About me traveling to the world of immortality but finding ways to surf the Internet

After leaving Niujiao Town, their route was a sparsely populated wasteland for several days. When passing through those barren mountains, Yang Yuyao always felt that there should be several nests of goblins like those in Journey to the West living in such mountains. But few demons in this world live in such deep mountains and old forests. The demons either stay in their demon world, or live the same life as human monks. Therefore, it is unlikely that Yang Yuyao saw goblins singing songs and patrolling the mountains.

This road was so desolate that it was boring. Fortunately, the carriage was mainly driven by Yi Ziqi, so Yang Yuyao could concentrate on studying his magic weapons. Yang Yuyao even made a magic version of a music player, importing all the songs he had stored in his old mobile phone that he thought was lost to use for entertainment. But because I thought that once these songs with completely different music styles from this world were released, it would be a headache to explain them, so I had to give up the idea of ​​releasing them.

In the first two days, no one felt anything wrong, but as time went by, looking at the almost identical scenery, even Yi Ziqi found it boring, let alone Ye Qianqian. She couldn't even calm down during practice these past two days. Although they all know that as monks, they are the ones who should endure loneliness the most, but reality finally defeats them. They would rather say that their spiritual practice is too shallow than to be bored anymore. In order to relieve their fatigue without affecting their journey, the three of them came up with the idea of ​​drawing lots and taking turns telling stories.

The first person to win the lottery was Yi Ziqi. He told a story about an evil cultivator and a demon who colluded to disguise themselves as women and abduct teenagers. This story sounds like a horror story. The ups and downs of the plot scared Ye Qianqian for a while. However, when Yang Yuyao asked whether the story was true or false, Yi Ziqi himself was not sure. He said that the story was from I heard it from an elder of the Lingxiao Sect. The elder especially liked to amuse the new disciples, so he would tell some weird stories. But if this story was completely fabricated by the elder, he had heard of similar things in other places.

"This story is so scary!" Ye Qianqian was even more frightened when she thought that this story might be true. Although as a monk she may face such things in the future, she still can't accept it now. "Brother Yuan, can the story you are going to tell later be less scary?"

"Hmm..." Yang Yuyao was a little embarrassed. He originally wanted to talk about three dozen white-bone spirits, but he had been walking in the barren mountains for the past few days, and he unknowingly reviewed Journey to the West all over himself. The Three Strikes of Bone Demons can be regarded as the most classic section in this novel. It not only has a special opera aria, but also a separate cartoon. But okay, although this part is very classic, Yang Yuyao himself doesn't like it very much, because Sun Houhou is always wronged in this part, which makes him very unhappy. Yang Yuyao thought for a while and simply told the prototype of Journey to the West, Xuanzang's Journey to the West, as a story. Without those monsters and beauties, the story would not be so exciting, but Yi Ziqi and Ye Qianqian still listened with interest.

"Is Master Xuanzang always a mortal?" Yi Ziqi asked with admiration, although he had no idea about the place Yang Yuyao was talking about. But he could imagine how difficult it was for the monk to travel through so many countries almost alone. It was not easy even for a Golden Core monk like him to travel through several countries, and monks did not need to pass customs documents. It's hard to imagine how a mere mortal could do it.

"They are mortals." Yang Yuyao said with certainty.

"But if someone is as powerful as him and can do such a thing, he should be able to cultivate an indestructible golden body, and even become a Buddha. How can he still be a mortal?" Ye Qianqian couldn't understand. She felt that the story in the story Master Xuanzang should be a person in Buddhism who has a very powerful mind and wisdom. It is obvious that ordinary monks in Buddhism can do things, so why can’t the eminent monk in the story not do it?

"Because he lived in an era where spiritual energy was exhausted." After thinking about it, Yang Yuyao gave this answer. Otherwise, if they continue to ask questions, it will be even more difficult for him to explain. Yang Yuyao wondered if it would be better to talk about three dozen white-bone spirits, but the relationship between monks and monsters in this world is quite good, and it is impossible for him to replace them with monsters, even though they both have the word monster. But monsters don’t have such intelligence and means.

