Almighty Cultivation Supreme

In the Ming Dynasty, in a primary school hall.

A young man in a white shirt sits at a wooden table, drinking with one hand and flipping through a book with the other.

Next to the boy sat a boy in a rag shirt.

The boy was active, with a long camera, blinking his eyes, and as he sat next to him, he kept asking the boy some questions.

"Sir, is there really such a person as Monkey King?" The boy asked with his chin in his hands on his face expectantly.

The young man took a sip of wine, looked at him lightly, and replied softly: "Yes, it was still in the age of mythology, but he was not a human, but a stone with spiritual intelligence, and he was just transformed into a human form." ”

But how can a stone give birth to a man? Yesterday, after listening to my husband, I went home and asked my parents, they I picked them up from the river, well, when they were washing clothes, I picked them up. The boy's expression was extraordinarily serious.

"It's not an ordinary stone, it's a spirit stone that fell when the world was opened." Young young answer.

The boy thought for a moment, then smiled hehe: "Hehe, I'm from the river, I must have been transformed by the dragon king." ”

The young man was silent, and his indifferent gaze was still on the book.

In the courtyard of the house, the boy's voice continued.

"Sir, in the age of mythology, was there really a person who looked like a pig's head? How ugly that must be. ”

"Yes."

"Youkai too? They're all bad, they're all cannibalistic? ”

"Good and bad, it's just a different way of looking at the problem! When people eat meat, most people think it makes sense that those animals are born to be food; In the age of mythology, demons eat people in order to survive, in fact, from the perspective of monsters, it is also reasonable. The boy gently flipped the page of the book in his hand, and his voice was faint.

After hearing this, the boy shook his head again and again: "Anyway, my father told me that as long as it is a hurtful animal, it must be very bad." ”

The young man's face was indifferent and silent.

After all, the difference in mood and experience is too great, even if I say this boy, I don't necessarily understand.

In the school, the boy's voice continued.

"Sir, I want that Monkey King to be a hero."

"Hmm!"

"Sir, I don't think you're right, I'm from the water, Sun Wukong jumped out of the stone, he must look different from us, I think he should look like a monkey."

"Hmm!"

"I've seen monkeys, they're gluttonous, and they like to dance with sticks! It's better to let it fight youkai. ”

Time flies, years pass.

The structure of the school, after all, was not very strong, and in a heavy rain, it was washed away, and the walls were broken.

The students who used to learn here have moved on to other places......

The boy grew up.

The young gentleman who liked to read a book while drinking wine has long since disappeared.

And the boy who grew up will return to his hometown one day.

When I saw the collapsed school, I realized something, recalled the stories I heard when I was a child, so I put pen to paper, connected those stories together, polished them a little, added some of my own thoughts, and passed them on to the world.

……

Yandu!

In front of the old bookstore next to Peking University, students and passers-by are still there, but no one enters.

Inside, the store has long been renewed, and the air is filled with the faint smell of books.

Each item is brand new and at the same time carries a sense of history.

Ye Bei sat in front of the table with an indifferent face.

His hands were placed on the table very casually.

In front of him, there was a brand-new book, and as Ye Bei browsed, the number of pages of the book automatically turned over.

"This little guy is really good at!" After reading the first volume, Ye Bei shook his head lightly, Sun Wukong was pressed by the Buddha at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, and the history was changed to the Tang Dynasty.

"Fighting with the sky, fighting with people, fighting with demons, it's a bit interesting......" When he saw the real and fake Sun Wukong, Ye Bei's eyes narrowed, and there was a slight interest on his face.

"A stone, all written alive by this little guy, is a bit of a skill, but ah, the mythological era of that year, and the record in this book, is too far away, it was an era when everyone longed for immortality, everyone was selfish, and everything was an ant."

After a long time, after reading a book, Ye Bei whispered to himself.

On the table, the book closes automatically......

On the cover, there are three conspicuous big characters "Journey to the West".

The author's name is Wu Chengen.

After just a brief glance, the book slowly levitated and flew in the direction of the bookshelf.

In front of the table.

Ye Bei got up at this time.

With his hands behind his back, he walked towards the door of the bookstore.

Outside the bookstore, passers-by are still there.

There are also many people who look sideways.

Chirping......

When Ye Bei walked, the wooden door creaked.

Subsequently, half of the doors were opened.

A ray of sunlight poured in, constantly refracted, and finally illuminated the entire bookstore interior.

Ye Bei stood at the door, looking at the scenery in front of him with indifferent eyes.

In front of the bookstore, there is a wide road, and vehicles and pedestrians pass through it from time to time.

Vehicles are in a hurry, and pedestrians are slow.

Let this scenery remain different at all times.

Continuing to look ahead, there are magnificent buildings, those buildings, often tens of meters, the outermost layer of smooth glass, blocking the scenery in the distance.

Ye Bei watched it for a long time.

During this time, many pedestrians also cast their eyes on him.

Maybe it's because I've been standing for too long.

Ye Bei flicked his shirt, and a wooden chair that looked quite old appeared below.

Ye Bei sat down elegantly.

The hand that is placed behind the back is lightly placed on the knee.

When he sat down completely, a white cloth was quietly placed in front of the door of the bookstore.

On the white cloth, there are still those eight words: know the past life, know the future.

When this white cloth was placed in front of the door......

Many of the pedestrians who hurried by began to stop.

"Isn't this a bookstore? Look at this signboard, is it fortune telling? One of the student-looking teenagers stopped, and when he saw the white cloth, he said suspiciously, then raised his head and looked at Ye Bei, and found that Ye Bei was only seventeen or eighteen years old, his body was slightly stunned, and then he was happy: "Hey, I said classmate, you shouldn't be a work-study, right?" Open a bookstore and work part-time as a fortune teller? ”

Ye Bei sat on the chair with a faint gaze and did not answer.

When the boy saw this, he became even more interested.

Take a step forward.

Squatting in front of the white cloth.

"That, classmate, do you really know how to tell fortunes? Why don't you do the math for me first? ”

There was a bit of ridicule in his voice.

I saw the boy crouching.

The pedestrians who stopped next to them gathered to watch, all with the mentality of watching the excitement.