Mossy floors, 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.

Somewhere out of the reach of light, life thrives silently in the darkness.

The monkey lay on the cold, damp ground, like a decaying corpse, and he was indifferent and lifeless as time passed.

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

The monkey rolled its eyes and looked at the moths on its body, and they folded their wings and lay motionless, as if they were going to stay there for a long time.

The monkey didn't intend to chase them away, he had too much time to run out, and even if the moths spent their lives on it 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 more.

The monkey watched silently, and he knew that he could not destroy them in time.

There are countless moths in this world, and there are countless moths in the cave, but there is only one monkey in this cave. There may be a monkey in the world, but there are no moths on the bottom of the West Sea.

The monkey rolled over his body, waving his hands in an attempt to scare the uninvited guests away.

His slow-beating heart grew louder and louder, or rather, restless, and he pressed his hand to his chest, trying to suppress his awakened heart.

On that night two years ago, he rushed down the mountain like a devil to kill Yan Xiaowu.

Luckily, the golden rod stopped the monkey in its own way.

The monkey rushed down the hill, and before he could wake up, the golden rod suddenly became extremely heavy.

Thirteen thousand five hundred pounds!

The monkey that had not cultivated and the golden hoop stick were consumed, but they couldn't hold it even with all their strength.

Reluctantly took it, he didn't have the extra strength to kill Yan Xiaowu again.

This allowed him to avoid a crazy move that would make him regret it for the rest of his life.

He admonished himself that he needed to be calm.

He locked himself in a cave.

One stay is two springs and summers.

Anyway, he can't die of hunger, and he can't die of old age.

When bored, he looked at the little spider with several legs, obviously without wings, but always dangling in the air, diligently plowing the land, slowly incorporating the whole cave into its territory.

When you're in the mood again, fight with the moths to see who lives longer.

It's like a god watching an ant, and occasionally there is a sense of superiority.

......

Yan Xiaowu pushed open the courtyard door.

In the early morning in the mountains, the fresh air and the warm sunshine rush to the smoke and dance.

The slight mountain breeze playfully lifted the smoke and danced with long hair as shiny as a black pearl.

Eighteen-year-old Yan Xiaowu is like a slim lotus.

If Lao Langzhong was still alive, he would no longer be able to easily touch or knock on Yan Xiaowu's head, because the current Yan Xiaowu was even taller than Lao Langzhong back then.

Yan Xiaowu looked at the door, it was empty, and her bright eyes were instantly filled with loss.

She looked out again without giving up, deliberately not even letting go of some obscure corners.

The grass is verdant, the dew is shining, the sun is gentle, the birds are singing, and the butterflies are dancing.

It's just that he still can't dissolve the loss on Yan Xiaowu's face.

It had been two years, and since that night howl, the monkey had not brought her anything to eat.

It never appeared again.

But Yan Xiaowu knew that the monkey was still in this mountain and had never left.

She went back to the house, picked up the medicine basket, found a shovel, and went up the mountain to collect the medicine as usual.

The gates of the courtyard were open as usual.

Waiting for someone to come back.

In several nearby villages, more and more people are looking for her to see a doctor.

I don't see a doctor, and more and more people are looking for her.

As she grew older, those people became more amiable and more attentive to her.

They always wanted her to be a family with them.

Yan Xiaowu often remembered that her master died when she was six years old, and she was alone on the street, no one cared about her.

Only a monkey watched over her in the shadows.

......

If it hadn't rained heavily, if the cave hadn't collapsed, the monkey would probably have been lying in it, not eating, not eating, not making a sound, until the sky was old and the sea was dry.

The monkey shook the dirt off his body and walked out of the cave in a trance.

He looked around blankly, where should he go?

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

The monkey crossed the mountain forest, crossed the stream, and walked to the hundred grass hall intentionally or unintentionally.

The hut in front of me looks much more elaborate than it was twelve years ago, and many places have been renovated, and it is clear that it has been inhabited all along.

The courtyard gate is open.

A mountain wind blew, and the two doors shook as they opened and closed.

As if to say.

Welcome back.

A sense of loss clouded the monkey's heart, and he deliberately lowered his head and strode forward.

In the courtyard, the inside and outside are full of medicinal herbs, which are classified and neatly arranged.

The monkey carefully passes through the gap between the herbs.

The thatched hut was still as shabby as it had been ten years ago, and even the old bloodstained quilt was the same, but cleaner.

The only difference is that there are many more bottles and jars in the house, some containing liquid medicine and some containing powdered medicine.

It's just that I don't see the people of Yan Xiaowu.

......

In the alleys and alleys of Sifang Town, the smoke and fire in the air are sometimes thick, sometimes faint, and never disperse.

The monkey stopped in the center of a long street, looked at the endless stream of pedestrians around him, listened to the cries and shouts of merchants and vendors, and the brow on his face furrowed deeper and deeper.

Most of the people here have either seen or heard the legend of monkeys, but they don't think about demons. Therefore, after ten years, when I saw the monkey again, I was first surprised, and then I was not surprised.

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

The stall owner is still the same as before, but he has gray hair and wrinkles on his face. When he saw the monkey, he was stunned at first, and it took a long time before he put down the work in his hand and greeted him with a bow and a smile on his face.

"Master Monkey, I haven't seen you for two years, and the little one still thinks it's ......"

The monkey grabbed a bun from the drawer, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it casually, and swallowed it.

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

When the stall owner saw him sitting quietly, he felt distressed for a few breaths, so he stopped paying attention to him and hurriedly greeted the business.

In the evening, the number of guests gradually increased, and the tables near the monkeys were filled with people in groups of three or five, and they began to gossip and gossip.

"Hey, have you heard?

"What's wrong?"

"His wife 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 side medicine, but I didn't expect ......"

"What didn't you expect?"

"I didn't expect that the illness was not cured, but he was blinded by his mother's eyes. ”

"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.

In a fit of rage, Hao Dashan wanted to fight his eyes to his eyes, and ordered someone to dig out the doctor's eyes, throw them out, and fend for himself. also put down the words, whoever wants to save the doctor will not be able to get along with him 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 refuted it.

"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, Fang sighed and nodded with satisfaction.

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

The guest thought for a while: "It seems that the girl lives in the Baicao Hall at the bottom of the mountain!"

"Huh?!"

This time, the cries around were even louder, and even the stall owner accidentally broke the plate in Yishi's hand, and he couldn't care about the distress, so he hurriedly asked: "Is it impossible? That little girl has excellent medical skills! How can she not even cure a cold?"

"How do I know this, anyway, she was gouged out of her eyes, Qing is right!" the guest dissatisfied.

"How so?"

There was a sigh around: "What a good girl......"

In the villages and towns around here, there are boys who have reached the age of marriage, who doesn't want to marry her? There is no boy, and whose man has not moved the mind of taking her as a concubine?

In the corner, the monkey had left at some point. The table was full of spit bun skins.