The wind whispered in his ears.

In his chest,

Because of the massive, gaping wound, the wind howled through him.

Those winds,

They coursed through his bones, his flesh, colliding, swirling,

Like the overture to a symphony.

And this,

For him,

Was the final note of the finale.

The old monkey knew,

He was finished.

Finally finished.

He had苟 (gou, survived by clinging to life) for so long,

But he couldn't 苟 (gou, survive by clinging to life) any longer.

It seemed that people, when facing death, habitually ignored the passage of time, and their minds filled with images.

It was like a judge summarizing your life before passing sentence.

At this moment,

As he fell from the Yama dharma body,

In the old monkey's eyes, which were gradually losing their light,

He seemed to see a bonfire on a summer night.

A man in white robes came to the wild forest.

At the time,

He and the搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) were fighting fiercely over a spiritual spring in the forest.

The man appeared.

He said,

Don't rush.

He was there to mediate.

Then,

He beat both him and the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) up.

Mediation concluded.

The spiritual spring was his.

Later,

He built a thatched hut next to the spring.

At that time, both he and the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) were not yet adults, but because of their bloodlines, they were considered formidable among the local demons.

Seeing such a仙风道骨 (xian feng dao gu, otherworldly) middle-aged man appear,

And being so powerful,

He and the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie), after being beaten,

Knelt at his feet,

And begged the "Immortal" to take them in.

Then,

He beat both him and the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) up again.

He said,

Don't mention the word "Immortal" to him.

"Immortal" was just fart, stinking to high heaven.

However,

He said,

He could take one in; it was the rule, he could only take one.

He said he didn't like the rule either, and that it had taken him a long time to overcome his allergy to fur.

But this rule was set by his ancestors, there was nothing he could do.

He felt that his previous generation, his generation before that, his generation before that, probably didn't like monkeys, but who told the oldest ancestor to like them so much.

Catching monkeys generation after generation, and they couldn't be the same.

He said he had been looking for a long time to find him and 搬山 (ban shan).

He was a little helpless, and a little disgusted,

Sighing,

"Just make do with what you have."

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

And laughed:

"Go find it."

His laughter was like a rabid dog, disrupting the heartstrings of him and 搬山 (ban shan).

He and the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) really acted like hunting dogs, rushing into the forest together and starting to search.

Three days later,

He caught the firefly and came out elated.

The 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) was dejected.

But he said,

"What he wants to take is the one who didn't find it."

Then,

He took in the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie).

He didn't understand, and even now, he still couldn't understand,

What was it about him that was lacking,

That he would be treated so differently?

It was a game, the victory or defeat depending entirely on his whim.

That summer,

He caught a firefly,

But lost the tomorrow he wanted because of it.

He lived in the forest for ten years.

Although he didn't take him in,

He usually treated him and the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) equally in teaching them cultivation.

He went to great lengths,

To please,

To improve,

He wanted to squeeze out the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie), to replace him,

Or,

To make him break the rules and take in two!

But ten years later,

He was leaving.

He took the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) with him,

And left him behind.

That was also a summer night.

He didn't ascend to the heavens like an immortal,

But went directly to the ground.

He himself had said that he liked going to heaven, but heaven was too broken, and the houses were too expensive, the pavilions and towers were all false advertising, and in reality, it was all old, broken and small.

He also said that he felt a bit rustic going underground, but what could he do when his family's business was underground? He had been out playing for ten years, and hadn't accomplished anything, so he could only go back to inherit the family fortune of the entire hell.

He said: Bitter, bitter.

He was the King of Hell.

His family,

Generation after generation,

Controlled hell,

Controlled yin and yang.

He left, and the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) also left.

He sat in front of the small wooden house,

For three days and three nights.

He couldn't understand,

Even after a thousand years,

He still couldn't understand,

Why didn't he choose him in the first place?

Why?

On what basis?

What was he… lacking?

He was so smart!

If he had taken him away and left the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) behind,

He was confident,

That he would still be the King of Hell!

The last time they met,

He was gone.

The 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) came back,

The 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) said he was gone, that he had left after listening to the words of that Bodhisattva.

Then,

He beat the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) up.

The 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) stood there without moving,

Letting him beat him.

Actually, it was hard to say about fighting when they were kids, but after growing up, he really couldn't beat that 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie). Just looking at the name, he knew he couldn't beat him.

Then,

The 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) also left, saying that he would guard what he had left behind before leaving.

The person was gone,

What was the use of guarding things?

So many years had passed.

The summer night bonfire of his youth,

The cold pond carp of his old age.

The only comfort was,

That he was still…

He had once been puzzled, deeply puzzled,

Puzzled not only by why he hadn't chosen him in the first place,

But also,

Why he would end up in that situation.

This was even more unbelievable than choosing the 搬山苦力 (ban shan ku li, Mountain Moving Coolie) over him!

