His name is Ping, he is an orphan and has no sex.

The name "Ping" was given to him by the monk who picked him up.

Later, the monk left him in Baijia Village.

The villagers soon found the crying child, but no one wanted to adopt him, but they couldn't bear to watch him die.

So every family squeezed out some rations to feed him, and built a flat hut for him to live in.

Perhaps because of the hard life of Ping, he ate hundreds of meals like this, survived peacefully, and until he was old, Ping's body and bones were very strong, and there was no disaster or disease.

The people who raised him in the past have all passed away, and he has become the oldest person in Baijia Village.

He witnessed the change of generations in Baijia Village, and began to like quiet and hate quarrels.

Ping moved the house to the far edge of the village, surrounded the fence, planted some vegetables outside the house, and raised a few poultry, as if drawing the ground as a prison, Ping rarely went out again, isolated from the world and people.

The people in the village slowly forgot about Ping, after all, he had no father, no mother, no children and no daughters.

When Ping was seventy-seven years old, a sudden plague swept through Baijia Village, and the villagers died one by one.

Ping stood in the fence, looked at the gloomy and pale faces of the villagers, and his chapped lips trembled and stated: "Baijia Village is about to be gone......

This is a natural disaster, and no one can save this village, I guess.

A few days later, it seemed that a doctor had come to the village, and the noise and shouting of the villagers spread through half of the village to the flat houses.

The sound continued for a long time, and it didn't stop until the sun set.

Close the door of the house, lie down on the bed, cover your head with the quilt, and hope to sleep more peacefully.

People are old, they sleep very lightly, and they can't hear the slightest movement.

At night, in a trance, I heard the sound of shouting and killing in the distance, and it seemed to be screaming and crying, and in my sleep, cold sweat gradually oozed from the old man's forehead, wetting the cloth on his body.

Early the next morning, a woman knocked on the door of the flat house, and beside her, there was a monkey with a medicine on her back.

The woman said that she was a doctor and that she had come to treat Ping's illness.

The doctor left the medicine and left.

......

On the way, Yan Xiaowu lowered her head and looked entangled, and she wanted to speak several times.

Sun Wukong noticed Yan Xiaowu's strange appearance, raised Yan Xiaowu's hand, and gently swiped it on her palm: What's wrong?

Yan Xiaowu turned her head to look at Sun Wukong, and said with a complicated expression: "Dumb, there's no need to do that." ”

Sun Wukong rowed: Did I do it wrong?

He was a little puzzled.

"A lot of people died, and I smelled blood. ”

Monkey King: You saved people, didn't you?

Yan Xiaowu clenched her fists and muttered softly, "But this is not our fault!"

Sun Wukong grinned and reached out to wipe away the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

He then swiped with Yan Xiaowu's palm: I know, let's go.

......

Ping walked out of the house and looked up into the distance.

The old man who was about to die saw an ancient tree reaching into the sky, and on the high trunk of the tree was a hundred-legged insect.

He watched this scene stupidly, until dusk, Fang slowly closed his eyes.

In the hut, there were a few dried herbs on the table, and no one cared.

A peaceful life, no disasters and no diseases.

It's the same this time.