Chapter 101: The Eastward Journey

At a barbecue stand on a city street, two scruffily dressed men sit opposite each other, one with a worn-out woven bag at his feet and the other with a thick layer of cardboard under his feet. The two men were swarthy but smiling, smiling on the noisy night market streets, scribbling cheap skewers, drinking low-quality beer, shouting and bragging.

The man on the scrapcardboard was obviously drunk, and he was talking curly, and as he spoke, he slapped the shoulder of the man opposite. The sound of popping has attracted the sideways eyes of the barbecue stall owner several times, how much hatred is this? So ruthless?

"I said, brother, are you stupid about my nephew? If you don't do a good manager, you have to take the civil service exam, and now it's yellow, right? The manager is gone, the civil servant has not been admitted, and I am at home all day long, and I am upset when I see it. ”

"Hehe......" The man who was slapped by him didn't care about the strength of his shoulder at all, just smiled gently, listened quietly, and didn't forget to fill the other party's empty wine glass.

Suddenly, the hand that poured the wine paused, and the man looked up suspiciously, staring at the North Star above his head, his eyes dewning in thought.

"What's wrong? Dude? Another man looked up on the cardboard and followed the eyes of his drinking friend.

"It's nothing, there are a lot of people who don't give up." The man withdrew his gaze, and the hand that poured the wine continued, but a gentle wry smile appeared on his face.

"Isn't it? If you want me to say, if my nephew were to be his manager in peace, would I be reduced to picking up the rags? I used to be the deputy captain of the security department, and I was in charge of three people! At that time, I was ...... beautiful" The man was drunk and hazy, and his body fell to the side as he spoke.

"Boss, help calculate how much." The man held his drunken drinking friend, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Seventy-seven and a half pieces, take seventy dollars." The boss glanced at the note on the table and said casually.

"Okay, thank you." The man took out two twenty sheets from his pocket and laid them flat on the table.

The boss glanced at the banknotes on the table, and stopped talking.

"How?" The man had a mild question on his face.

"Drinking hurts your body, drink less bars in the future." The boss looked at the woven bags and cardboard on the ground and hesitated to speak.

"I rarely drink alcohol, but today I met someone who grabbed a job, I'm happy!" The man pointed to the drunk man in his arms.

The boss was dumbfounded, smiled wryly and shook his head, this drunk he knew, he was a standard drunkard, he had no money and greedy for a drink, he begged for wine all day long, and he saw that this man's life should not be rich, so he cheated a drink in vain.

The man hung the woven bag on his shoulder, held the waste cardboard in one hand, and the drunk man in the other, and staggered into the street.

……

Li Yiming put down the tablet in his hand and rubbed his dry and red eyes, even with a third-order physique, he couldn't withstand eleven days of sleeplessness.

Walking to the toilet and washing his face indiscriminately, Li Yiming walked to the balcony, hesitated, and kicked over the instant noodle buckets piled up on the ground.

Taking out half a pack of cigarettes that had been stored for a long time from the carry-on space, Li Yiming took out one and lit it, took a hard puff, and the figure wearing pants and carrying this woven bag came to mind.

"You say, is this true?" Li Yiming asked dryly, his voice was extremely hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"I don't know......" Xiao Bai Ze's voice sounded in his head, and his tone was melancholy and sad.

"Journey to the East", Fu Bo's first novel, is actually a renovation of the classical masterpiece: "Journey to the West". The subject matter is old-fashioned, but the setting is extremely novel.

The story unfolds in the context of Journey to the West, but the plot is completely opposite, yes, the opposite.

At the beginning of the story, Rulai sent four masters and apprentices to take eight scriptures and ride a white dragon to preach in the Tang Dynasty. On the way, all kinds of demons obstructed, ghosts and monsters make trouble, the four masters and apprentices are extraordinary, all the way through thorns and thorns, kill demons and eliminate demons, but they can fight back and forth, and find that all monsters have a backstage, no matter how evil they do, they will not be punished for harming the world.

Bajie and Sha Seng were indignant, and their grievances could not be eliminated, and in desperation, one hid in Gao Laozhuang, and the other got into the quicksand river.

Only Wukong, insisting on justice, sticking to the way of protection, slashing demons and eliminating demons all the way to escort the master, as a result, demons, there are demons in the heavenly court, the demon is the demon of the Buddha, Wukong, who has always been firm in blessing the common people, hit the sore spot of the heavenly court, and poked the sore feet of the immortals. So, Heavenly Court and the Buddha secretly reached an agreement to ensure that Sanzang arrived in Dongtu safely, but this monkey must be eliminated.

After overturning the conspiracy to encircle and suppress, Wukong was defeated miserably, was crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain, and the white dragon was seriously injured and fell into the sea of clouds and mountain streams.

And Sanzang, abandoning Wukong, went to Dongtu alone, delivered the true scriptures, was named the royal brother, enjoyed the glory of the world, and went to bed at the end of his life.

In this way, five hundred years later, Wukong escaped from the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, without saying a word, with full of grief and indignation, killed to the heavenly court, and turned the heavenly court upside down alone.

Heavenly Court was helpless, Feng Wukong was named the Monkey King, temporarily delayed, but secretly promised the Eight Rings, let him turn into a human form, seal the Marshal Tianpeng, appreciate the glass cup of the sand monk's treasure, and seal the curtain general. The conditions are...... Kill Goku......

The Last ......

Because of the cannibalism of the brothers, Wukong was disheartened, looked for the ancestor of Bodhi to solve his doubts, self-styled cultivation, and threw the wishful golden hoop stick into the East China Sea, turning into the Dinghai Divine Needle, and Yongzhen in the world.