Now,

It seemed that with the rapid loss of his vitality,

As his death knell had already begun to toll,

He still hadn't understood,

But it seemed… he had let it go a little.

Many things were blurry when viewed through the fog, not clear, but after letting go, they could be seen more clearly.

The old monkey laughed,

Lying on the ground,

Falling into the muddy swamp.

The dark, turbid rainwater washed over his decaying body again and again.

"Ah…………"

Not a scream,

Not a groan,

Not an unconscious lament.

In this sound,

Carried,

Was understanding.

"Hahahaha…………"

The Yama's dharma body slowly stood up.

In the distance,

The middle-aged man also slowly stood up.

He clapped his hands,

Straightened his collar,

The dharma body's huge body raised its foot,

And stepped on the old monkey's chest.

"Your era ended long ago; why are you still here causing trouble?"

The voice,

Came from Lawyer An's mouth.

At this time, Lawyer An,

Was standing next to the old monkey's body,

Almost facing the old monkey's ear.

The old monkey just kept laughing, his laughter weak.

Lawyer An's eyes were full of horror. He thought this was too absurd.

That one,

That one,

Was actually Yama!

"Mount Tai has collapsed, and the Lord has died."

Hearing this,

The old monkey's huge body trembled,

And retorted forcefully:

"Mount Tai… is eternal."

The middle-aged man also laughed, his gaze slowly rising, starting to chase after that black figure.

Back then,

He had originally thought that he had banished him forever,

But he didn't expect that he could still be alive.

You want to find the last Mount Tai,

What a coincidence,

You actually ended up with this monkey.

Two old remnants, huddled together for warmth?

This combination is really good.

At the same time,

It's also ridiculous.

The middle-aged man raised his hand.

The Yama dharma body raised his hand.

Lawyer An also raised his hand.

A black sky slowly crushed down,

Locking down the space that the black figure wanted to move around in.

Since you've shown your face,

Don't leave again.

You mad dog,

Must end here too.

The remnants of Mount Tai must be cleaned up!

Considering it this way,

This trip back to the mortal realm,

He's really done a lot.

He originally wanted to bring a snack back for Di Ting,

But he didn't expect to have two unexpected gains along the way.

Interesting,

Meaningful,

Like this guy with a crime on his head,

He could feel delighted.

"Even if the Lord were reborn and appeared before me, believe it or not, I would still have the ability to let him know:

What is滄海桑田 (cang hai sang tian, great changes over time),

What is the vicissitudes of time,

What is物是人非 (wu shi ren fei, things change)!"

"The stage,

No longer belongs to you.

Either,

Get off obediently,

Or,

Be kicked off!"

Lawyer An shouted these words loudly.

Then,

He saw the old monkey raise his hand.

As long as this hand came down,

He would be smashed into mincemeat,

And even under this terrifying astral wind,

His soul would be hard to spare.

Lawyer An panicked.

He wanted to shout that he was wrong, to shout that he was forced, but he couldn't control his body at all now.

"A despicable person who sells out his master for glory… a bastard who steals a high position, you, want to learn from us old monkeys and put on airs?"

The old monkey's big hand slowly lowered and placed it next to Lawyer An's body.

Lawyer An breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ten Halls, Yama, heh heh, yin and yang are about to change, even I know, yin and yang are about to change.

When that time comes,

What will you be?"

The middle-aged man wasn't angry, he just said calmly:

"You don't have to worry about my affairs. You won't see that day.

Go down.

Your time is up.

Go down and see,

Maybe you can find that last waste."

As he spoke,

The middle-aged man suddenly "Oh"ed,

And laughed:

"Oh, I almost forgot, I'm in charge of down there."

"Waste…?"

"Still eager to protect your master at this time?"

"Waste…?"

"Playing a good hand so badly, what else could you be but a waste?"

"You… are very good."

The Yama's dharma body grabbed the black figure above in one hand. Grabbed it, he grabbed it.

"I'm… going down…."

The old monkey suddenly sighed.

"Admitted it?" The middle-aged man asked.

"I dare not go down… because… because he said… he said he was in charge of down there."

Hearing this,

The middle-aged man's divine sense began to spread out rapidly,

The old monkey's words weren't directed at him!

"Boom!"

The old monkey used his last bit of strength to smash his fist on the ground.

The terrifying shock quickly spread out,

Directly interfering with the middle-aged man's divine sense search.

At the same time,

The old monkey used his last bit of strength,

Raised his broken chest,

And shouted in a hoarse voice:

"I only have one request… one request… let him… don't interfere… it's too dark down there… I'm afraid of the dark…

Just let him… accompany me… down together… as company…"

In the distant mountain gully,

Boss Zhou, who had been standing in the rain for a long time,

Nodded,

And said:

"Alright."