"ah--"

Lao Zhu stretched his waist hard, shook his body and stood up from the ground. He looked at the sun hanging high in the sky, and then he realized that he had slept for a long time. Lao Zhu couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I, Lao Zhu, have just been unconscious for a day and two nights, and I can still sleep. I, Lao Zhu, are really a pig."

Lao Zhu did not notice that his title had changed without realizing it. It turned out that he would not call himself a man of Mandarin. This was actually influenced by Marshal Tianpeng's memory. Marshal Tianpeng was a celestial immortal who had been practicing for many years, and the memories he had far exceeded those of Lao Zhu's own memory. This made Lao Zhu unconsciously affected a certain degree of influence after receiving Marshal Tianpeng's memory.

Of course, this does not mean that Lao Zhu's consciousness was influenced by Marshal Tianpeng's thoughts. Lao Zhu's thoughts were not eroded at all, but after a long memory was added out of thin air, it was inevitable that his thoughts would be affected to a certain extent. Just like after a person struggled in society for decades, his thinking pattern could no longer be the same as his teenager who lacked experience.

"Gurgle..." A loud belly sound came from Lao Zhu's stomach. What followed was an unbearable hunger. Lao Zhu realized that he had not eaten for two days, so it would be strange if he was not hungry.

"I have to find some food." Lao Zhu rubbed his empty stomach, stood up from the ground, and prepared to find something to eat.

At the beginning, Lao Zhu didn't think it was so difficult to find something to eat. Although he was just a pig about two months old, he had no experience in living in the wild. Isn't he still a treasure with him? With the Nine-Toothed Rake, it's not easy to get some food in this mountain forest?

"Baby, come out!" Old Zhu thought and put out the nine-toothed rake and held it in his hand.

"Baby, fly up and take me Lao Zhu to hunt." Lao Zhu said to the Nine-Type Rake in his heart. At the same time, the two pigs raised their trotters and threw the Nine-Type Rake out.

"Bang!" The nine-toothed rake thrown by Lao Zhu made a graceful parabola and smashed heavily on the ground.

"No, why didn't it fly?" Lao Zhu's pig eyes suddenly widened, "Isn't that guy that Marshal Tianpeng used it? Why did he fail to destroy my old Zhu here? Could it be that this rake doesn't recognize me, Lao Zhu? That's not right. If I don't recognize my own master, how can I, Lao Zhu be free to retract me?"

Lao Zhu didn't know that the reason why the Nine-Toothed Rake could automatically obey Marshal Tianpeng's command and flew out from the pursuit of farmers and villagers with Marshal Tianpeng because the Nine-Toothed Rake, the magic weapon, is a spiritual treasure. All spiritual treasures have spirituality and can understand the meaning of the master, and can automatically protect the master when the master is in danger.

But that night, the evil spirit suddenly emerged from the evil valley. The Nine-Toothed Rake felt that Marshal Tianpeng's life was threatened and spontaneously protected the master. As a result, he was unable to defeat the power of the evil spirit. His own spirituality was seriously damaged and almost completely annihilated. He never acted at the death and automatically protected the master's spirituality.

Although Lao Zhu was reincarnated as Zhu Bajie, who was reincarnated by Marshal Tianpeng, he was not the real Marshal Tianpeng after all. He was just an ordinary person in later generations, and his soul was just an ordinary human soul. Even if Marshal Tianpeng's soul was broken, his body had been taken over by Lao Zhu who had traveled through time. However, Lao Zhu, an outsider, wanted to completely merge with his body and completely absorb and completely digest the fragments of Marshal Tianpeng's soul scattered in his body, which was not possible in three or five days.

Before absorbing and digesting Marshal Tianpeng's soul, Lao Zhu was no different from an ordinary pig except having a human soul, and had no magical power at all. With Marshal Tianpeng's identity as the reincarnation, he could only sacrifice and put away the nine-toothed rake. If he wanted to exert the power of the Nine-toothed rake, it would be difficult to ascend to the sky. For Lao Zhu today, the Nine-toothed rake is actually just a convenient rake for carrying.

After trying it over and over again, Lao Zhu had to admit in frustration that his plan to easily hunt the Nine-Toothed Rake was completely bankrupt. If he wanted to solve the problem of hunger, he could only rely on himself.

But it is not easy for a small pig who has just left his nest for less than two months to survive in the mountains and forests!

Still going to hunt? Old Zhu looked at his delicate body and shook his head helplessly. With his small body, except for being able to bully pheasant and hare, if he meets other wild beasts, he will give him extra meals. But pheasants can fly and hares can run, they are not something he can catch up with.

Digging a trap? He had no other tools at hand except a nine-toothed rake. Digging a pit with a rake? The problem is that the rake is used to loosen the soil, not to dig a pit. After a rake, a lot of stone tiles were dug out, and the ground was cushioned loose and thin, which was good for farming. As for the pit, it was not even a prototype.

Picking wild fruits from trees to eat? Lao Zhu thought, and although Lao Zhu was a pig, he could not get a tree. It would be no problem to put down a few trees with a nine-toothed rake weighing thousands of pounds in his hand. But now it is in early summer, what kind of wild fruits can be eaten on the trees?

