Turns Out I’m a Great Cultivator

In the quadrangle.

Li Nianfan held two eggs and couldn't help but smile.

Today, I have a good time, and I can taste the chicken eggs of the cultivators.

"Little Daji, you can't eat chicken, but if you have these two eggs, you can make tomato scrambled eggs, and steam a fish, enough for dinner."

Fortunately, I just went out to catch a lot of fish, enough to eat for a while.

By the way, and that nest of honey is also a good thing.

Soon, the master chef Xiaobai made a good dinner, and the fragrance was fluttering, which made people appetite.

Li Nianfan's attention was deliberately placed on the egg.

But I saw that the egg white was crystal clear, like white jade, shining with luster, and the yolk was not yellow, but red, like a flame, it looked very dazzling.

Good egg!

Li Nianfan gave an evaluation, and felt more and more that he was right to let the chicken die.

"Little Daji, hurry up and try it." Li Nianfan stretched out his chopsticks and put a piece into his mouth.

The egg is crispy and mushy, and has a good taste. Moreover, the sourness of the tomatoes and the fragrance of the eggs complement each other, bringing a sense of enjoyment to the taste buds. It can be described as sweet and sour. Although simple, it is also delicious.

Li Nianfan immediately commented: "This egg is not bad. It is more tender than ordinary eggs. It can be said that it melts in your mouth. The chickens in the immortal world are different."

Huo Que sniffed, couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and glanced here.

Although I wanted to eat it, I was still arrogant in my heart: "Hehe, this chicken, bah bah, how can my bird's eggs be compared to those of pheasants in the mortal world? You are insulting, do you understand? If it's not an obstacle Because of your lewd power, I will fight with you whatever you say!"

"Also, it seems that the food of this boss is not very good. An ordinary fish is accompanied by a bowl of white rice porridge. The most precious thing is the eggs of the bird, tsk tsk tsk."

However, when he saw Li Nianfan's gaze on himself, he was startled, his wings flapped a few times, and he cried out in his heart, "I'm wrong, boss, don't kill me."

"I almost forgot, I have an extra mouth." Li Nianfan held a bowl of white rice porridge in front of the turkey, "Eat it, you will have the strength to lay more eggs when you are full."

Turkey shrank his head in fear, and waited until Li Nianfan turned around and left, then looked at the white rice porridge in front of him.

"Master Bird eats all the jade dew nectar in Immortal Realm, so you give me white rice porridge? How can you get it?"

It continued to complain arrogantly, then sniffed and opened its mouth to take a breath.

Um? How can it be so delicious?

Is this really white rice porridge? !

Yes, at least in terms of food, this wave is not a loss!

...

In a town thousands of miles west of Qianlongxianchao.

A scholar is sitting in the teahouse, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, looking at the empty teahouse, stunned.

On the bamboo slip, the words "Journey to the West" were written impressively.

However, there was no audience at this time.

Outside the tea house, there was chaos, with mourning, crying, and frantic roars, and more, messy footsteps.

A gray-haired old man looked at the scholar and couldn't help coming over and said, "Young man, let's go, we can't stay here anymore."

The scholar couldn't help but asked, "I haven't finished telling my story yet, why are fewer and fewer people listening to it?"

He was asking the old man, and he seemed to be asking himself.

The old man shook his head and sighed: "There's a plague, and there's no food to eat. Those who starve to death, those who die from illness, who still listen to the story, hurry up and leave!"

The scholar asked absentmindedly, "My story contains truth, so what plague are you afraid of?"

The old man was dumbfounded and said with a smile: "This person is dying, what else do you need for Zhili? Can Zhili be a meal? Can Zhili cure a disease?"

The pupils of the scholar shrank suddenly, as if he had lost his soul, unable to speak.

A dead word directly touched the depths of his heart.

At this time, a young man walked over quickly and supported the old man, "Dad, run away quickly, this scholar is not sober, don't pay attention to him."

Soon, the tea house returned to dead silence again.

Meng Jun sat there for a long time, his head roaring, and the words of the old man just now resounded repeatedly.

Along the way, he has seen too many scenery, it can be said that he has seen all kinds of things in the world.

There are prosperous cities and ruined places. I have seen extremely good people, and I have encountered vicious and vicious monsters. Every time, I will have new insights, and my own understanding of the heaven and earth will make people understand and admire.

He thinks that he has a complete understanding of the Tao in heaven and earth, and he can spread the Tao throughout the whole world of cultivating the immortals, so that all living beings can be freed from the sea of ​​suffering and attain spiritual detachment.

But now, he found himself wrong.

He closed his eyes, and Li Nianfan's words began to spin in his mind.

"The way of heaven has reincarnation, the way of longevity cannot be done."

"The sun rises and the moon sets, birth, old age, sickness and death. This is the law of heaven and earth. You don't even understand the real world, so how can you pursue your own way?"

Even in "Journey to the West", Patriarch Bodhi said at the beginning that there is no way of longevity in this world.

Could it be that...is there really no way of longevity?

The way I pursued...wrong?

He looked at the flow of people fleeing in a panic outside, and his eyes became more and more blurred.

Preach, Preach!

The old man was right, what is the use of these Dao that he preached?

Time is like water.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

The scholar was motionless, like a statue, staring at the rising and setting of the sun outside.

His eyes blinked suddenly.

He remembered that in "Journey to the West", Tang Seng and his apprentice traveled all the way to the west. When they encountered difficulties that could not be solved, they would go to rescue soldiers. If their preaching path was blocked, they would definitely have to go back to rescue soldiers!

I have to go back and ask the experts!

He suddenly got up and walked out of the tea house, looking at the panicked crowd outside, his brows furrowed deeply.

This group of people came from the west and ran all the way to the east.

Meng Junliang raised his eyes and looked at the sky in the west, where a layer of black clouds filled the air.

Before going back to rescue soldiers, let's get rid of a little trouble first.

He raised his foot and walked towards the west.

Along the way, countless people migrated eastward, and he was the only one who went against the crowd and walked slowly, but no one had time to pay attention to him.

Gradually, corpses began to appear on the ground, and after that, a village appeared in his sight.

Above the village, black clouds covered the top, dead bodies were everywhere, and there were many people lying on the ground weakly waiting to die.

Several immortal cultivators were suspended in the sky above the village, and there were even more escaped lights passing by, the wind was howling, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, it was noon but it was like late night!

In the center of the village, stands a stone statue.

The rest survived, but all those who had the strength knelt down around the statue, begging devoutly: "I ask the Lord Demon God to bless me, dispel the pain, and help me survive!"