He returned to Huaguo Mountain, accompanied the monkeys and monkeys, but survived, and finally turned into an eternal stone on the top of Huaguo Mountain......

This is Fu Bo's "The Journey to the East", a novel with twists and turns and wonderful ideas. But in the eyes of Li Yiming and Bai Ze, this novel is not just a novel, because they are protectors......

The novel's depiction technique is unique, abandoning the unique ideas of mythological novels, but using a novel structure to narrate, and this novel structure allows Li Yiming to see the traces of the secret realm and the protector.

"If this is true...... Li Yiming stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette again, but did not put it to his mouth, but stared at the faint light of the cigarette butt, the red light flashed lightly, flickering and dimming, which made Li Yiming's mind even more confused.

"A legend came to my mind." Bai Ze's voice was more serious than ever. "The legend of Taoyuan has been popular among the protectors in recent years, but if you have seen it, you can confirm that it is not a legend."

"What do you want to say?"

"In fact, similar legends have existed a long time ago."

"Does it have anything to do with this?" Li Yiming shook his messy hair irritably, not knowing what Bai Ze meant by suddenly mentioning Taoyuan.

"Because the secret realm of that legend is called: Huaguo Mountain."

"You mean......" Li Yiming's heart moved.

"The Taoyuan Secret Realm is real, and the Huaguo Mountain Secret Realm is very likely to be true."

"If Huaguoshan is true, then this "Eastward Robbery" ......"

"I finally know now why Mr. Kong solemnly asked you to protect Fu Bo, and he ...... to be able to write "The Journey to the East"

"I must see him right away." Li Yiming looked at the date displayed on his phone, eleven days had passed, and he didn't even have time to freshen up, Li Yiming grabbed a coat and rushed to the door.

It backfired, and the anxious Li Yiming didn't see Fu Bo, because Fu Bo was not at home.

At two o'clock in the morning, where can this guy go? Immediately, Li Yiming thought of Fu Bo's strong ability to flirt with his sister, and smiled, he really couldn't integrate these two personalities together, sad and lonely, but uninhibited, weak and mysterious.

Li Yiming, who smiled helplessly, returned to the room, took a shower, and decided to go to Fu Bo again the next day, for eleven days in a row, the third-order physique was really a little unbearable.

Early the next morning, Li Yiming knocked on Fu Bo's door again, but found that there was still no one.

"You're a friend of this family?" The delivery man wears a red hat with a distinctive advertising logo: Mengming Dairy.

"I live upstairs, and you're delivering milk?" Li Yiming was surprised, but he didn't expect Fu Bo to have the habit of ordering fresh milk.

"Well, I want to ask, is this is out of the house, the milk has not moved for a few days, our company has regulations, if the customer is not at home, as long as you say in advance, the cost of the missed days can be refunded, but the one that has been delivered can not be refunded, I see that his family has not taken milk for several days, it is a pity, they are all old customers." The delivery man opened the milk delivery box next to the door, took out a full bottle of milk from it, and put a new bottle inside.

"He hasn't taken milk in a long time?" Li Yiming was puzzled in his heart.

"It's been seven or eight days. It's a pity, I came to pick it up the next day, and it was all broken. The delivery man took out the small notebook he had with him and ticked the corresponding spot.

"Have you ever had one before?"

"Occasionally for a day or two, but it has hardly been seen for so long, and the milk from this house has always been delivered by me."

"I'll call back and ask, thank you." Li Yiming said goodbye to the delivery man, took out the phone suspiciously, he was not at home for seven or eight days, where did Fu Bo go?

The phone is connected, but the call you made is turned off......

Frowning and returning home, Li Yiming's phone rang, and the caller ID was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello? Hello, who? Li Yiming answered the phone.

"Hello, is it Mr. Li?" A friendly female voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of excitement and excitement in her tone.

"I am, may I ask ......" The voice sounded a little familiar, but Li Yiming couldn't remember hearing it again for a while.

"Oh, great, I can be regarded as contacting you, I am the salesperson of Baida Home, you bought a set of furniture in our company before, and the delivery man has not been able to contact you, so ......"

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm out of the house." Li Yiming suddenly realized that he had bought furniture with Fu Bo before, how many days had passed, and it was supposed to be delivered the next day, but who knew that his mobile phone had been thrown in the carry-on space, and there was no signal in that place.

"So are you convenient now? We've got someone to bring it to you. ”

"Okay, what time is it? I'll go out for breakfast later. ”

"Nine o'clock, huh? May I? ”

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at home." Li Yiming glanced at the time, there was still more than an hour, enough for breakfast, and the furniture he bought for hundreds of thousands of yuan, this money could not be spent in vain.

"By the way, Mr. Li, I'll ask you about it again, is Miss Ji on the other side of the door going out with you?"

"Miss Ji?" Li Yiming was stunned for a while, the current waiters are so gossipy?

"It's the one who bought a set of sofas with you that day, I see that the delivery address seems to be two pairs of doors, and Miss Ji, we haven't been able to get in touch." The waiter heard Li Yiming's stunned and hurriedly explained.

"She can't be reached either?" Li Yiming's heart moved, as if he had thought of something.

"Well, I saw you were together that day, and you were neighbors again......"

"I'm not with her, so you'll contact her again." Li Yiming told the truth, but the doubts in his heart gradually became thicker.

Hanging up the phone, Li Yiming came to Ji Xiaoqin's door, hesitated for a while, and rang the doorbell, as the waiter said, Ji Xiaoqin was not there......

Ji Xiaoqin is also missing?

Li Yiming had no intention of having breakfast, returned to the room, and secretly wondered whether Fu Bo and Ji Xiaoqin disappeared at the same time if there was a connection.

(There's another chapter in the evening, tomorrow or something...... ）