"Goodbye, thank you for sending me back. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Lin Yuan got out of the car, bent down and waved his hand to Zhu Wei in the car, and then turned around and entered the community.

It was already past 12 o'clock, and the road was deserted with no pedestrians, only the dim street lights hitting the ground one by one.

Lin Yuan took out the magnetic card and swiped it on the electronic access control, the machine made a crisp "drop" sound, and then "clicked", and the steel railing automatically jumped away.

There was the sound of chairs moving in the guardhouse on the side, and Lin Yuan looked sideways, and a wrinkled face was reflected in the glass window.

The old man of the doorman looked at Lin Yuan against the glass window, there was no smile on his face, and his loose skin was even wrinkled because of his contemplation.

Lin Yuan couldn't help but stop and habitually smiled at the old man.

The old man of the doorman glanced at Lin Yuan coldly, then turned around and left the window.

Lin Yuan pursed his lips, softly closed the iron railing, and slowly walked towards the apartment.

Uncle Doorman is very enthusiastic about people on weekdays, he has always been smiling and welcoming people, he used to be on duty until midnight and came back he would come out to greet enthusiastically, but today it is this look, sure enough, Sanhei was arrested, he hated himself more in his heart, right?

Lin Yuan entered the elevator, stretched out his hand and pressed the floor number, and lazily leaned against the wall of the elevator cabinet, he couldn't understand why Sanhei would do something to his aunt, and besides, his aunt's skills would be no match for the unresponsive Sanhei?

Lin Yuan frowned, unwilling to think about it anymore, threw the key in his hand on the shoe cabinet, went straight to the second bedroom, pulled out the chair, and sat in front of his aunt's portrait for a while.

When he got up, he noticed the suitcase in the corner, hesitated, walked over, opened the box, and glanced at the contents of the box.

These bottles and cans are really similar to those in the Chinese medicine shop, maybe Wu Fatzi's guess is right, Boss Li is a demon.

Reaching out and taking out a few broken copies of Journey to the West, Lin Yuan carefully locked the suitcase, stood up, looked around, then lifted the suitcase and walked to the wardrobe, pulled out the quilt in the cabinet, and then stuffed the suitcase into it and wrapped it in the quilt.

This black cloak is involved in He Xiao's case, so it's better not to be discovered!

Reaching out to close the wardrobe door, Lin Yuan grabbed a few Journey to the West books resting on the bed, turned off the lights and left the second bedroom.

The living room has not been cleaned up, and there are fragments of the glass coffee table everywhere, so Lin Yuan simply took the book and sat at the dining table.

There are four copies of this book, each of which is three to four centimeters thick, and when you turn it slightly with your fingers, you can see a stale smell from the pages, and you can still see many illustrations.

Lin Yuan arranged the books in the order of one, two, three, and four, stretched out his hand and opened the first volume, the line bound book was written from left to right, and the fair brush was printed on the yellowed pages, like ancient calligraphy.

That's a pretty word!

Lin Yuan sighed in his heart, and hurriedly moved his eyes to the upper right corner, starting from the first word:

Recently, I have a lot of short dreams, and I am afraid that the time will not be long, so I borrowed the hand of the eldest grandson Hemian to leave everything on paper and pen for the clansmen to investigate.

Only wrote such a sentence on the first page, Lin Yuan couldn't help frowning, this was different from the beginning of "Journey to the West" that he had read before.

Could it be that someone else copied this book?

Lin Yuan was puzzled in his heart, and quickly turned to the next page:

Since the beginning of the world, the world has coexisted with humans and demons, and in the world, the more fierce the demons are, and manpower cannot be resisted. My clan studied under Bodhi, has the eye of the devil, and the power to capture the devil, so it can be the responsibility of eliminating the devil.

When I was young, I traveled with my father, encountered countless demons, and I had the intention to record, but I didn't have enough energy.

In the first year of Longqing, I traveled to Shanyang, met an old Gongsheng Wu Ruzhong, watched his early articles, bold writing, magnificent, very fond, and told his own story to him, hoping that it could become a masterpiece.

After more than 30 years, I traveled around, not to settle, but in the 34th year of Wanli, I returned to Shanyang, only to know that the old man had passed away, and the masterpiece had been completed, named "Journey to the West".

I feel its sage, read carefully, although the article is good, but there are many biases, I can't help but feel depressed, determined to write my own, but the literary power is still lacking, to Wanli forty-four years still can not be done, but my time is short.

Fortunately, the eldest grandson Hemian is young and studious, full of economy, so he repeats it to him and asks him to remember it truthfully, as for the name, it is still "Journey to the West".

Finally finished reading another page, Lin Yuan put down the mobile phone in his hand and blinked his dry eyes again.

Although the handwriting is neat and the handwriting is clear, Lin Yuan has a headache throughout the traditional Chinese text, and he has to use his mobile phone to look for it while reading, and it took more than 20 minutes to read it, but after reading it, Lin Yuan was still a little confused.

I seem to have discovered some amazing secret!

Lin Yuan was stunned for a long time before he grabbed the book on the table and got up, quickly returned to the room, turned on the computer, crackled on the keyboard, and did not forget to record it in the memo at hand while inquiring.

After all the information was checked, Lin Yuan pulled the memo and looked at it quietly, his brows furrowed.

This book should have been written by his ancestors, and the person who wrote this good hand should be regarded as his own wife and grandfather according to his age, and the name is no longer verifiable, but Wu Ruzhong mentioned in the book was immediately searched.

Wu Chengen (1501-1582), known as Ruzhong, was the author of Journey to the West.

According to the information searched, Wu Chengen wrote "Journey to the West" several times in his early years, and then stopped writing, and only started writing again when he resigned and returned home in his later years.

Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the chair.

As a result, "Journey to the West" is a description of the profession of the Great Sage, but it is novelized, so this ancestor will feel biased after reading it.

Probably the description of the Great Sage is too godly, right?

Lin Yuan frowned and thought to himself, he had lived with his aunt for so long, and he had never seen him have undergone seventy-two changes, but novels are often based on life and higher than life, and it is not incomprehensible that the golden finger is bigger.

After thinking for a while, Lin Yuan sat up again, after such a brain activity, he was now completely sleepy, so he thought that it was better to continue reading.

Fingers pinched the book and slowly flicked it, and the yellow paper brushes full of words swept across the ground.

Lin Yuan's fingers suddenly pinched hard, and there was a picture on the paper where his thumb rested, and the picture was very exquisite, and it could be seen that the person who recorded this book not only wrote well, but also drew very well.

The painting is a halfling person, leaning sideways, with a coiled bun that can tell that it is a woman, but there is a smiling face on the raised side face that impresses Lin Yuan.

This kind of weird smile that reached the root of his ears Lin Yuan was not the first time he had seen it, staring at the picture and hesitating for a while, Lin Yuan stretched out his other hand, pressed the page open, and lay on the table to look at the text next to the picture seriously.

[Mark several historical times in the text for your convenience: the first year of Longqing (1567), the thirty-fourth year of Wanli (1606), and the forty-fourth year of Wanli (1616). 】