Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At the four-part architecture.
Li Nianfan held two eggs and smiled.
It would be a treat to taste eggs laid by a hen that was given by a cultivator.
“Daji, there’s no turkey today, but we got two eggs. I can make stir-fry tomato eggs and steamed fish. That’s enough for dinner.”
Thankfully, they had enough fish from their fishing trip at the Clear Moon Lake.
Moreover, they had the nest of bees. It was good stuff.
Soon, Chef Xiao Bai made a nice meal for dinner. It smelled good and appetizing.
Li Nianfan focused on the eggs.
He saw that the egg whites were clear and white, just like white jades. It was shiny. The yolks were not yellow. Instead, they were red like flames. It looked rather eye-catching.
Good eggs!
Li Nianfan gave his review and thought he made the right decision to spare the hen.
“Daji, hurry up and taste it.” Li Nianfan reached out with his chopsticks and ate a piece of egg.
The egg was crunchy yet smooth. It had a fantastic texture and taste. Moreover, the acidity from the tomatoes was in good contrast with the nice eggs. That sweet-and-sour deliciousness brought joy to the taste palette. It was simple but it was brilliant.
Li Nianfan immediately commented, “The eggs are nice! Softer than a normal egg. It melts on the tongue. The hens from the Immortal Realm are really something else.”
The Firefinch flinched and gulped. It glanced over at them constantly.
It wanted to try the eggs but it was stubborn. ‘Ha. I, the master hen—wait, no. The master of birds, shouldn’t be in comparison with a chicken. This is an insult, do you understand? I would’ve fought you if only I wasn’t under your thumb!
‘Also, it seems like this bigshot eats trash meals. A normal fish, a bowl of white porridge. The best thing he’s ever eaten are my eggs, yikes.’
However, it noticed that Li Nianfan was looking at it. It jumped and flapped its wings, panicking as it thought to itself, ‘I’m sorry, bigshot, don’t kill me.’
“Almost forgot there’s another mouth to feed.” Li Nianfan placed a bowl of white porridge in front of the turkey. “Eat up, lay more eggs.”
The turkey scrunched its head and waited for Li Nianfan to turn around and leave. Then, it observed the white porridge.
“I eat ambrosia in the Above Immortal Realm. Did you just give me white porridge? How could you?” it stubbornly roasted the white porridge then scrunched its nose. It sipped on the white porridge.
Huh? Why did it taste good?
Was this white porridge?!
Okay, it was not that bad of a meal after all!
…
At a faraway town on the West side of the Ganlong Immortal Dynasty.
A scholar was sitting at a tea inn with a bamboo slip in hand. He looked around at this empty tea inn in a daze.
The bamboo slip had four words on the cover—’Journey to the West’.
However, there was no audience at that moment.
The atmosphere outside of the tea inn was noisy and chaotic. There were sounds of crying, screaming, but mostly, there were sounds of footsteps.
An elder with white hair looked at the scholar and walked toward him to say, “Young man, leave this place. You shouldn’t stay.”
The scholar asked, “I’m not done with the story yet. Why’s everyone leaving?”
The elder shook his head and sighed. “There’s a plague. We don’t have enough food and people are dying from hunger and sickness. Who has the time to listen to stories? You should hurry up and leave!”
The scholar dazedly asked, “My story contains the ultimate truth. Why should we be afraid of the plague?”
The elder was baffled. He mocked, “People are dying. Who cares about the ultimate truth? Can ultimate truths be turned into meals? Can ultimate truths cure sickness?”
The scholar was silenced like he lost his soul.
Death resonated deep in him.
Suddenly, another young man walked over to support the elder, “Dad, let’s go. This scholar’s out of his mind, ignore him.”
Soon, the tea inn was dead silent.
Meng Junliang sat there for a long while. The words of the elder were buzzing in his head repeatedly.
He had seen too many things. He had witnessed the cruelty of the world.
He saw big cities, lonesome wastelands, the kindest people, the most violent monsters. Every time he learned something new, he was a discoverer of truths.
He thought he understood the world well and that he could share his wisdom throughout the Immortal Realm—to free the general public from their suffering and help them be free spiritually.
However, he discovered that he was wrong.
He shut his eyes and thought about what Li Nianfan said.
“There are reincarnations, which makes longevity impossible.
“The sun goes up and the sun goes down. This is the law of life, if you can’t even grasp this basic fact, how would you understand your own life?”
Even in ‘Journey to the West’, the Buddha said that there was no longevity.
What if…longevity did not exist?
His cultivation…was a mistake?
He looked at the scurrying crowds with dazed eyes.
His preaching!
That elder was right. What was the use of preaching ultimate truths?
Time slipped by.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The scholar sat there like a statue as he simply stared at the weather outside.
He suddenly blinked.
He remembered something. In ‘Journey to the West’, the Monk and the disciples always ran into problems they could not fix. They would always seek help. They would always seek backup. There was no reason that he should not do the same when faced with problems in his cultivation journey!
He had to seek help from the expert!
He suddenly stood up and walked out of the tea inn. He frowned at the scurrying crowd outside.
These people ran from the Westside and they were heading East.
Meng Junliang looked at the Westside horizon. There were dark clouds over there.
He had to solve a tiny problem before he sought backup.
He walked toward the West.
Countless people moved to the East. He was the only one who rebelled against the crowd. He walked at a normal pace but no one had the time to pay attention to him.
Slowly, dead bodies appeared on the ground. Then, he saw a village.
Dark clouds hung above the village. There were dead bodies everywhere. A lot of people were laying on the ground, waiting to die.
Countless cultivators levitated mid-air. Figures were flying around everywhere. The wind howled and the sky was dark, almost as if it was already midnight!
At the center of the village was a stone statue.
The remaining few who were still alive used all their might to kneel in front of the statue. They prayed and begged, “Lord Demon God, we pray for the sickness to be gone. Bless thy disciple for survival!”
