The sunset that day was the color of blood, and countless corpses fell from the sky...

It's in it, too.

With the roar that hit the earth, it smashed into 100,000 mountains and then fell asleep.

If you don’t know the years in your dreams, you will have a hundred years of sleep.

Five hundred years have passed in a flash.

The land of China changed in that bloody rain, mountains and rivers moved, plants and trees grew, livestock became monsters, and mortals also had immortal magic.

And in a morning when no one knew... he opened his eyes.

In the deep pit in the middle of the 100,000 mountains, a monkey stood up. He looked up at the edge of the huge pit as tall as a mountain.

Then he lowered his head and looked at his hands.

It was a pair of hands made of flesh and blood, with clear palm lines on the palms and golden hair on the back of the hand. A gust of wind blew, and the hair moved with the wind.

It even felt a little cool.

The stone monkey was stunned.

What about those boulders attached to their bodies?

What about those big trees that grow between the hair?

Why is the wind cool?

Why is the sun hot?

Why is this mountain so huge?

Here...what is it?

The countless problems in the stone monkey's mind began to breed, and finally found--

I became extremely small, as small as a real monkey.

It didn't know why it was, nor did it know where it was supposed to go? So he started to move forward.

There is no direction, so everywhere is ahead.

His naked feet were stepping on the gravel in the deep pit. For the first time in millions of years, it felt the earth, the wind and rain, and the cold and warmth. His heartbeats faster. The wind in the mountains poured into his throat, causing him to start choking. He would sweat due to the heat during the day and tremble due to the cold at night. It would go faster and faster and faster.

It turns out that the road can be so far and there is no end. It turns out that the mountain can be so high that it can't be crossed in one step.

Finally, the monkey walked out of the 100,000 mountains...

When the sky was born, it came to a roadside.

There are pedestrians on the road.

The monkey was hungry...it saw some grapes that did not grow on the trees, but in baskets.

Well, at that time it didn't know what a "basket" was. In short, it ignored the pedestrians around it and rushed towards the pile of grapes.

"Damn it! There's a monkey here~"

With a angrily shout, the vendor kicked the monkey aside.

"Grandma, where did you come from? Tell you, I'll have a good look at me again!"

The vendor was full of frown and kept waving the shoulder pole in his hand at the monkey.

The monkey squatted beside the road and looked at him blankly. When the vendor saw that he was still moving, he ignored him... In this way, the monkey saw the sun setting in the west from noon, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. When the dusk was drawn into the gold edge, there were still many grapes left in the vendor's frame.

He sighed, looked at the remaining part in the box, and looked at the monkey still squatting beside him.

He waved...

"Come here, it will be rotten for a night anyway, so it's a barbarian."

The monkey walked over slowly, reached out and grabbed a handful of it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The purple juice is sweet, the peel is astringent, the seeds are a little hard, and several tastes are randomly melting into its mouth into a mess.

It eats handful after handful, and it is an innate instinct for every creature to fill in hunger, but it has not felt this way for millions of years.

"eat!"

"tasty!"

It mumbled with its mouth full of stuff.

"My God! You can talk?" The vendor was startled and ran away.

However, just after running a few steps, he found that the monkey seemed to have no hostility, and if this beast wanted to eat people, it would have eaten long ago. Why would he squat by the road all day, and now he tried his best to stuff grapes into his mouth?

So the vendor came over again tentatively.

"Are you a demon?" he asked.

The monkey was stunned, and the purple juice from the corner of his mouth oozed into his hair.

"Are also a demon?" It shook its head. He didn't understand why the other party's words appeared in his words: "No, I am the only demon in this world."

"Ah hahaha--" the little vendor laughed: "It turns out that he is just a little fairy. He probably just has just cultivated to the point where he can speak, and his brain is not even good. There are more than tens of thousands of fairies in the world. If you let other fairies listen to you, you will probably chew you on the spot."

"Ten million fairies in the world?"

"Well—maybe more, I don't know that clearly."

The monkey didn't know if it was choking or what was going on, so he swallowed it and forced the flesh of his mouth to mix the skin and seeds into his stomach.

"Who are you?"

"Me? This-" The vendor scratched his head, as if he thought it was a strange thing to report a monkey's name, so he looked at the shoulder pole in his hand: "I, a farmer, come here to sell grapes every day, just call me Mr. Puti."

"Bodhi?"

"Yeah, Puti."

The monkey was silent for a moment: "What about me?"

"Hmm?" The vendor was stunned: "You don't have a name."

The monkey shook his head.

"You want it?"

The monkey nodded.

"Hahahaha————" Bodhi smiled and sat on the ground: "You are a fairy and you are not smart enough to starve to death or be eaten by other fairies. Maybe you meet a bad dealer who tied you up and locked you in a cage and forced you to jump around, and people are allowed to visit until you are exhausted. Why do you want your name?"

The monkey recalled the last clip of his memory, and the bald villain stood in front of him.

"There was someone standing in front of me. He said his name, but I was speechless..."

Lost and emptiness, at that moment, the stone monkey felt that he was incompatible with all things in the world.

"Oh? Someone has reported your name to you? Where is it?"

The monkey raised his head: "In the sky."

"Ah hahaha--" Bodhi smiled and his stomach hurt: "In the sky? OK, okay, what's that person's name?"

"Golden Cicada Zi..."

Bodhi suddenly froze. He seemed a little scared. He quickly looked around and found that there was no one. He couldn't help laughing again on his face, and finally laughed again with a "pop".

"Hahaha--Tagata sat down with his disciple Jinchan, right... Hahaha, I don't know where you little demon heard this name from. You dare to blow everything. There is no one around. If you meet a devout Buddhist, you will correct your Dharma on the spot!"

The monkey doesn't speak, it doesn't understand why the other party smiles so happily, but it can't empathize with it.

It lowered its head and looked at the ground...

The vendor naturally didn't know why the monkey lowered its head. The angle of the setting sun became deeper and deeper. The golden edges on the mountain turned red. A few rays of afterglow shone on the monkey's hair, as if there was a fire swaying in the wind.

At this moment, the vendor's smile came to an abrupt end...

It happened that the sun sets in the west, and the night wind blew through my ears, making a sound of [whimpering].

The bells ring in the distant village, and [empty] sound.

The vendor is going home.

"Then, you just call it [Wukong]."
Chapter completed!