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Under the bright moonlight,

a little golden monkey nimbly shuttled through the forest. Slowly approaching the old peach tree.

This time, it learned its lesson. It did not appear in such a swaggering manner as before. Instead, it consciously began to hide itself with the surrounding environment.

After all, the wound left by the leopard was still painful. It taught him an important lesson in life, making him understand that nature is still very cruel and the law of the jungle is everywhere.

The surrounding scenery kept moving backwards in the eyes of the little monkey, and soon it came to the place where it was born.

Under the majestic waterfall, there was humid water vapor everywhere. The quiet forest was filled with the cry of nightingales from time to time, as peaceful and peaceful as a fairyland.

An old peach tree appeared in its sight very eye-catchingly.

Compared with other trees, it was simply a towering tree.

The thick branches were covered with dark green leaves, and the whole body was surrounded by a group of invisible spiritual energy, which was also for ordinary creatures.

The little monkey bent over, hid in the dark and looked around for a while. When he found that there were no other animals here, he climbed up the peach tree lightly.

For some reason, it had a feeling that there must be something on this old peach tree that attracted it, and this thing was very important to it.

Just when the little monkey saw the green peach fruit that attracted it, the old peach tree in its sleep suddenly felt uncomfortable as if something was crawling on it. This itchy feeling immediately made it wake up.

After the old peach tree woke up, it soon found the little monkey who was messing with it, but when he looked in the direction of the little monkey, he almost scared himself to death.

As a peach tree, it was so shameless.

This really took its life. The experience seven hundred years ago is still vivid in its mind.

The bones all over the ground seemed to be crying silently, accusing it of being the culprit.

And it had a terrible premonition this time. After seven hundred years of brewing, it bore fruit again. This time, the temptation would be stronger than the last time. The whole island would fall into a crazy feast. The thought of this frightened it so much that it lost a few leaves.

But it was just that tree and couldn't move.

It couldn't do anything! Could it only watch this evil fruit grow bit by bit and finally destroy the whole island?

No! There was still hope.

The monkey.

As long as the monkey picked the peach before it was ripe, it could stop all this.

The old peach tree looked at the little monkey with great excitement, hoping that it would pick the little peach and stop the peach from ripening.

But when the little monkey climbed to the place where the green little peach was, it suddenly stopped.

The furry monkey stared at the peach in front of him with some confusion.

The little monkey had a strong intuition that it was not time to pick the peach yet. If he picked it now, he would lose a lot of things. He should wait for a while before picking it. In addition, in order to avoid being snatched by other animals when it was ripe, he should guard it here.

The little monkey didn't know that this strong intuition was actually the memory of his ancestors from ancient times.

This memory has long been deeply engraved in the souls of their descendants, allowing them to understand and subconsciously do something more beneficial to themselves.

This behavior of the little monkey is also a common behavior of many spiritual beasts. When many spiritual beasts find an unripe spiritual medicine, they will not pick it but wait for it to mature.

The old peach tree saw the little monkey stopped and was about to make a nest on its tree. His mentality exploded instantly and he kept shouting.

"Hurry up and pick it!

Hurry up and pick it. If you are a monkey and don't pick peaches to eat, are you still a monkey?

Oh my God! Please pick this peach. This thing really can't be left."

...

The old peach tree said a lot of things, and the monkey was ready to sleep. It suddenly found a very serious problem. Can this monkey understand what he said?

No!

It should be said that can it hear what I say?

"By the way, I'm just a tree!" When the old peach tree thought of this, he suddenly felt inexplicably depressed.

"Is it really impossible to change?

I just want to be a tree, is it so difficult?"

Just when the old peach tree was desperate, it kept muttering to itself, "It's over, it's really over this time." The little monkey suddenly sat up and looked around, as if it was frightened.

In fact, when the little monkey just lay down, a sound suddenly came from its ear, which made it instantly explode.

"It's impossible. How could there be animals here? I can feel that there are no other animals around.

But where is this incomprehensible sound coming from?"

The little monkey blinked in confusion and hid his body deep under the leaves. He couldn't find the source of the sound. He didn't dare to sleep at all. If another leopard suddenly came and bit him while he was sleeping, it would be a disaster.

Following the sound, the little monkey was surprised to find that the sound came from the old peach tree.

It touched its head. It was very puzzled and confused at this time. After a day of exploration, it should know.

Trees, this kind of thing, shouldn't be able to talk, right?

But the scene in front of him seemed to overturn all its common sense of the day as if in a joke.

Although the little monkey didn't understand what the tree was saying, he tried it and found that he could make the sound. He was so happy that he kept saying, "It's over, it's over, it's over now... As a tree, I have tried my best. If you want to blame someone, blame this monkey for not eating peaches. I am so tired.

But when I think of monkeys, I think of Journey to the West. When I think of Journey to the West, I think of the Sino-US co-production of Journey to the West in the second half of this year. It is a great success in both literature and art.

Oh my God!

What am I talking about? What am I thinking? What is the matter with this Sino-US co-production of literature and art? What are these things in my head?"

The old peach tree, which has been lonely for more than a thousand years, has long regarded talking to itself as an active skill. If nothing happens, it can talk to itself about God.

But at this time, it was surprised to find that there was another voice repeating what he said. Following this voice, it found that the monkey could actually speak.

No!

The most important thing is that the monkey can actually hear what he said. The old peach tree, which was originally desperate, instantly ignited hope and even a trace of joy.

After being lonely for a thousand years, it finally had an animal that could hear what it said. More importantly, as long as the monkey understood what it meant, this catastrophe might be strangled in the cradle.

The old peach tree cleared its throat and said, "Brother Monkey, Brother Monkey, I am Bajie!

Ugh!

Brother Monkey, Brother Monkey, listen to me, please help me pick that peach. This is not a good peach. When it ripens, all the ferocious predators and herbivores on the island will gather here to snatch this fruit. Moreover, this peach has a fatal attraction. Its fragrance can make animals more excited, and the whole island will fall into a feast of killing."

The old peach tree hadn't said this sentence so happily for a long time, but when it finished speaking, it found that the monkey actually imitated him and repeated what he said, jumping up and down happily.

The old peach tree was so unconvinced that it repeated its words several times. The little monkey was surprised and amused when he heard the old peach tree making sounds again, so he started to talk as fast as the old peach tree.

The sky gradually turned white, marking the arrival of the second day, and birds were chirping everywhere on the island.

After a night of communication, the old peach tree finally gave up. The monkey could hear what he said, but he couldn't understand it.

"What's the use of this!"