The monkey that will cross in the journey to the west

Chapter 126 Spring blooms for a reason, autumn fall is the fruit

Journey to the West, at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain.

The dazed Zhu Yan suddenly opened his eyes.He looked around, the mountains and forests were green and green, and the wild flowers were lush and tender.

It has been several springs and autumns at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain. The mountain is covered with weeds and trees, and vines grow wildly in the wild.Zhu Yan's heart moved, and he calculated the time.He spent six or seven years at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain in a daze.

When Zhu Yan moved his body, only his arms and head could move. His body was pressed under the mountain and he could not move.

He could feel his powerful veins and surging mana, but he was sealed and unable to use it.

Zhu Yan closed his eyes.

The Heavenly Palace was rioting, suppressed, the Monkey King came, and when the Monkey King left, he was lonely in the shadows, Kong Anzhi in the White Snake World.

Like a dream, everything in the past happened in his daze.

Kong Anzhi!Is it a dream?
Zhu Yan raised a question, he didn't know how to answer, he remembered, clearly remembered everything in that world, he wanted to steal his life there, and be a beast under the protection of some little girl.

To escape the mistakes he made in this world.

Perhaps that world was woven by Zhu Yan subconsciously to deceive himself!This is not the first time Zhu Yan has done this.

Traveler!
The corners of Zhu Yan's mouth curled up, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

Travelers from other people's homes have the heart of the strong as soon as they travel through time, either fighting for hegemony and killing all directions, or enjoying themselves and collecting beauties and men.Even if the world is an enemy, it can rise in adversity.

As for Zhu Yan, since he traveled through time, he had to learn from his master to pass on the Dao, and through time travel to collect magic weapons, he was still a failure with such a high starting point.

Zhu Yan was lying there, not having much energy in his body. Maybe he was the one who won the lottery jackpot in this world. He suddenly got rich, couldn't keep his heart, lost himself in the money, and embarked on the road of crime. .

When the spring breeze blows, a hundred flowers bloom.Zhu Yan lay lifelessly on his stomach.Talk about being carefree, care about ambition and ambition, it's tiring, it's better to sleep.

The stubborn stone is green and covered with moss marks, and the willow leaves are green on the barren grave.Halfway through the mountain road, the spring grass is green for pedestrians.

The vines take root on the rock wall, and the dead branches of old trees are in spring.The monstrous monkey lay low, not seeing the sun and growing its heart.

In spring, the flowers are blooming, the bees are flying, the birds are singing for joy, and everything is thriving. Only the old monkey in the mountain is lifeless.

Spring flowers fade, summer flowers bloom, and the sound of cicadas is disabled.The small apricots are first ripe, and the lotus pods are waiting for people to pick them.

Zhu Yan pulled the grass beside him, a touch of green, growing from the cracks in the rocks.

"You are also unknown, withered and prosperous for only one autumn, why bother to take root, and the leaves point to the blue sky?" Zhu Yan shook his head.Looking at the mountains in summer, there are green everywhere.Very boring, it is better to sleep.

The leaves are yellow, the forest flowers are withering, and the chrysanthemums are blooming all over the sky.

The mountains are golden, with dead leaves and golden chrysanthemums, and old butterflies flying in the autumn wind.

When Zhu Yan woke up, he felt his nose itch and opened his eyes.A bright yellow chrysanthemum is in front of you.

Ha ha!

"I'm just mocking you, you still hold grudges." The grass that grew out of the crevices of the rock finally bloomed its own beauty.Weak yet strong.

The autumn wind blows, and the fallen leaves are piled up at the foot of the mountain. Zhu Yan is buried, and he picks up the dead leaves angrily. He feels that the world is against him.

The autumn night is slightly cool, the wind is light, the grass and trees shake slightly, and fireflies fly out, one, two, more and more. In this dark night, even the fireflies shine like stars.

The light of fireflies also shines brightly?
Zhu Yan stared blankly at the autumn night under the Five Elements Mountain, at least they illuminated his way and saw each other.Zhu Yan thought to himself.

Insects chirped, vegetation rustled, and the scent of fruit wafted in the air. Zhu Yan suddenly felt thirsty, longing for unknown fruits on distant trees.

This autumn, no one came, and Zhu Yan felt a little lonely.Maybe autumn is inherently lonely.

Time passed day by day.The branches are bald, the Five Elements Mountain is no longer green, and the earth is withered and yellow.

