"Journey to the West is written backwards, or the world is written upside down, in short, you can say anything, anyway, I, the apprentice of Wu Chengen, who has lived in the mountains for I don't know how many years, still haven't wanted to write. The old man said.

"Is it really written backwards?" Sun Li was shocked, still a little unconvinced.

"Then you don't think it's been upside down until now?"

"That's not right!" Sun Li's eyes suddenly flashed, and he looked directly at the old man, "If it is really upside down, then why has the water and land conference of the Tang Dynasty not started, has not been suppressed for five hundred years, and has not been made a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace, so I will worship you as a teacher?

Half a hook bright moon fishing Qingxi, because of this anagram, so the heart mountain changed to fishing stream mountain. However, there is another anagram in the heart, "Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Leaning Moon Three-Star Cave". Also, the abbot of Tianxin, the heart of the people, so the heart of the mountain is the square inch of the mountain, into the heart of the mountain, is into the square inch of the mountain. What do you explain to this? I remember very well that the Monkey King in Journey to the West has never come back since he was driven out of Fangcun Mountain. ”

"Actually, you are mistaken, or negligent. The old man didn't have any flustery, just smiled, "Have you forgotten that in the book, the Monkey King knocked down the ginseng fruit immortal tree of Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the earth immortals, and went to find someone, didn't he go back to Fangcun Mountain to find his master." You enter the fishing stream and mountain, and it is just in time for this festival. ”

"But what about Zhen Yuanzi, what about Wuzhuang Guan, and the toppled ginseng fruit fairy tree, why didn't I see it?"

"You really didn't see it?" the old man laughed again, "Before you, you just arrived on this continent, and the Taoist temple you entered was not the Wuzhuang Temple, and the robbers in the Taoist temple called themselves Qingfeng Mingyue, aren't they the two children of Zhen Yuanzi." As for the ginseng fruit, didn't you later tear it down in the backyard of that Taoist temple? Didn't they also call the date a ginseng fruit? ”

Is that so......

"I see. Sun Li was stunned, and then smiled a little miserably, remembering the vague couplet he had seen on the door of the robber's Taoist temple, what he saw at the beginning, what house. And now that I think about it, it is undoubtedly "the immortal immortal mansion, the same longevity as the sky".

Really......

It's not bad at all.

"So, according to common sense, I will return to Datang next, and wait for the water and land conference to take place, and be inexplicably pressed for five hundred years. Then the battle doesn't know the heavenly court there, and then break into the Dragon Palace, make trouble in the underworld, and finally drive away all the demons in Huaguo Mountain, cross the sea and return to Yuxi Mountain, and then return to Huaguo Mountain, and finally become a stone on the top of the mountain?"

"According to common sense, it should be like this, this is all about writing Journey to the West backwards. In fact, it's not just a journey to the west, but in the future, it will continue to go all the way backwards. What's behind the Journey to the West? It's the Divine Tribulation, it's the Lich Tribulation, it's the First Tribulation of the Dragon and Han Dynasty, and all of these will be shown one by one. Today's characters, at that time, will inevitably have another identity.

Think about it, when you came, in the village of Naning Caichen, there was a young couple who got married, so let you come as a marryman. Is the man called Huang Feihu? I can't say, when he rebels to the god tribulation, he will be the famous general Huang Feihu!

And the Holy Lord of Vulture Mountain, the peacock, which I told you. According to reason, she will give birth to a son in the future, who will follow her surname and be called Kong Xuan, becoming the first person under the saint in the god tribulation. And with it, the golden cicada became a leading saint. Shakyamuni Buddha also became a Zhun Ti saint and accepted Kong Xuan, who acted against the sky. ”

"What about you?" Sun Li looked at the old man and asked.

"Me? The old man smiled, "Now, I am naturally Bodhi." And in that divine calamity...... Hehe, I let you watch three of the four swords of Zhuxian be created, can't you guess?"

"You, yes, Tong, Tian, Sect Master!" Sun Li said word by word.