"If that's the case, it's really untimely." Yi Ziqi couldn't help but feel sorry for the monk. Naturally, Yang Yuyao's story couldn't tell all the details of Master Xuanzang's journey to the west. I couldn't finish all those days and nights, not to mention that Yang Yuyao only remembered a rough outline. But based on this, he is able to see and understand the subtle details. If he were born in this world, I am afraid that no one in Buddhism can match him. Ye Qianqian nodded. She could not think of that much yet, but she still instinctively felt a little sad that the monk was born in such an era.

It was getting dark again, and they skillfully found a suitable place to stop and prepare to spend the night. It's not impossible to travel overnight, but it's just not necessary. Moreover, the main reason why they stopped to rest was for their great hero Red Comet. The mountain road here is rugged, even if Red Comet has excellent endurance, it's a bit too much. Yang Yuyao didn't want his first animal to be over-consumed and get sick from exhaustion.

With the large carriage purchased by Yang Yuyao, they did not need to set up another camp, they only needed to make a bonfire to drive away the wild animals. After Yang Yuyao laid out the three-talisman formation, he gave Red Comet some of his favorite beans. Of course, the task of lighting the fire was left to Yi Ziqi and Ye Qianqian.

Since entering this uninhabited land, Yang Yuyao and Yi Ziqi have not eaten anything. They gave all the food they brought to Ye Qianqian, who has not yet eaten a grain of rice. But tonight, Yang Yuyao felt that they I'm a little greedy. Even if my body doesn’t need it, my heart still wants to eat something. So after feeding his horse, Yang Yuyao walked through the three talisman formation, intending to find some ingredients for the tooth-beating ceremony.

Yi Ziqi and Ye Qianqian were not too worried about Yang Yuyao's safety. After Lin Tiancheng's incident, they both felt that Yang Yuyao was strong enough to cope with most situations. However, this time it seemed that Yang Yuyao had just left when he turned back.

"I would like to ask, can wolves be eaten?" Yang Yuyao, who returned, looked at the two people who were a little surprised and asked.

"Okay." Yi Ziqi replied. Just as he was wondering why he asked this, he saw Yang Yuyao turning around and coming out of the three-talisman array. After a while, he dragged a gray wolf that was still struggling. came back. After throwing the gray wolf to the bonfire, Yang Yuyao looked at Yi Ziqi expectantly. Only then did Yi Ziqi understand that Yang Yuyao wanted him to take care of the wolf.

Facts have proved that handing over the ingredients to Yi Ziqi is the right choice. Yang Yuyao and Ye Qianqian, two people who have no fingers in Yangchun water, are more unreliable than the other in handling the ingredients. Although both of them were willing to help, one wanted to roast the wolf on the fire without taking out the internal organs, and the other thought of getting rid of the hair first, but planned to pluck the wolf's hair with his bare hands. Yi Ziqi smiled dryly and stopped the two people who were getting more and more helpful, and finally took over all the work. Although Yi Ziqi's cooking skills are not great, at least the steps are good, and he even brought his own salt and spices!

After being gently driven away by Yi Ziqi, Yang Yuyao noticed that Red Comet was frightened by the wolf he captured and was restless. Yang Yuyao had never raised a horse before. He didn't know whether Red Comet had this reaction because of his instinctive fear of carnivores or whether Red Comet was so scared after seeing a wolf before. Yang Yuyao, who couldn't think of an answer, walked towards the red comet and patted its neck to comfort the strong horse, but the effect was not good.

He took the reins and led the horse a little further, but he could still see the position of the wolf he had captured. Let Red Comet see that the wolf was killed by Yi Ziqi, cleaned and then put on the fire to roast. Yang Yuyao wanted Red Comet to understand that as long as he was around, creatures like wolves could not harm it.

This method worked, and Red Comet calmed down when he saw that the wolf could no longer move. Yang Yuyao didn't know that in order to avoid the danger caused by horses being frightened and losing control by wolves, some horse trainers would specially train horses to overcome their fear of wolves. He just wanted to calm his horse and completed the training by mistake.

