In the courtyard.

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

Today he had a good time, he could taste the eggs of the immortal cultivators.

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

Fortunately, he just went out to fish a lot, enough to eat for a while.

Oh, and there was a nest of honey, which was also a good thing.

Soon, the chef Xiaobai made a good dinner, the fragrance was floating, making people's appetite.

Li Nianfan's attention was specifically on the egg.

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

Good egg!

Li Nianfan gave his evaluation, and felt more and more that it was right to keep the chicken alive.

"Little Daji, try it quickly." Li Nianfan stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The egg was crispy and smooth, with a good taste. Moreover, the sourness of the tomato and the fragrance of the egg complemented each other, bringing a sense of enjoyment to the taste buds. It can be said to be sweet and sour. Although it is simple, it is also extremely delicious.

Li Nianfan immediately commented: "This egg is good, more tender than ordinary eggs, it really melts in the mouth, the chickens in the world of immortal cultivation are different."

Fire Sparrow sniffed, couldn't help swallowing, and kept glancing over here.

Although he wanted to eat, he was still arrogant in his heart: "Haha, this rooster, bah, how can this bird's eggs be compared with those wild chickens in the mortal world? You are insulting you, do you understand? If it were not for your tyranny, this bird would fight you no matter what!"

"Also, it seems that this boss's food is not that good, an ordinary fish with a bowl of white rice porridge, and the most precious thing is this bird's eggs, tsk tsk tsk."

However, when he saw Li Nianfan's eyes fall on him, he was startled and flapped his wings a few times, shouting in his heart: "Boss, I was wrong, don't kill me."

"I almost forgot, there's one more mouth to feed." Li Nianfan held a bowl of rice porridge in front of the turkey, "Eat it, only when you are full can you have the strength to lay more eggs."

The turkey shrank his head in fear, and waited until Li Nianfan turned and left before looking at the rice porridge in front of him.

"I, the bird master, ate all the jade dew and celery juice in the fairy world, and you give me rice porridge? How can you show it off."

It continued to complain arrogantly, then sniffed and opened its mouth to take a sip.

Hmm? How can it be so delicious?

Is this really rice porridge? !

Yes, at least in terms of food, this wave is not at a loss!

...

In a town thousands of miles away from the west of Qianlong Xianchao.

A scholar was sitting in a teahouse, holding a bamboo scroll in his hand, staring at the empty teahouse in a daze.

On the bamboo scroll, the three words "Journey to the West" were written.

However, there was no one listening at this time.

Outside the teahouse, there was chaos, with wailing, crying, crazy roaring, and more, chaotic footsteps.

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

The scholar couldn't help but ask, "I haven't finished my story yet, why are there fewer and fewer people listening?"

He was asking the old man, and it seemed like he was asking himself.

The old man shook his head and sighed, "There is a plague. We can't even eat. Some are starving to death, some are sick and dying. Who wants to listen to stories? Let's go!"

The scholar asked absentmindedly, "My stories contain truths. Why should I be afraid of the plague?"

The old man was dumbfounded and said with a smile, "I am about to die. What truth do I need? Can truth be eaten as food? Can truth cure diseases?"

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

The word "death" directly touched his heart.

At this time, a young man walked over quickly, supported the old man, and said, "Dad, run away quickly. This scholar is not in a clear mind. Don't pay attention to him."

Soon, the teahouse returned to silence again.

Meng Jun sat there for a long time, his mind buzzing, repeatedly echoing the old man's words.

He had seen too many scenes along the way, and he had seen all kinds of things in the world.

There were prosperous cities and dilapidated places. He had seen extremely kind people and encountered poor and vicious monsters. Every time, he would have new insights, and every time, what he believed in the ultimate truth of heaven and earth would be useful.

He thought that he had a complete understanding of the Tao in heaven and earth, and he could spread the Tao throughout the world of immortal cultivation, so that all living beings could escape from the sea of ​​suffering and achieve spiritual transcendence.

But now, he found that he was wrong.

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

"The way of heaven is reincarnation, and the way to immortality cannot be achieved."

"The sun rises and the moon sets, and life, aging, sickness and death are the laws of heaven and earth

. If you don't even understand the real world, how can you pursue your own way?" Even in "Journey to the West", Patriarch Bodhi said at the beginning that there is no way to immortality in this world.

Could it be that... there really is no way to immortality?

The way I pursue... is wrong?

He looked at the crowds fleeing outside, his eyes becoming more and more confused.

Preach, preach!

The old man was right, what's the use of the way he preached?

Time is like water.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

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

His eyes suddenly blinked.

He remembered that in "Journey to the West", Tang Monk and his disciples would go to ask for help when they encountered difficulties that they could not solve on their way west. Then, if his own preaching was blocked, he must go back to ask for help!

I have to go back and ask the experts for advice!

He stood up suddenly, walked out of the teahouse, looked at the crowd outside who were still in a panic, and frowned deeply.

This group of people all ran from the west and ran all the way to the east.

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

Before going back to ask for help, let's solve this little trouble first.

He raised his foot and walked towards the west.

Along the way, countless people migrated eastward, but he was the only one who went against the crowd, his steps neither fast nor slow, but no one had time to pay attention to him.

Gradually, corpses began to appear on the ground, and then a village appeared in his sight.

Above the village, dark clouds covered the sky, and dead bodies were everywhere. There were also many people lying on the ground weakly waiting to die.

Several immortal cultivators were suspended in the sky above the village, and there were also rays of light intersecting and passing by. The wind was howling, the sky was dark, and it was clearly noon but it felt like midnight!

In the center of the village, stood a stone statue.

The remaining survivors, whoever had the strength, knelt around the statue, piously begging: "Please bless me, Lord Demon, to dispel the disease and pain, and let me live!"