"Huh. The old man smiled and nodded, "Yes, when I arrived at the God Tribulation, I was in this capacity." After that, I couldn't see it clearly. In the Lich Tribulation, I may be the Demon Master Kunpeng, after all, he stole the Luoshu River Diagram, which corresponds to the formation diagram I arranged in the Fengshen Tribulation, but I am not 100% sure. As for the first tribulation of the Longhan Dynasty in the future, hehe, it is possible that I am Dao Ancestor Hongjun - I can't see it clearly. ”

Sun Li was completely shocked at this time, and couldn't help but be silent for a long time.

Then after a long time, Sun Li spoke, but found that he didn't know what to say at all, "I ......"

"Haha, needless to say. The old man seemed to understand very well, "I know that you are very chaotic now, but the road is very clear, the first is to go on like this, you know what will happen, in fact, except for the pain of being pressed for five hundred years, and the pain of being smoked in the gossip furnace, there is no big deal." Second, I also told you, it's a fight. ”

"The four tribulations of heaven and earth, the first tribulation of the Dragon and Han, the lich tribulation, the god tribulation, and the journey to the west. Do you know why, only the demon clan, from beginning to end, has been hit and even wiped out, but it has never really disappeared, because there are always some existences who are unwilling to follow the trend and want to rise against the trend.

Sun Wukong in the Journey to the West, Kong Xuan and Shen Gongbao in the Fengshen Tribulation, Xingtian, Dijun, Taiyi in the Lich Tribulation, and some in the First Tribulation of the Dragon and Han Dynasty, are all like this. And now, what you have to choose is to be the demon king in the book, or to be a real demon king, and open a skylight in this world with me, so that everyone in the world can breathe a sigh of relief. ”

Sun Li was silent and did not answer for a long time, and the old man did not urge until the moon set and the sun rose.

......

......

When it was dawn, the old man rode back to his lodgings.

Zhou Yu, Wu Chengen, Feng Chip, and Chen Hei walked to the west together, to cross the sea and break the old world of the Great Moon, in a sense, they can be called the Great Moon Demon King.

And Zheng Xie, Wang Mang, Zhu Chi, and Wei Qingqing walked to the east together, incarnated as the Great Qian's Demon King, and prepared to create a new situation for the Great Qian.

As for Qian Duoduo and Li Qingzhao, they walked straight down the mountain, and after walking more than a dozen steps, they turned back and urged: "What are you rubbing, it's okay to go faster." ”

Sun Li smiled bitterly in the back, but didn't say anything, just quickened his pace, overtook the two of them, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, a woodcutter was chopping wood, and Sun Li recognized it, it was the one who went up the mountain to ask for directions before. And the woodcutter also recognized himself, put the iron axe down, and suddenly sneered: "Why, the next life, I didn't enter the eyes of that great real person, but I was bombarded down this time?"

"Huh, for a while?"

"Isn't it just a moment, it's only been an hour since you just went up the mountain, and how long can you have except the time for going up and down the mountain?" said the woodcutter.

Sun Li raised his head, looked at the sky, and suddenly found that the sun didn't know when, and quietly arrived in the middle, as if it was really just a little more than the time when he first went up the mountain.

Really an hour?

Sun Li looked at the mountain road behind him, a little trance, more than two months, eighty-one days, is it just an hour under the mountain.

Ninety-nine to one?

Li Qingzhao and Qian Duoduo in the back caught up, overtook them, and continued to walk towards the outside of the mountain, and said dissatisfiedly, "Okay, don't be stunned, the road to Datang is far away." ”

Sun Li smiled bitterly, shook his head, and followed again.

The woodcutter, on the other hand, was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, "It's not ...... Is it a disciple of the Great True Man, why did you go down the mountain, and you still follow this guy?"

Sun Li didn't know the woodcutter's shock, and just followed all the way.

Finally, he boarded a sea ship by the sea and set sail.

Datang!

Well, there is Datang!

Well, from now on, please call me the Tang Demon King!