The autumn wind howls, and the grass breaks horizontally.Thousands of flying grass roll the land, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers dry up.

The goshawk mourns, and the tiger swallows mournfully.The north wind blows down thousands of piles of snow, and the mountain is filial in white.

Autumn is gone, the mountains and rivers snow overnight, and the sky is full of white clothes.

Zhu Yan shook his head, looked around, his eyes were all white.

He grabbed a handful of snow and put it in his mouth, it was cold and tasteless.

Winter is coming, the beasts in the mountains are asleep, and the birds are gone. This is a more dreary time than autumn.

Maybe it was because he slept all summer, but Zhu Yan was very energetic. He looked at the snow under the Five Elements Mountain with his eyes, every day, every moment.

The warm sun was shining, the snow had melted, and the cold wind was howling. He couldn't feel the cold wind, but his heart was cold.

In Zhu Yan's ears, he could occasionally hear the sound of dead wood breaking. The silence of winter makes people despair, until a ray of fragrance strikes.

The plum blossoms are in full bloom. In this cold season, Zhu Yan can't use his magical powers, and he can't see far away. He can only see a touch of red far away, which seems to be the only color in this world.

Every day, Zhu Yan looked up at the plum blossoms in the distance. When the cold wind came, the plum blossoms swayed on the branches, and he stood proudly facing the cold wind.

It's another winter snow, the sky and the earth are white, only the plum blossoms are pink, standing proudly in the snow.

"It's freezing cold, why do you need to bloom against the wind?" Zhu Yan asked silently.

A wisp of fragrance hits along the wind, it is the only color in the world.

Winter is gone, and the plum blossoms are gone.The earth revived, and tender shoots emerged from the yellow earth.

Green!Green!
The footsteps of spring come, he is green.

After the lonely winter, Zhu Yan felt that everything was fresh. He watched the grass grow out of the ground and the branches sprouted.He sees flowers blooming.

Is the peach blossom in front of the master's door open?Zhu Yan's eyes gradually became dull.

There is a reason for spring blooming, and autumn fall is said to be fruit.

Longevity is originally a matter in the mirror, and it is in vain to catch the shadow of the moon.

The rain beats the lotus and the lotus is quiet, and the peach blossoms are full of spring.

Xianxia has three thousand dreams in the world, is this life a dream?
Zhu Yan's eyes look at this world, the reincarnation of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Xiaocao's one-year-old withering glory, short-lived temporary release, plum blossoms proud of the snow, and autumn chrysanthemums dyed in layers.

Day after day, year after year.

No one came to see him, and no one appeared here. Occasionally, animals approached, and when they saw Zhu Yan, they turned around and ran away in fright.

I don't know how many years passed, Zhu Yan's head turned green, moss dyed his hair green, a tiny grass seed fell on Zhu Yan's head, spring came again, the grass seed germinated, and a small grass fell on Zhu Yan's head. grow out of the head.

Looking back on his life, Zhu Yan smiled faintly, neither angry at making a big mistake, nor happy at defeating a powerful enemy.

For too long, he lay there like a stone, from being lifeless, to observing the world boringly, to thinking about the changes of nature.In the end, I don't think, I don't want to, like a stubborn stone, covered with moss.

"Di Di!"

The sound of the bamboo flute awakened Zhu Yan, his dead eyes opened, and he saw a shepherd boy riding a yellow ox in the distance.

Zhu Yan watched quietly, without any surprises or curiosity in his heart, he just watched quietly.

Maybe it was because the grass was growing well here, so the shepherd boy tied the cattle on the grass and wandered around.

"Huh!" The shepherd boy wandered to a place not far from Zhu Yan, and suddenly saw Zhu Yan, and Zhu Yan also looked at the shepherd boy.

The four eyes met, and there was a brief silence.

"Ah!" A scream spread all over Wuxing Mountain.

The old scalper in the distance heard the sound and looked up curiously.Seemingly finding nothing, he lowered his head and continued to eat grass.

The shepherd boy screamed for a while, and yelled in horror: "A monster!"

Zhu Yan looked at the shepherd boy with a smile, and said, "I won't eat people who scare their pants."

The shepherd boy subconsciously looked down at his crotch. He didn't want to urinate at first, but the crotch was instantly damp, and there was a smell of urine.

"Hehe!" Zhu Yan laughed dryly.

(End of this chapter)