The two walked together and came to the street where they met in the daytime, and Li Xianyuan stopped.

"What's wrong with Brother Li?" Shen Da was puzzled, and the servants were sweating heavily behind him and took advantage of this to put down their heavy burden and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Chen Sheng, you and I will part ways."

Shen Dasheng was shocked: "Does Brother Li think I have neglected you? Or do you look down on the girl from the Shangfangyuan?"

The streets were coming and going, quite noisy. The sunset stretched out Li Xianyuan's shadow, and Gu Jing Wubo's eyes were full of seriousness at this time: "Chen Sheng, although my temperament is indifferent, I also have emotions, not clay sculptures. What you did today angered me and didn't like me. I don't plan for each other, so I'll leave it here."

Chen Sheng hurriedly stopped Li Xianyuan who turned around and was about to leave, looking anxious: "Is Brother Li because of that Situ? As the saying goes, brothers are like brothers and feet, women are like clothes. I really want to make friends with you, Brother Li. If Brother Li doesn't like it, I, I... I can apologize to Sister Situ."

Chen Sheng seemed to be really anxious and quickly changed his words and called Situ Yanran Sister Situ.

Chen Sheng had a young man's heart and a little dandy figure, but it was not hopeless. And Li Xianyuan could feel that Chen Sheng's purpose was not impure to make friends with him.

Li Xianyuan looked directly at Shen Da and spoke for a while: "Since that's the case, I'll forgive you once."

Shen Da's face immediately smiled and quickly admitted his mistake. He kicked the lazy servant who was on the verge of being: "Cai, go to the Shangfangyuan to make a seat."

"No need." Li Xianyuan said to stop him.

"Brother Li won't go to the Shangfangyuan?"

"...Another day." Li Xianyuan said after pondering. The busty from the Shangfangyuan once testified for him and had time to go over and thank him.

After saying goodbye to Chen Sheng, Li Xianyuan walked towards the inn and disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

Watching Li Xianyuan leave on the spot, the servant turned around and asked Shen Da in confusion: "Young Master, why do you want to flatter the Li surname so much? Isn't he just a poor scholar who got the head of the case?"

"So you are short-sighted." Shen Da knocked on the head of the servant and said angrily: "If my father asked me to make friends with Brother Li, that must be right. What's more, Brother Li, although I am, I have a bit of brotherhood. What's wrong with me, as a younger brother?"

The servant quickly said flatteringly: "No, since the master is like this, it must be right."

Chen Sheng snorted: "Let's go, go home! Brother Li told me not to provoke Situ Yanran, so I won't provoke it. I can just show off like my father. Let's see if he dares to hit me in the future."

...

Back in the inn room, the fuel lamp and the candlelight swayed, and Li Xianyuan was the only one in the empty room, looking lonely.

Li Xianyuan took off the painted tube behind her and put it on the bed, sat down and took out Journey to the West.

After communicating with Mingtang, the memory is improved, and the broken memories of the past are also combined and pieced together to become clear. Li Xianyuan looked through Journey to the West and found many different things from the original work.

After all, it was written based on memory, and many details of the content were lost.

Li Xianyuan grinds it, took out a stack of rice paper and pressed it with paperweight and oil lamp, took out the brush and dipped it in thick ink, and rewrite it according to the memory in his mind.

[The first chapter of spiritual root breeding, birth and flowing out of the mind and nature cultivation]

[The poem says: Chaos has not divided the world...]

...

There are many strange stories circulating among the people here. Most of them are scholars or monks who encounter demons and repeatedly subdue demons, and win a good reputation.

Those who are quite down-to-earth are beautiful women who are silly scholars sleeping in a deserted temple and encounter monsters or ghosts. The woman is light and wishes to be happy with you. What happens next depends entirely on the imagination of the people.

In the 55th chapter of Journey to the West, Tang Monk's sentence when he encountered the scorpion spirit: "My true yang is the most treasure, how can I be willing to be with you, the pink skeleton?" is beyond these countless streets.

The golden crow disappeared among the mountains in the distance, and the bright moon and stars rose. The lanterns outside the window were brightly lit, and people came and went in the streets. As time passed, Li Xianyuan was always focused on the shore and buried her head in writing.

The oil lamp occasionally makes crackling sounds, and the candlelight sways, and there is not much oil left in the lamp inside.

Bai Feng threw Tang Monk and his party into the river, and the clothes and poems were all wet, so they hung the wet scriptures on the stone, exposing the sun to the sun. Some scriptures were stained on the stone, so they had to tear them off. Tang Sanzang felt sorry for Sun Xingzhe, and then he said: The world is not complete, let alone the scriptures.

The group collected the incomplete scriptures and returned to the Tang Dynasty in the East.

When he returned to the Tang Dynasty, Tang Monk was about to read Mahayana Buddhism. The Eight Vajra suddenly appeared and took them back to Lingshan. All the gods and Buddhas in the heavens were sitting in front of him. Tang Monk and the five were awarded the fruit position by the Tathagata, and "Journey to the West" ended here.

After the last stroke, the extremely ordinary rice paper actually emitted golden light, and golden lotus coiled around, and a first-rate lotus appeared under Li Xianyuan's seat, illuminating the whole room with golden light.

Prajna Paramita Prajna Paramita Prajna Paramita Prajna Paramita Prajna Paramita...

The sounds of the Sanskrit sounds sounded in his ears, and countless Buddhist characters lingered around him, and the golden characters turned into tadpoles and drilled into the middle of Li Xianyuan's forehead.

The golden light of rice paper became more and more abundant, and the entire inn was filled with an eye, but it was not dazzling. Li Xianyuan was quick to learn to know that he had taken the bag and was still on it, covering up the dazzling golden light.

This move treats the symptoms but not the root cause. In just a few breaths, it penetrates layers of fabric, shining golden light everywhere, shining the room.

Fortunately, it was late at night and there was no one on the street. No one noticed the golden light transmitted from the windows of the second floor room above his head.

Seeing that the strange image was about to be blocked, the golden light suddenly subsided and everything returned to normal.

The oil lamp and candlelight crackled, and everything before seemed like a dream.

The vague barking of dogs came from the house outside the window.

Li Xianyuan sat at the table, staring blankly in front of her as if she was stupid, and pressed down on the table for Journey to the West.

Is it impossible to become a Buddha after writing a book of Journey to the West?

Li Xianyuan stood up and walked quickly to the bronze mirror.

His hair was still there in the bronze mirror, and there was no cinnabar on his eyebrows. He was still a young man with red lips and white teeth.

Li Xianyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Turn around and take away the package.

Rice paper is ordinary, there is no strange phenomenon between the lines, and the ink on the top piece of rice paper has not dried yet. Everything just seemed like a dream.

The changes just now made Li Xianyuan hesitate a little, and was it correct to compile the Journey to the West to publish the book.

But immediately, Li Xianyuan made a decision.

It is not his style to stand out.

It is also not his style to be afraid of his hands and feet.

Since you have come to the mythical world, if you don’t see these gods and monsters, you will be in vain to come to the world.

...

Jingshi Academy

The highest three-story loft.

The eaves of the attic are flying, and under the moonlight, a white dress looks like snow-like figure standing with one foot. The long skirt is fluttering.

She looked into the distance and looked at the direction where Li Xianyuan was. Her voice was cold and she muttered to herself in a low voice.

“Merit?”

Taoism cultivates oneself and governs virtue, and does not seek cause and effect karma, so it does not talk about merit. Only Buddhism cultivates good results and accumulates merit.
Chapter completed!