(End of book)

Final Words:

Twenty-four hours ago, I was still thinking about how to write the plot that happened in Datang, how not to get rid of the foreshadowing on Dayue's side, how to continue to persevere, and write this book perfectly.

However, suddenly thinking of the results of this book for no reason, I began to frown and began to struggle.

This situation has happened before I don't know whether it has happened a dozen times or dozens of times, and it is often to see what positive energy inspirational essays, moved, and continue to write. But this time, after five minutes of struggle, before I was moved by the positive inspirational essay, I suddenly had a thought - not to write.

If you don't write it, you really don't write it, and a thought determines the outcome of a book.

As the saying goes, one thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a Buddha, but that's it.

Many things, when experienced, a thousand pains, all kinds of suffering, or a thousand joys, all kinds of joy, but suddenly a thought flashed, and I felt that it was not enough.

Buddhism pays attention to epiphany, Taoism pays attention to gradual enlightenment, in short, it is a word of enlightenment. I don't know, whether it counts or not, but I'd rather blame him, tired.

Tired, really tired.

I'm tired of writing, I'm tired of waiting. I didn't write it, I didn't expect it, so I decided to end it.

"Turn a hobby into a job to do, and work is a hobby", I think this should be the best thing.

I love to write stories, so I write stories and want to be recognized by others, and then the benefits will become the support for my later life, so that I can continue to write.

So, I wrote "The Demon King of the Tang Dynasty".

I'm not really a newcomer, or rather, only half a newcomer. Because, this is not the first time I have started writing - the year before, I wrote two books on another small website that bought out, that is, the kind that gives money according to the number of words, and I will give as much as I want to write, and I have written more than one million in total, and I have an income of about 20,000 yuan.

If it goes on like this, it's not going to be perfect, but at least it's okay.

Except for one point.

That's a small website, which has no traffic, that is, no readers.

The books you write are all published by the editors of the website through various channels, published on the mobile phone port, and charged through subscriptions.

So, the author does not know the reader, and the reader does not know the author.

So for me, I don't see anyone's support other than a fixed manuscript fee.

So I felt lonely and unmotivated.

Writing books, writing books, in addition to taking money, is it not possible to show yourself?

So, after writing two books, I came to the starting point and wrote this "Tang Demon King".

When I uploaded the first chapter, I still remember that I was in the hospital because of pyelonephritis, and then I uploaded it on a laptop connected to the wireless network.

From there, it's one chapter a day until the first recommendation.

That's an almost procedural text recommendation, located on the sub-page of the fantasy category of the website's novel, with no book title, only one line of introduction.

And the introduction is also a very simple sentence, "travel to this world where demons are rampant".

Then I started two shifts, and the number of clicks went from a few a day to a dozen, dozens of hits.

After the recommendation, the collection of novels increased by more than 100 and less than 200. It's not good, it's not bad, it's a horizontal line. And then, it's dull.

After that, from time to time, there are recommendations one by one, almost all of them are the same text push, and the effect is almost the same.

After six or seven, the collection reached about six hundred.

At this time, the number of words in the book was already 500,000, I looked at the collection of more than 600 in the background, pursed my lips, and then went on QQ to find the editor I had never contacted.

I said, "Editor, can you give me a good recommendation and let me see if there is any hope for this book?"

The editor thought for a while and said, OK, and then gave me a fantasy push.

This is one of my best recommendations. As long as you open the main page of a fantasy novel, at the bottom of the right side, you can see it. The recommendation lasted for a week, and the collection of books increased by more than 1,300, and the total number almost exceeded the 2,000 mark.

In that week, there were a lot more referral votes and more comments, and I was very happy.

And after the joy, it is the same as before.

The collection began to fall, a few a day, or a dozen, until it is now in the early eighteen-hundreds.

I looked at the recommendations that fell down, gritted my teeth and persevered, gritted my teeth and wrote, until twenty-four hours ago, when I suddenly didn't want to grit my teeth and didn't want to write.

Because, I think it's really boring, vulgar, I think that writing is writing for nothing, and I can't make a penny.

Yes, I love to write stories, but I don't want to go hungry.

