he so dedicated and filial to the terminally ill old woman, and he is really his own mother?

Also, is this Granny Meng really an ordinary person?

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong silently opened the listening and persuasion system, connected his consciousness to Zhihu, and replied to his post before finding the Honghuang Know-it-all.

With a thought in his mind, he replied: "Senior, as you said, the woodcutter of Fangcun Mountain is named Wu Gang, and he is indeed the incarnation of Dayi who shoots the sun.

Lao Sun also listened to your advice, asked him for archery, and learned a magical power called heart archery. ”

After a while, Honghuang know-it-all replied: "Yes, you can, there are stick methods in close combat, arrows in long-range attacks, and the monkey student has taken off directly!" ”

Sun Wukong scratched his face, not surprised that his predecessors knew that he had learned the stick method, and then replied and asked: "Dare to ask the seniors, do you know the woodcutter's old mother, Granny Meng?"

When the old grandson came to his house, he found that the old woman was terminally ill and had little life.

Since the woodcutter Wu Gang is the incarnation of Dayi, will his old mother be like this? ”

Hong Huang know-it-all: "Granny Meng? Meng Po? Since the woodcutter is Dayi, his old mother is Meng Po who poured decoction on people by the bridge. ”

Sun Wukong was even more puzzled, but the bridge was in the underworld, how could Granny Meng get involved with Granny Meng?

Continue to look at the reply behind the Honghuang Know-it-all: "As we all know, the ancestral witch Houtu was incarnated as a reincarnation and became an authentic saint Pingxin Niangniang, but unfortunately he can never leave the underworld,

And in order to let the souls of the dead rest in peace, she incarnated into Meng Po on the side of the Nai He Bridge, and poured a bowl of Meng Po soup on every dead soul to erase the memories of her previous life, so that she could reincarnate with peace of mind. ”

Seeing this, Sun Wukong suddenly understood.

From the perspective of the Wu clan, the incarnation of the ancestral witch Houtu can indeed be the old mother of the woodcutter.

But how could Granny Meng be like this, did she use a trick to deceive her grandson?

"Authentic Sage Pingxin Niangniang......" Sun Wukong still can't believe in his heart, the saint will be terminally ill?

At this time, Honghuang replied: "Anyway, the way you simulated is okay, I know Meng Po, and it will be fun to go to the underworld in the future, haha, Sun Wukong's life will be ruined by you." ”

Sun Wukong: "The predecessors laughed, how could the old grandson play his own life." ”

Honghuang know-it-all: "Haha, looking forward to your follow-up!" ”

Sun Wukong himself is also looking forward to it, although he has not received any new suggestions this time, but at least he has roughly figured out the identity of Granny Meng.

In the following time, in addition to enlightening and cultivating on the mountain, he often went down the mountain to visit Granny Meng in Songxi Village under the pretext of helping to cure diseases in his spare time.

He wanted to know why Houtu Pingxin Niangniang, who was an authentic saint, and Dayi, the first archer of the flood wilderness, pretended to be a mother and son and lived in seclusion at the foot of Fangcun Mountain.

So every time he chattered around Granny Meng, sometimes talking about ghosts and gods, sometimes telling some legends of the ancient lich war.

But it's a pity that Granny Meng either responds to him twice every time, or lowers her head and snores.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Songxi Village, woodcutter's house.

Sun Wukong pretended to be the pulse of Granny Meng again, and the woodcutter stood aside and watched.

"Dude, there's no going back." Sun Wukong shook his head, but he was carefully observing Granny Meng's reaction.

The wrinkled, white-haired mother-in-law was still basking in the sun, but most of the time she was in a coma and rarely woke up.

The woodcutter lamented: "You have been bothered for this time. ”

"Don't hide it from your brother." Sun Wukong scratched his hand again and said, "My old grandson has been successful in cultivation recently, but he can go to heaven and earth, and now I really can't bear my mother-in-law to suffer like this, so I plan to go to the underworld to find the king of Hades to come to the book of life and death, and cross out my mother-in-law's name." ”

The woodcutter's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly said: "I think it's inappropriate, the name of my mother is not in the book of life and death, wouldn't it hurt her?" ”

Sun Wukong reprimanded: "You man is so uninteresting, I'm saving her!" ”

The woodcutter was not afraid, shook his head and said, "If my mother has not learned the way of immortality, she will not be able to live forever even if she has eliminated the name in the book of life and death."

At the end of her life, her mother's soul will not enter the underworld, and she will not be reincarnated, so she will become a lonely ghost? ”

Hearing this, Sun Wukong scratched his face, jumped aside and thought about it, feeling that it really made sense.

But it's not certain, maybe the woodcutter was worried that he would find out Granny Meng's true identity, so he made this statement.

In the end, the matter was put aside for the time being.

Before leaving, Granny Meng, who had been unable to see or hear clearly, seemed to wake up suddenly, coughed and said, "Wukong, don't do bad things in the future." ”

"Mother-in-law, rest assured, the old grandson will do more good deeds." Sun Wukong smiled and waved his hand and left Songxi Village.

After walking far away, he looked back at this very peaceful village, thinking that the coming day would be long, and next time he would be able to find out why the woodcutter and Granny Meng lived in seclusion in Fangcun Mountain.

In fact, in the past year, he has also asked his predecessors on Zhihu, and he has received all kinds of speculations and suggestions, but none of them can help him find out this problem.

……

Inside the Sanxing Dongdao Palace.

The Bodhi Patriarch sat cross-legged on a high place, and the woodcutter stood aside.

"Master, tell the little junior brother to come down the mountain." The woodcutter said, "He is very clever, when he learned arrows before, he said that he knew in a dream that I knew how to archery, so he learned arrows from me, I don't know if what he said is true or not.

When he saw Niangniang, he showed great curiosity, and repeatedly talked about some ghosts and gods, and some legends of the Lich War.

It can be seen from this that he also has doubts about the identity of the mother, and has even guessed something.

Today, he even said that he was going to the underworld to erase the name in the book of life and death for his mother.

Let him be tempted, for fear it will ruin the big thing. ”

"It's nothing if you find out, sooner or later." Patriarch Bodhi stroked his beard gently, "It's just time to let him go down the mountain." ”

The woodcutter didn't say much, and his view of the problem was naturally not as high as that of the master.