In the courtyard house.
Li Nianfan held two eggs and couldn't help but smile.
He was in luck today. He could taste the eggs of a cultivator's chicken.
"Little Daji, I can't eat the chicken, but these two eggs can be made into scrambled eggs with tomatoes and steamed fish. That should be enough for dinner."
Fortunately, he had just gone out to catch a lot of fish, which was enough to eat for a while.
Oh right, there was also the nest of honey, which was also good stuff.
Soon, the chef Xiao Bai made a good dinner. The aroma wafted through the air, whetting one's appetite.
Li Nianfan's attention was deliberately focused on the eggs.
The egg white was crystal clear, like white jade, shining with a luster. The egg yolk was not yellow, but red, like a flame. It looked very dazzling.
Good egg!
Li Nianfan gave his evaluation. He felt more and more that he was right to keep the chicken alive.
"Little Daji, quickly try it." Li Nianfan reached out with his chopsticks and put a piece into his mouth.
The egg entered his mouth. It was crispy and smooth, and the taste was excellent. Moreover, the sour taste of the tomato and the fragrance of the egg complemented each other, bringing a sense of enjoyment to the taste buds. It could be said to be sour and sweet. Although it was simple, it was delicious.
Li Nianfan immediately commented, "This egg is good. It's more tender than ordinary eggs. It really melts in the mouth. Chickens in the cultivation world are really different."
The Fire Sparrow sniffed and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Its eyes couldn't help but glance over.
Although it wanted to eat, it was still proud in its heart. "Hehe, this chicken, bah bah, how can this bird's eggs be compared to the eggs of those pheasants in the mortal world? You're insulting me, do you understand? If it weren't for your abuse of power, this bird would fight with you no matter what!
"Also, it seems that this big boss's food is not very good. An ordinary fish with a bowl of rice porridge. The most precious thing is this bird's eggs, tsk tsk tsk."
However, when it saw Li Nianfan's gaze fall on it, it was suddenly frightened. It flapped its wings a few times and cried in its heart, "Big boss, I was wrong. Don't kill me."
"I almost forgot that I have an extra mouth." Li Nianfan carried a bowl of rice porridge in front of the Fire Sparrow. "Eat. You'll have the strength to lay more eggs when you're full."
The Fire Boss shrunk his head in fear. After Li Nianfan left, he looked at the porridge in front of him.
"This Bird Grandpa ate Jade Dew Wine in the Immortal World, and you're giving me plain rice porridge? How can you take it out? "
It continued to complain arrogantly. Then, it sniffled and took a deep breath.
Hmm? How can it be so delicious?
Is this really rice porridge?!
At least in terms of food for food food.... com
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In a town thousands of miles west of the Ganlong Immortal Dynasty.
A scholar was sitting in a teahouse, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand. He was staring at the empty teahouse in a daze.
The words "Journey to the West" were written on the bamboo slips.
However, at this moment, there was no audience.
Outside the teahouse, it was chaos. There were howls, cries, screams, and even more chaotic footsteps.
A white-haired old man looked at the Fire Sparrow and walked over. "Young man, let's go. We can't stay here any longer."
The Fire Sparrow couldn't help but ask, "I haven't finished telling my story. Why are fewer and fewer people listening?"
He seemed to be asking the old man, but at the same time, he seemed to be asking himself.
The old man shook his head and sighed. "There's a plague. We can't even eat. People are starving to death. People are dying of illness. Who wants to listen to your story? Let's go!"
The Fire Sparrow asked in a daze, "My story contains wisdom. Why would I be afraid of a plague?"
The old man was dumbfounded. "This person is about to die. Why does he still need wisdom? Could the truth be eaten as food? Can wisdom cure diseases? "
The Fire Sparrow's pupils constricted. It was as if he had lost his soul. He couldn't speak.
The word 'death' directly touched the depths of his heart.
At that moment, a young man walked over quickly and supported the old man. "Father, let's run. This Fire Sparrow isn't in his right mind. Ignore him."
Soon, the teahouse returned to silence.
Meng Jun sat there for a long time. His mind was buzzing as the old man's words echoed over and over again.
He had seen too many things along the way. It could be said that he had seen all kinds of things in the world.
There were prosperous cities and run-down places. He had seen kind people and evil demons. Every time, he would gain new insights. Every time, the wisdom of Heaven and Earth that he believed would be useful.
He thought that he had a complete understanding of the Dao of Heaven and Earth. He thought that he could spread the Dao throughout the entire Immortal Cultivation World, allowing all living beings to escape the sea of suffering and achieve spiritual transcendence.
But now, he realized that he was wrong.
He closed his eyes. Li Nianfan's words began to echo in his mind.
"The Heavenly Dao has reincarnation. The Dao of immortality is impossible."
"The sun rises and the moon sets. Birth, old age, sickness, and death. These are the laws of Heaven and Earth. If you don't even understand the real world, how can you pursue your own Dao?"
Even in Journey to the West, Patriarch Bodhi said at the beginning that there was no Dao of immortality in this world.
Could it be … that there really was no Dao of immortality?
The Dao that he pursued … was wrong?
He looked at the people outside who were fleeing in panic. His eyes became more and more unfocused.
Preach, preach!
The old man was right. What was the use of preaching these Daos?
Time flowed like water.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The Fire Sparrow Scholar did not move. He was like a statue, staring at the rising sun and setting moon outside.
His eyes suddenly blinked.
He remembered. In Journey to the West, Tang Sanzang and his disciples were traveling west. When they encountered difficulties that they could not solve, they would go to ask for help. Since his path of preaching was blocked, he had to go back and ask for help!
I have to go back and ask the expert!
He suddenly stood up and walked out of the teahouse. He looked at the panicked crowd outside and frowned deeply.
This group of people came from the West and ran all the way to the East.
Meng Junliang looked up at the sky in the West. There, there was a layer of dark clouds.
Before going back to ask for help, he had to resolve this little problem.
He lifted his foot and walked toward the West.
Along the way, countless people were moving toward the East. He was the only one who walked against the crowd. His footsteps were neither fast nor slow. However, no one had the time to pay attention to him.
Gradually, corpses began to appear on the ground. After that, a village appeared in his vision.
Black clouds covered the sky above the village. Corpses were everywhere. There were also many people lying on the ground weakly, waiting for death.
Several immortal cultivators were floating in the sky above the village. Streaks of light were crossing each other. The wind was howling, and the sky was dark. It was noon, but it was like the middle of the night!
In the center of the village, there was a stone statue.
The remaining survivors, those who had the strength, were kneeling around the statue and begging sincerely, "Lord Demon God, please bless us. Please dispel the sickness and let us live!"
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