I like it, but I have to survive. It's like a sentence I didn't know I had read in that book before - art? If you want art, you must first fill your stomach!

Of course, the reality is not so cruel, I can still afford to eat, but I have to think about it for the future. If I can't make enough money to live on what I love, then I have to give up.

A hobby is a hobby, and life is a life.

If you give up your life because of your hobbies, you will lose your mind and will not be respected by anyone.

So, I gave up on the book and the story.

Actually, I've been giving up.

Originally, the book was planned to be written in four volumes, with the first volume planned to be 700,000. But after the fantasy push, I changed my mind and didn't write the rest of the first volume, and the 550,000 yuan was over, and at the same time, the four volumes became three volumes, and I planned to write 1.5 million words.

In the next few days, watching the collection continue to fall, I thought that it would be good to write 1.2 million.

Later, I decided to write a million.

Until now, I found a reasonable plot, and then shook out all the ideas and brains in advance, and that's it.

Why?

Quite simply, because there is no profit, the support is not as much as thought.

It's as simple as that, it seems like snobbery, but that's the real reason. I don't want to say how noble I am, because I was originally a small person, and I wanted to find a career that I could entrust myself with by writing stories, but who knew that I hit an iron wall.

More than 620,000 words,1838 collections,Before the release of these chapters,A total of 9 chapters were released this Monday,There are 341 member clicks,641 book friends click,An average of 37.9 members read a chapter,71.2 book friends read。

This is the Iron Wall!

So I withdrew.

I had thought a lot about why there was an iron wall, thought about it a lot, listened to it a lot, and came to the conclusion: fantasy is weak.

In the past few years, the fantasy routines have flourished, and the plots are all highly similar, and you can know the end at a glance, and the gap between books is just that the protagonist has changed his name. Therefore, readers who are tired of reading it are starting to stop buying it and are unwilling to read fantasy, and there are still so many people who write fantasy. There are many monks and few meats, so except for the top god, who survived, the rest of the writers all fell into the quagmire.

Maybe, or maybe not, that's how it turned out anyway.

Anyway, that's the end of the book.

Regret, I have, sad, too. This feeling is like a son who has been raised for a long time and suddenly dies. But, that's it.

I would like to thank those who have supported me.

Yes, I gave up because of the lack of support, but that has nothing to do with you, I only thank you.

Thank you!

Thank you for clicking!

Thank you for the collection!

Thank you for your tip!

Thank you for your message!

Thank you for your referral votes!

Of course, please don't blame me, I don't want to, but I really don't want to squeeze out four hours, or even more, every day, to devote myself to something that has little hope.

Actually, I can't blame anyone, you, me, the editors, the website, and passers-by are actually not wrong. If you have to blame, then blame the world, who made him design people to eat in order to live. It seems a bit shameless, but that's all I can say.

Haha, let's all laugh.

Anyway, from May 12, 2015 to today, September 20, 2015, a total of four months, more than 120 days, more than 600,000 words, it is over, it really is over.

Although it is a bit verbose, please forgive me, after all, how much has been written above, it is just an expression of what kind of meaning.

Of course, after finishing the book, I still thought about mustering up the courage to try again, before I completely despaired.

For the fantasy in question, I'm not going to touch it, if I want to write it, I should write a game theme, similar to infinite horror, similar to a collection of many stories in a thriller park. Of course, this is just an idea, and I don't know how many days it will take to implement it.

And if I really try, the second book of this attempt may be my last fight in the online literature industry - if I can't get what I want, I can only face reality. Maybe I'm incompetent, maybe I'm fatal, but I should look elsewhere and find something to do to support myself.

As for the hobby of writing stories, I can only wait until I have free time, type a few hundred words on the keyboard, and enjoy myself.

So be it.

If you are destined, we will meet again, and if you don't, we will say goodbye forever.

Life is like this, needless to say.

Finally, thank you again to everyone who has supported me. Without you, this book might not have even been able to achieve the most basic unfinished work. So, thank you, thank you sincerely!

Written in, in the early hours of September 20, 2015.