Moss-covered ground, insects and ants are rampant.

Cobwebs emerge from the roof of the cave, and through the infinite diligence of a few young creatures, they slowly conquer the cave.

In some places where the light cannot reach, life still thrives silently in the darkness.

Sun Wukong lay on the cold and damp ground, like a decaying and decaying corpse, let the twilight go by, time flies, indifferent, lifeless.

A few moths flapped their wings and pounced on the jagged body like a chasing flame, clinging to his messy fur.

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes and looked at the moths on his body, they folded their wings and lay motionless, as if they were ready to live here for a long time.

Sun Wukong didn't plan to drive them away, he couldn't run out of time, even if this group of moths spent their lives and himself, he didn't care.

However, time was not enough to defeat the fragile creatures, and when the first moths were dead or gone, several new, unfamiliar moths arrived.

Behind them, there are countless others.

Sun Wukong watched this scene quietly, and he knew that he couldn't use time to destroy them.

There are countless moths in this world, and there are countless moths in the cave, but there is only one Monkey King in this cave, and there is only one Monkey King in the world.

Sun Wukong rolled his body and waved his hands, trying to scare the group of uninvited guests away.

His slow-beating heart grew louder and louder, or rather, agitated, and he pressed his hand to his chest and walked out of the cave in a trance.

The monkey looked around blankly, where should he go?

The world is big, and it can be done anywhere, but where should it stop?

Sun Wukong crossed the mountains and forests, crossed the stream, and walked to the Baicao Temple intentionally or unintentionally.

The hut in front of him was even more dilapidated than it had been ten years ago, and the locked wooden door seemed to warn him not to approach.

A stunned emotion clouded Sun Wukong's heart, and he deliberately lowered his head and strode forward.

......

In the alleys and alleys of Sifang Town, the smoke and fire in the air are sometimes thick and sometimes faint, and they can't be dispersed.

Sun Wukong stopped in the center of a long street, looked at the endless stream of pedestrians around him, listened to the shouts and shouts of merchants and hawkers, and the brows on his face wrinkled deeper and deeper.

He walked to the steamed bun shop with a blank face, staring at the steaming steamed buns on the cage drawer, stunned.

When the shopkeeper saw Sun Wukong, he was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly put down the work in his hand, bowed over, and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Master Monkey, I haven't seen you for a few days, and the little one thinks it's ......"

Sun Wukong grabbed a bun from the drawer, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it.

He licked his lips, tasted the taste of the buns, seemed to think it was good, grabbed two more casually, found an empty table and sat down, and ate in small bites.

When the shopkeeper saw him sitting quietly, he didn't care about him anymore, and hurriedly greeted business.

In the evening, the number of guests gradually increased, and the tables near Sun Wukong were full of people, shouting and gossiping.

"Hey, have you heard?

"What's wrong?"

"His mother suffered a little cold last night, and it was nothing serious, but I invited a doctor in the morning, thinking that it would be good to take medicine, but I didn't expect ......"

"What didn't you expect?"

"I didn't expect the illness to be cured, but to cure his mother's blindness. ”

"Ahh

"Guess what's next!"

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the curious expressions on the faces of the people around him, the person who broke the news took a sip of tea and couldn't help but sell Guanzi.

"Hao Dashan was angry, he wanted to fight his eyes to his eyes, ordered someone to gouge out the doctor's eyes, threw him out, left himself to fend for himself, and put down his words, whoever wants to save the doctor will not be able to get along with Hao Ren!"

The guest learned Hao Ren's demeanor and tone, his eyes widened and he said viciously.

"No, how could Hao Dashan do such a thing?" someone on the side thought it was a rumor and retorted.

"Why not, your wife is going to be blinded, I don't think you can do it, besides, Hao Dashan is a well-known filial son!"

The guest shouted at the top of his throat, saliva splashed, and there was a quiet place around him, and no one dared to refute it, before he nodded with satisfaction.

The shopkeeper came up to clean up the dishes and interjected, "Which doctor is so unlucky?"

The guest scratched his head and thought for a while, "It seems to be a woman, the one who lives in Baicao Temple!"

In the corner, Sun Wukong has left at some point, and the table is full of spit bun skins.