After struggling for a while, Lao Zhu finally realized a fact: he really does not have the ability to survive in the wild. If this continues, he may become the first god in the world to starve to death.

Old Zhu, who was anxious to get hungry, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and the bravest ones starved to death to the timid ones. Since he couldn't support himself, he had to think of a solution from the wrong ways.

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As night falls, the sky seems to be covered by a thick curtain, and it is pitch black without a trace of light. The wind is blowing, blowing through the undulating mountains, colliding with the plants, trees and rocks in the mountains, stirring up a "whistling" sound like a ghost crying.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small village. The reason why it is called a small village is because there are only a dozen families in the entire village. More than a dozen houses are all made of bamboo strips, wooden strips, yellow mud, green tiles and other materials. They are simple and simple, and have a simple mountain style.

There are many villages of this size in the Fuling Mountains. The Fuling Mountains have many mountains and few lands. Although there are also some large areas of land that are open for cultivation and large villages with a large population derived from it, there are more small villages composed of few households and more than a dozen households. Since the villagers living in this small mountain village have no land to cultivate, almost every family is a hunter who relies on the mountain to earn a living by hunting.

On such a dark and windy night, a small shadow suddenly emerged from the mountains and sneaked into this small mountain village with only a dozen families under the cover of night. After sneaking into the village, the small shadow looked at it for a moment, and then tiptoed to the first family at the entrance of the village.

Due to the poor family background, no serious courtyard walls were found in every household in the village, but simply surrounded a small courtyard with a wooden fence. The black shadow climbed and stomped over the wooden fence less than one person in a few seconds and fell into the courtyard.

The black shadow tiptoed under the eaves of the house, and his two forelimbs spread out, a faint light flashed by, and suddenly a long rake appeared. He raised the rake and carefully hooked down a string of bacon hanging on the wall.

Pick the skewers off the target and bit them in their mouths. Then the black shadow raised the rake to hook another skewers. Unexpectedly, it accidentally failed to hook them, causing the skewers to fall to the ground, making a "pop" sound.

"What sound?" A man's voice suddenly came from the room, but the owner of the house was awakened by the sudden sound.

The black shadow outside the room suddenly stiffened, leaning against the wall and not daring to move, as if afraid of making any noise.

"What's wrong, dad?" A crisp voice unique to a girl rang out.

"I heard a little movement outside the window. Lan'er, stay in the house honestly, Dad, go out and take a look." The middle-aged man's voice sounded again, and then the lights in the house lighted up, followed by a sound of dressing and shoes.

Hearing this, the black shadow outside the house no longer dared to wait. Another faint light flashed and the rake held in both hands suddenly disappeared. He reached out and picked up the string of bacon that fell on the ground. Then he rushed to the fence wall in a few steps, climbed up the fence wall with his hands, rolled down the wall and ran away.

But in this way, the noise was huge, and there was a "crackling" sound in the room, and it was obvious that the people in the room also accelerated their movements. The door suddenly opened, and a strong man suddenly came out of it. Seeing the little black shadow who had just crossed the fence, the man roared: "Stop it for me!" He held the hunting fork and chased after him.

But the man was quick, and the black shadow was faster. When the man opened the gate and chased him out, the black shadow had already run out of the village and penetrated into the mountains. On this dark and windy night, it was pitch black everywhere. When the black shadow entered the mountains, it was like fish entering the sea. Where could he find it? The man held a hunting fork and cursed at the dark mountains at the entrance of the village, and then returned in disappointment.

Back in the yard, I saw a pretty girl wearing a moon-white dress and a thin silk dress, who looked fourteen or fifteen years old, standing in the yard with a torch. Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a trace of worry emerged from her big, watery eyes. Seeing the man entering the yard, he hurriedly asked, "Dad, how about it?"

The man sighed and said, "It was one step late, so I let it run away. It was dark and dark at this night, and I couldn't see what it was, but it was not big. I guess it was either a mountain wolf or a wild boar." Speaking of this, the man seemed to suddenly remember something and asked the girl: "Lan'er, check it carefully, have you lost anything in our house?"

"Dad, I've checked it. I lost two skewers of bacon that were only hung under the eaves of the house. There were quite a few other things." The girl opened her red lips and replied softly.

"Damn it, it's a pity that two skewers of good meat." The man grinned with pain. The bacon hung under the eaves were made of good meat from hunted wild animals. Even hunters treated it as good things and were reluctant to eat it easily. Unexpectedly, two skewers were stolen after being careless. It would be strange if they didn't feel sorry for it.

Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew, and the girl in the yard couldn't help but tremble. When the man saw it, he didn't care about his bacon, and hurried to the girl, "Lan'er, there is a lot of cold outside, hurry into the house."

"Then dad, please hurry into the house."

"You go into the house first, give me the torch, I'll clean up a little, what if the beast comes back?" The man said, took the torch from the girl's hand, pushed the girl into the house with a big hand. Then he tiptoed to pick the bacon hanging under the eaves and put it away, and moved it into the house.

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