sjar Chapter 430 The Monkey King vs. the Hunting Dog
Chapter 430 The Monkey King vs. the Hunting Dog
The village where Lao Jiang and Kui San lived was called Xitang Village. There was a widely circulated story in that village: five years ago, Chen Jianjun mysteriously disappeared in the deep mountains of Xing'anling. His companions came back in a madman, shouting, "That big monkey is begging for a death sentence, so he hanged Chen Jianjun!"
The people who went with him went mad after they returned. They would stand in that old house every day, their backs to the door, muttering incoherently. Chen Jianjun's wife, who was also from the same village, cried so hard she could barely breathe, begging the brigade leader to organize a team to go into the forest to find her husband.
The village chief of Xitang Village, having run out of options, ordered Lao Jiang to lead a team, along with Kui San and several other young and strong hunters, into the mountains to find Chen Jianjun.
The group followed the hunting dogs along a small path, running into the back hills where the macaques lived to search. They found that Chen Jianjun's footsteps disappeared into the wild woods where the macaques lived. The group looked up, wondering if Chen Jianjun had climbed a tree, but after searching the vicinity, they couldn't find him. However, they did find an old-fashioned lighter on the ground.
Old Jiang found it strange at the time: "If there's a lighter, there must be a campfire. Find a fire pit."
Several experienced hunters, with a keen eye for the ways of the mountains, actually managed to find a bonfire, along with chicken bones and cat bones, and a small pot on the ground that was already scorched and smoking.
The group of people conferred and said, "How could Chen Jianjun still manage to make the pot smoke? He's so careless."
"That kid is pretty careless. He might see something good, drop the fire, and go looking for it. If he runs too fast, he might not be able to find it again."
Suddenly, Kui San discovered a tree hole that had been hollowed out. He sniffed it and, smelling the unique fermented aroma, exclaimed in surprise, "Monkey wine! That bastard Chen Jianjun has come to steal monkey wine!"
Monkey wine is a food stored by monkeys to survive the winter. Usually, by the time hikers find it, it's been several years and can't be eaten. The monkey wine in this tree hollow is very fresh; it hasn't fully fermented yet. It looks like a newly stored tree hollow by a monkey, not yet forgotten, and the time hasn't been long enough.
The group, now intrigued, continued searching the vicinity and actually found several more tree holes hiding wild fruits. Kui San laughed heartily and said, "Chen Jianjun has stumbled into a monkey's den! It's full of monkey wine; his luck is incredible. He's probably drunk and fast asleep on the ground. Everyone knows Chen Jianjun loves to drink; when he's drunk, he curses and beats his wife. His wife looks so delicate and beautiful; it's a real shame she's with him."
Chen Jianjun was a heavy drinker, and when he got drunk, he would become violent and beat women—everyone in the village knew about it. Strangely enough, his wife, who had been beaten by him for decades, never ran away. When her younger brother came to cause trouble and demanded a divorce, she actually sided with Chen Jianjun. Her brother, finding it all outrageous, simply ignored it.
Chen Jianjun's wife was beaten every few days. When the neighbors across the hall opened their doors, they would either hear the wife crying or Chen Jianjun kneeling on the ground, repenting and slapping himself repeatedly in apology. Then one day, his wife was hanging clothes in the backyard when she suddenly screamed in terror—the clothes in her hands were gone.
Seeing his wife in danger, he rushed over without hesitation, called on his neighbor Xiao Zhao across the street, and together they went into the woods to snatch her clothes.
“There are monkeys! Malaysian monkeys are really something else.”
Kui San and Lao Jiang searched around the ashes left by Chen Jianjun's fire for a while, when suddenly a shadow flashed overhead. They looked up and shone their flashlights on it, and found it was a macaque.
A macaque roared, leaped up, grabbed the flashlight from Kui San's hand, then shrank back to block the vines and ran away, disappearing into the deep forest.
The group breathed a sigh of relief and cursed, "What 'big macaque'? It's just a macaque. A wild monkey."
They were still shaken, having long known the ferocity and vengefulness of the giant macaques. Later, they searched the forest again and found Chen Jianjun's body. His neck was caught in a noose, and he had been fished out and pinned to a treetop. No wonder they couldn't find any footprints.
The hunting dog barked at the tree with its head raised. Old Jiang sighed and said, "What can a macaque do? It's either a big macaque or that kid Chen Jianjun who walked into the trap and got himself caught."
The group left the woods and handed Chen Jianjun's body over to his family. Upon learning of this, Chen's family wept uncontrollably. His wife cried the most; after several days of weeping, she packed her bedding and belongings and returned to her parents' home, where she remarried.
After this incident, Lao Jiang and his group thought it was over. Unexpectedly, they are now bringing up the cause of Chen Jianjun's death again.
After listening to what the others had said, Li Ju'an asked, "Is the collar around Chen Jianjun's neck facing forward or backward?"
Old Jiang was slightly taken aback, but Kui San remembered and said, "That's right."
Li Ju'an said, "That's it. Local mountain people generally don't go into the wild monkey forest. Our local hunters also don't go to the wild monkey forest to set traps. Only hunters from outside Changbai Mountain would set traps. But the roe deer traps set by Changbai Mountain hunters are upside down. If a trap can be set right-side up, there's something wrong with it."
The group thought about it and felt a chill run down their spines and goosebumps rise. Suddenly, Chen Xiangqian said, "Brother Li, are you saying that this was a trap set by that monkey?"
Suddenly, another gunshot rang out from ahead.
A fierce gunshot rang out, accompanied by the monkey's agonizing screams. Several men raised their guns and aimed at the direction of the gunfire. At that moment, Li Ju'an saw through his scope that a large macaque had been shot; its eye had been blown out, blood gushing out, and the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in its hand had been thrown to the ground.
Li Ju'an shouted, "There! That big monkey hit himself!"
The big monkey didn't know how to use a gun. He was fiddling with the muzzle when he pulled the trigger and blinded himself.
Several hunters, seeing this, immediately raised their guns and fired at the treetops. There, a whole troop of monkeys was. The alpha male was wounded, and many of the female monkeys, frightened by the gunshots, shrank back before gathering again around him, wondering what that thing was that could be so powerful.
Li Ju'an fired a shot, hitting a female monkey. The monkey let out a shrill scream and turned to run away. Seeing that the large monkey dared to run, Old Chen raised his gun and fired at the female monkey's heart and lungs.
Bang bang bang!
Chen Xiangqian, aiming at the old foreign cannon, cursed and shouted, "You dare steal my gun? You're asking for trouble! Take my bullet!"
The giant monkey mistakenly aimed at its own eye and blew it out; now it stretches out its long arm and tries to turn and run away. Hunting dogs bark around the tree.
The white mastiff barked with great force. Because it couldn't climb the tree, the hunting dog was getting increasingly impatient and agitated, trying to cheer them on by barking.
The big monkey was agitated; the hunter's gun was giving it a headache, but the sight of the hunting dogs made its eyes bloodshot.
The big monkey reached out, ignoring its bloodshot eyes, and hooked down to scoop up the barking little cannon. Holding it upside down by its leg, it was about to tear it apart.
The giant macaque was enormous, especially the male, whose size and strength rivaled that of a woman. Enraged, the giant macaque king grabbed Little Cannon by its hind legs, ready to tear it apart.
This force could pull with two hundred pounds of force, leaving the little cannon with no chance to fight back. If it were torn apart solidly, its intestines and internal organs would spill out onto the ground. The hunting dog let out a painful howl, a sharp, piercing scream, a pain that seemed to tear its heart apart.