Chapter 963 (1/2)

In the ear,

is the sound of wind,

in the chest,

because of this huge penetrating injury, there is also the whistling of wind.

Those winds,

shuttle, collide and revolve in their own bones and bodies, which seems to ring the prologue of symphony.

But for me,

is the final note.

The old monkey knew that

he was over, and that

he was over. After so long,

he couldn't go on.

Before death, people seem to habitually ignore the flow of time, and many pictures will appear in their minds;

it's like a judge will make a summary of you before executing a judgment on a person;

at this moment,

when falling from the body of the yama Dharma,

the old monkey's eyes that gradually lose their brilliance,

it seems that he saw one in that summer night A man in white came to the forest. At that time,

he and the mountain moving coolie fought for a spring in the forest.

The man appeared,

he said,

don't worry,

he came to help mediate.

Then,

he beat himself and coolie.

At the end of mediation,

Lingquan returned to him,

later,

he built a thatched house beside Lingquan.

At that time, he and Qianshan coolie were both under age, just because of their blood, they were also the generation that could not be underestimated among the local monsters.

Seeing such a fairyland middle-aged man appear,

and the other side is so fierce,

after beating himself and the mountain moving coolie,

kneels at his feet,

cries out to the ”immortal” to accept us.

Then,

he beat himself and coolie again.

He said,

don't mention the word ”immortal” with him,

the word ”immortal” is just a fart and stinks.

However,

he said,

one can be accepted, which is the rule, only one can be accepted.

He said he didn't like the rule either, adding that it took him a long time to overcome his allergy to hair.

But the rules were set by his ancestors. There was no way.

He felt that his previous generation, his previous generation, his previous generation might not like monkeys, but who is the oldest ancestor.

The best way to catch monkeys from generation to generation is not to duplicate them.

He said it took him a long time to find himself and move.

He was helpless and disgusted, sighing;

make do with it.

He threw a firefly into the old forest, waved his hand, picked up a pot of wine, poured it and drank it himself,

at the same time, he said with a smile:

”go find it.”

His smile is like a vicious dog, which bumps into the heartstrings of himself and the mountain moving;

he and the mountain moving coolie are really like two hounds, running into the forest together and starting to find.

Three days later,

grabs the firefly and comes out cheerfully;

the coolie is down in the dumps;

but he says,

”what he wants is the one he can't find.”

Then,

he accepted the coolie of moving mountains.

I am very confused. Up to now, I can't understand,

What's wrong with me,

will be treated differently like this?

It's a game, winning or losing depends on his thinking;

that summer,

caught a firefly by himself,

but lost the tomorrow he wanted.

He lived in the woods for ten years. Although he didn't accept himself,

he usually taught himself and the coolie of moving mountains equally.

I've tried my best to make up for it,

to make progress,

I want to squeeze out the hard work of moving mountains and try to replace it,

or,

let him break the rules and accept them!

But ten years later,

he is leaving,

he takes away the coolie of moving mountains,

he leaves himself.

It was also a summer night,

he did not soar to the sky like a fairy, but went down directly,He also said that he liked heaven, but the sky was too broken, and the house was expensive. Pavilions, pavilions, waterside pavilions and singing platforms were all deceptive advertisements, and the timing was all old and small.

He also said that he felt that the ground was a bit dreary, but who told him that his industry was underground? After ten years of playing, he had nothing to do. Alas, he could only go back to inherit the whole hell's family property;

he said: bitter, bitter.

He is the king of hell,

his family,

for generations,

is in charge of hell,

is in charge of yin and Yang.

He left, and so did coolie, who sat in front of the hut for three days and three nights.

I can't think about it.

even though thousands of years have passed,

I still can't think about it.

Why didn't I choose myself?

Why?

Why?

In the end What's the difference?

I'm so smart!

If what he took away at that time was himself and what he left behind was the coolie of moving mountains,

he has confidence,

now, he is still the king of hell!

The last time I met him,

he was gone,

what he came back was the mountain moving coolie,

the mountain moving coolie said that he had left, and after listening to the Buddha's words, he left.

Then,

beat the coolie to move the mountain.

Moving mountain coolie stood there and didn't move,

he beat himself.

In fact, it's hard to say when I was a child about fighting, but when I grow up, I really can't beat that moving coolie. Look at the name, I'm sure I can't.

Then,

coolie also left. Before leaving, he said that he should guard what he left behind.

What's the use of keeping things when others are gone?

Over the years,

the campfire in summer night in youth,

the carp in winter pond in old age.

The only relief is that

he is still

I have been puzzled and deeply puzzled. It's not only why I didn't choose myself, but also why he ended up.

It's more unbelievable than when the primary election moves coolie not to choose himself!

Now,

seems to be with the rapid passage of their own vitality,