HBWnovel Chapter 359 My Neighbor Carries a Mountain 3
Chapter 359 My Neighbor Carries a Mountain 3
The old man was a little stunned when he saw the big fish.
If you eat this fish, will you be able to get it out when you get home? That's a bit difficult.
The scruffy monkey waited for the sharp-nosed little sprite to take its place, but didn't urge the old man to speak immediately.
Its chin rested on a large straw pillow.
The long, golden hair on his head was combed into a shiny middle part and placed behind his ears.
Hey hey hey.
At first glance, this monkey seems to have an even lower IQ.
Those on duty didn't want to cause trouble and turned a blind eye to the murderous god's antics; there was no way they would complain.
If you really provoke it.
If it holds a grudge and seeks revenge, that would be terrible.
No matter how you look at it, this monkey couldn't escape the Five Elements Mountain.
They kept a close watch on the monkey, and no one could find anything wrong with it.
If there's a deity who insists on causing trouble.
The only mistake was the little pangolin that slid freely through the cave in Wuxing Mountain.
That's right.
The little pangolin made itself a wooden skateboard.
You can stand on a skateboard, hold the wooden handles and pedal with your feet, or you can remove the handles and wobble around on the stone road like a human.
I'm really hooked on the system.
It secretly felt that its flatness didn't seem very suitable to be a human.
Even when she's not acting like a human, Pingping manages to live a remarkably fulfilling life; that's a kind of talent, isn't it?
Jiang Ping, a performer with superhuman talent, heard the strange cries of a monkey.
Hurry up and urge its Rongbao to speed up.
"Let's go watch Monkey King scrape fish scales with his tongue!"
There wasn't a trace of reverence for the Monkey King in his words.
No way.
This is the disastrous consequence of close contact with childhood idols.
Idols? They don't exist.
The little pangolin was highly skilled at finding wild fruits, and the scruffy monkey had already taken it as a confidant, eventually giving the pangolin the title of a little brother.
I even asked this little pointy-beaked sprite if it wanted to share the same surname as me…
I can tell.
The Monkey King didn't work in celestial realm for nothing; he learned all the social skills he should have, and probably even learned things he shouldn't have.
It's true what they say, a monkey caught in the officialdom has no choice but to follow its own path.
Let’s not talk about the past.
The scruffy monkey is no longer the dejected monkey it once was.
A small banyan tree quietly taught him how to groom himself.
The scruffy monkey could confidently guarantee that his fur was now much shinier than it had been in the sky.
And it also has more fur.
He's no longer that bald little monkey from the insignificant government office!
Tongzi could only chuckle to himself as he listened to Pingping's complaints about Monkey King.
For the sake of its own reputation and its average popularity, it would never dare to spread such words on the forum.
Who is it? Whose childhood idol could be bald?
Don't dare to think. Don't dare to think.
...
The monkey, who only poked his head out, was quite imaginative.
After the mortal's conversation with the spirit ended, the old man and his fish tail were taken directly to the village entrance.
The little pangolin wasn't very interested, but it still pressed the juice for the monkey with a wooden pestle as usual.
A mixed aroma of sweet and sour fruit wafts over.
Monkey King felt that he had truly made a worthwhile investment in this underling.
"Sharp-beaked, did it take you longer to return today?"
The little monster was digging its way further and further into the stone cave.
Monkey King also began to look forward to it.
Hopefully, this little sprite will be able to dig to the other side of the mountain before it dies.
May Master bless you.
Disciple, please grant this little spirit a little longer.
Otherwise, how will my disciple live in the future?
The old ancestor was quite annoyed by his disciple's rambling words of encouragement, but he still raised his hand and pinched him.
Yo.
This turned out to be a variable.
great.
The ancestor was satisfied and did not take it upon himself to heal the little spirit. Instead, he went into seclusion and planned to reappear after several hundred years.
I wonder who will be in charge of the heavens when the time comes.
Su Zhi, who was also living in seclusion in the temple, had no intention of rebelling. He only focused on gathering women. Having a powerful backer made all the difference.
As long as they are female immortals and female spirits who have not harmed the mortal world.
I know they are all happy to offer me some assistance.
I wonder which female immortals in the underworld and the underworld are secretly helping this Su Zhi.
The ancestor had no intention of prying into other people's plans.
After giving the monkey a dream that he would meet again after his seclusion, no one ever found him again.
But the monkey cried in his dream without any resemblance to the Great Sage.
I don't know how much snot and tears I swallowed.
The old ancestor covered his face, vomiting, and could not bear to look any longer, so he chose to flee quickly.
Hopefully next time.
His monkey was able to break its bad habit of eating snot.
Alas, life is tough for monkeys; they've been forced into this predicament by the gods and Buddhas of heaven.
I wonder how many grudges we've made this time.
The ancestor silently mourned for himself.
Back then, I was just being soft-hearted and wanted to pet the little monkey... How could I have been so quick to take this wicked creature as my disciple!
It's true that being a master means worrying about everything.
The old ancestor was overcome with grief.
The dignified, old-fashioned facade he once wore has also fallen off.
He abruptly reverted to his original image as a simple and honest woodcutter.
...
The master abandoned it and left.
Monkey King covered his ears and cried from his dream out of his sleep, shouting, "I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it!"
The disturbance made the little pangolin so upset that it lost its will to explore the mountain.
After discussing it with the banyan tree, the little spirit and the banyan tree used its roots to carry the letter and invited a local earth god with experience in dealing with people to train Monkey King.
Teach Monkey King some skills in being two-faced and hypocritical.
Oh no.
Perhaps it's the ability to have a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
Anyway, it's just to wear down Monkey King's energy, so he won't cry all day long with drool and snot all over his fur.
In summary, Grandma Lü's lessons can be summarized as "The Human Heart Is Unpredictable".
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Ah Lü, disguised as Granny Lü, went off happily.
She had more experience in dealing with people than her sisters, and the little monster was willing to give away good things. Monkey King was provoked by his little brother's words.
He patiently learned from the land for several days.
No one expected the Great Sage to be released from prison...
After leaving the mountain, he learned to use his brain and conduct himself properly. All A-Lu taught him was how to avoid being blamed and refuse to be taken advantage of.
They act only when they have a valid reason and evidence, and only when they have no evidence do they act secretly.
When encountering an enemy, pretend to be the weaker party, and remember not to be the first to speak out; only take action secretly.
If someone gives you a personal item, wait a few days before using it, and test it beforehand to see if there's any trickery involved.
Even the best relationships can turn sour if the other person suddenly contacts you after a long period of no contact; it might not be anything good.
If you encounter a colleague you really dislike, you can pretend to be stupid, deaf, blind, or mute.
Unless their lives are in danger, don't stop someone who's determined to keep going down a dead end. It's not too late to lend a hand once they've encountered trouble...
The teaching content mainly focuses on brainwashing through dialogue without self-justification.
I imagine the Great Sage will have learned all of this by now.
This should allow them to avoid a lot of imprisonment in the future.
The little sprite and the system felt a little embarrassed.
This one.
If the mountain were hollowed out, could Monkey King still carry it?
Will the bald monk, hundreds of years later, still be able to reach his destination with all four limbs intact?
The little spirit dared to slap the stone and guarantee that this land goddess surnamed Lü must have done it on purpose.
Please ask Granny Lü to train me on this matter.
It's just that the little spirit has connections and knows that the immortals in heaven are holding a banquet.
The guard duty was certainly not rigorous.
The fact that Granny Lü dared to give such inaccurate advice to the Great Sage suggests that her information channels were not to be underestimated. There might even be some undercover female immortals plied with wine by the immortals on duty.