Chapter 192: My way...wrong?

In the courtyard.
Li Nianfan was holding two eggs and couldn't help but smile.
I have a blessing today, you can taste the chicken eggs of the cultivator.
"Little Daji, you can't eat chicken, but with these two eggs, you can make tomato scrambled eggs and steam a fish, which is enough for dinner."
Fortunately, I just went out to catch a lot of fish, enough to eat for a while.
By the way, the nest of honey is also a good thing.
Soon, the great chef Xiaobai made a good dinner, the fragrance wafted and made people appetite.
Li Nianfan's attention was specifically placed on the egg.
However, the egg white was crystal clear, like white jade, shimmering, and the yolk was not yellow, but red, like a flame, it looked very dazzling.
Good egg!
Li Nianfan gave an evaluation and felt more and more that he was right to keep the chicken.
"Little Daji, hurry up and taste it." Li Nianfan stretched out his chopsticks and put a piece into his mouth.
The entrance of the egg is crispy and smooth, and the taste is excellent. Moreover, the sourness of tomatoes and the fragrance of eggs complement each other, bringing a sense of enjoyment to the taste buds. It is sweet and sour and delicious. Although simple, it is also delicious.
Li Nianfan immediately commented: "This egg is not bad, it is tenderer than ordinary eggs, it can be said to melt in the mouth, the chicken in the world of immortality is different."
Fire Sparrow sniffed, couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and glanced over here.
Although I want to eat a little bit, I still feel arrogant in my heart: "Hehe, Benji, Bah Bah, how come the eggs of Ben Bird are comparable to those of pheasants in the mortal world? Are you insulting, do you understand? Because of your lustful prestige, I will fight with you for everything!"
"Also, it seems that this gangster's food is not very good. An ordinary fish has a bowl of white rice porridge. The most precious thing is the bird's egg, tusk tusk."
However, when he saw Li Nianfan set his gaze on him, he was shocked, his wings flapped a few times, and his heart screamed: "Big brother, I was wrong, don't kill me."
"I almost forgot, I got an extra mouth." Li Nianfan brought a bowl of rice porridge and put it in front of the turkey. "Eat it, you have the strength to lay more eggs when you are full."
The turkey shrank his head in fear, and when Li Nianfan turned and left, he looked at the rice porridge in front of him.
"This bird master eats Yulu Qiongye in the Immortal Realm, so you can drink rice porridge for me? How can you get it right."
It continued to spit proudly, then sniffed and opened its mouth to take a breath.
Ok? How can it be so delicious?
Is this really rice porridge? !
Yes, at least in terms of food, this wave is not bad!
...
It is in a town thousands of miles west of Qianlongxian Dynasty.
A scholar was sitting in a tea house, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, looking at the empty tea house, in a daze.
On the bamboo slips, three words "Journey to the West" were written impressively.
However, there is not a single audience at this time.
Outside the tea house, there was chaos, with wailing, crying, crazy roars, and more, messy footsteps.
A gray-haired old man looked at the scholar and couldn't help but walked 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 do you hear fewer and fewer people?"
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 food, starving to death, sick to death, who listens to the story, hurry up!"
The scholar asked dumbfoundedly: "My story contains the most truth, what are you afraid of plague?"
The old man was dumbfounded and said amused: "This man is dying, so what is the most reasonable? Can Zhili be a meal? Can Zhili heal?"
The scholar's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had lost his soul, unable to speak.
A dead word directly touched his heart.
At this time, a young man walked over quickly and supported the old man, "Father, run away, this scholar is not clear-headed, so ignore him."
Soon, the tea house returned to death again.
Meng Jun sat there for a long time, his brain rumbling, reverberating the old man's words.
He has seen too many sceneries along the way, it can be said that he has come across the world.
There are prosperous cities, there are also shabby places, I have met extremely good people, and have encountered poor and vicious monsters. Each time, I will have new insights. Every time, the heaven and earth that I think will be useful.
He thinks that he has a complete understanding of the Tao in the heavens and the earth, and he can spread the Tao throughout the entire world of cultivation, so that sentient beings can escape from the sea of ​​suffering and obtain spiritual detachment.
But now, he found himself wrong.
He closed his eyes, and Li Nianfan's words began to swirl in his mind.
"The way of heaven has reincarnation, and the way of eternal life cannot be done."
"The sun rises and the moon sets, birth, old age, sickness and death. This is the law of heaven and earth. You don't even understand the real world. How can you pursue your own way?"
Even in "Journey to the West", Bodhi Patriarch said at the beginning that there is no way of longevity in this world.
Isn't it... really there is no way of longevity?
The way you pursue...wrong?
He looked at the crowds fleeing in a panic outside, his eyes getting more and more blurred.
Preach, preach!
The old man is right, what is the use of these teachings?
Time is like water.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
The scholar was motionless, like a statue, staring at the sun rising and the moon setting outside.
His eyes blinked suddenly.
He remembered that in "Journey to the West", Tang Seng and his apprentice went all the way to the west. When they encountered difficulties that couldn't be solved, they would move to rescue soldiers. Then his path of preaching was blocked, he must go back to rescue soldiers!
I have to go back and ask an expert!
Suddenly he got up, walked out of the tea house, looked at the still panicked crowd outside, frowning deeply.
This group of people all ran from the west, all the way to the east.
Meng Junliang raised his eyes and looked at the sky to the west, where a layer of dark clouds filled the sky.
Before going back to move the rescuers, let's get rid of a little trouble.
He lifted his foot and walked towards the west.
Along the way, countless people migrated eastward, but he was the only one, walking against the crowd without hurries, 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 vision.
Over the village, black clouds covered the top, dead bodies were everywhere, and many people were lying weakly on the ground waiting to die.
Several immortal cultivators hovered above the village, and there was a dash of light passing by. The wind was howling, the sky was dim and the earth was dark, it was noon but it was like late night!
In the center of the village, there is a stone statue.
The rest are alive, but all those who are vigorous knelt down around the statue, begging piously: "Lord Demon God bless me, dispel the sickness, and help me survive!"