In the quadrangle.

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

Today I have a mouthful, you can taste the eggs of the chicken of the immortal cultivator.

"Little Daji, you can't eat chicken, but with these two eggs, you can make tomato scrambled eggs, and then steam a fish, and dinner is enough. ”

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

By the way, there's also that nest of honey, which is also a good thing.

Soon, the big chef Xiaobai made a good dinner, which was fragrant and appetizing.

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

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

Good eggs!

Li Nianfan gave an evaluation, and felt more and more that he was right to keep this chicken alive.

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

The eggs are smooth and creamy, and the sour taste of the tomatoes complements the aroma of the eggs, bringing a sense of enjoyment to the taste buds.

Li Nianfan immediately commented: "This egg is good, it is more tender than ordinary eggs, it can really be said to melt in the mouth, and the chickens in the immortal cultivation world are different." ”

The firesparrow sniffled, swallowing a mouthful of saliva and glancing towards it.

Although some want to eat, but the heart is still arrogant: "Hehe, this chicken, bah, how can the eggs of this bird be compared to the eggs laid by those pheasants in the mortal world?

"Also, it seems that this big guy's food is not very good, an ordinary fish, just a bowl of white rice porridge, and the most precious thing is the egg of this bird, tsk. ”

However, when it saw Li Nianfan's gaze falling on him, it was suddenly startled, its wings flapped a few times, and it shouted in its heart: "Big guy, I'm wrong, don't kill me." ”

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

The 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.

"This bird master eats all the jade dew elixir in the fairy world, so you give me white rice porridge? ”

It continued to spit on its coarseness, then sniffled and opened its mouth to take a breath.

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 the Qianlong Immortal Dynasty.

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

On the bamboo slip, the three words "Journey to the West" are written.

However, there was not a single audience at this time.

Outside the teahouse, there was chaos, there were wailing, crying, crazy yelling, and more importantly, messy footsteps.

An old man with gray hair looked at the scholar, couldn't help but come over, and said, "Young man, let's go, I can't stay here." ”

The scholar couldn't help but ask, "My story hasn't been finished yet, why are fewer and fewer people listening?"

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

The old man shook his head and sighed: "There is a plague, I can't eat, the hungry are starving, the sick are dying, who still listens to the story, let's go quickly!"

The scholar lost his mind and asked, "My story contains truth, 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? Can Zhili eat as food? Can Zhili cure diseases?"

The scholar's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had lost his soul, and he couldn't speak.

A dead word that touched directly into the depths of his heart.

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

Soon, the teahouse was dead silent again.

Meng Jun sat there for a long time, his brain roaring, repeating the old man's words just now.

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

There are prosperous cities, there are also dilapidated places, I have seen extremely good people, and I have also encountered poor and vicious demons, every time, there will be new insights, and every time, I think the truth of heaven and earth will be useful.

He thought that he had a complete understanding of the Tao in heaven and earth, and he could already spread the Tao throughout the entire immortal cultivation world, so that sentient beings could get rid of the sea of suffering and obtain spiritual transcendence.

But now, he realizes that he was wrong.

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

"There is reincarnation in the way of heaven, and the way of immortality cannot be done. ”

"The sun rises and the moon sets, birth, old age, sickness and death, this is the law between heaven and earth, you don't even know the real world, how can you pursue your own way?"

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

Don't...... Is there really no way to live forever?

The way you pursue...... Wrong?

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

Preach, preach!

The old man was right, what was the use of these sermons he preached?

Time is like water.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

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

His eyes blinked.

He remembered that in "Journey to the West", Tang monks and apprentices traveled all the way west, and when they encountered difficulties that could not be solved, they would go to move the rescuers, so if their preaching path was blocked, they would definitely have to go back to move the rescuers!

I'll have to go back and ask the master!

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

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

Meng Junliang raised his eyes and looked at the sky to the west, where there was a layer of black and oppressive dark clouds.

Before you go back to move the rescuers, let's put a little trouble out of the way.

He lifted his feet and walked towards the west.

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

Gradually, corpses began to appear on the ground, and then a village came into view.

In the sky above the village, black clouds covered the ground, dead bodies were everywhere, and there were many people lying on the ground waiting for death.

Several immortal cultivators were suspended in the sky above the village, and there were even a series of faint lights converging, the wind was howling, the sky was dark, it was obviously noon but it was like late night!

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

The rest survived, but all those who had the strength knelt down around the statue, pleading sincerely: "Please ask the demon god to bless me, dispel the pain, and help me survive!"