The wolf caught by Yang Yuyao was quite big, and it was a wolf in its prime. Generally speaking, such wolves live in wolf packs, and I don't know why they wander alone near them. Even if the three of them ate with open stomachs, most of them were still left. With the new food supplement, Ye Qianqian could eat a few less Bigu Pills before arriving at an inhabited place. No monk would be willing to take Bigu Pill unless forced to do so. Although it can make people go without eating for a long time, the taste is really not good.

They drove in the mountains for another two days. There was no human habitation here, so there were no artificially constructed roads. They basically walked along animal trails on this stretch of road. Needless to say, the road conditions were bad. Thanks to the formation that Yang Yuyao set up for the carriage, the discomfort caused by the bumps was greatly reduced, otherwise they would have been even more uncomfortable.

The reason why they wanted to go this way was because they had already arrived at the border area between Bianliang State and Wei Wu State. These two countries had conflicts all year round, and the national boundaries kept changing. The two countries were unwilling to invest money in this area. The only thing A better road is often haunted by bandits. The line is still far away. The way Yang Yuyao and the others were walking now, the distance was a little worse, but it was nearly half shorter than the only road, and there were only wild animals, so the safety was much higher than taking the more serious road.

After arriving at the territory of Wei Wu State, the rolling mountains finally became much gentler. Even the most desperate people would not choose to live in a mountain like this with rugged rocks and sparse vegetation. The three of them gradually got used to not being able to see anyone other than themselves all day long. Today Ye Qianqian told a story about a house fight. In the story, wives fight against concubines, uncles fight against nephews, parents against children, and of course brothers and sisters. The intrigues between them. That love, hate, and hatred are just like a mess. Yang Yuyao felt that if this story was polished by a famous writer and made into a TV series, it would be as exciting as those palace fighting dramas in his world.

But thinking that this was a story told by a girl who was only twelve years old, he felt shuddering. This was probably the scary thing about those big families. Although Ye Qianqian had not really understood the conspiracies in the story, she also Coming from a similar family, she was forced to flee due to the struggle for family power, but staying away from the family and joining the Xuanzhen Sect was just a temporary solution. Sooner or later, she would have to face such a thing.

"Hey, is there someone in front of you?" Ye Qianqian pointed to the front and asked in surprise, "But where did this person come from in this barren mountain? Could it be a yellow-skinned guy?"

"No, that is indeed a person, and it seems to be a monk." Yi Ziqi said, slowing down the carriage to avoid hitting the person. Unexpectedly, the man stopped and turned to look at them, as if he was waiting for them.

"Several donors, poor monks..." The man saw them coming and said, but just as he stood up, Yi Ziqi and Ye Qianqian shouted in unison, "Master Xuanzang!"

"No, the poor monk is not Master Xuanzang. The donors must have recognized the wrong person." The monk said softly.

"We can't help you if you ask for alms, we only have meat." Yang Yuyao, who was studying his gadgets in the carriage, heard the voices outside and opened the curtain and looked at the monk and said. He probably understood why Yi Ziqi and Ye Qianqian thought of Master Xuanzang when they saw him, because the monk's dress was indeed very similar to Master Xuanzang in the story Yang Yuyao told.

This monk has a delicate appearance and looks to be in his early twenties. He is wearing an old gray monk's robe that is white and fluffy, with leggings and straw sandals. Carrying a large bamboo book frame, I was walking alone in the wilderness again. The memory of Master Xuanzang’s story was immediately touched upon by Yi Ziqi and Ye Qianqian.

"It's not that the poor monk wants to ask for alms," the young monk said with a smile. "The poor monk's name is Puzhen. He stopped to wait for a few donors and just wanted to ask for directions. I wonder if the donors know the way to Longhua Temple. Which direction?"

Yang Yuyao looked at Yi Ziqi and Ye Qianqian and asked for directions. He couldn't help much. He did have a map, but it was very difficult to get accurate ones in this world. Those were usually only in the treasury of each country. However, the hand-drawn map he had did not indicate a location like Longhua Temple.

"Are you a monk from Longhua Temple?" Yi Ziqi asked without answering immediately.

"No, the poor monk practices in Fanshan Temple, which is a little-known temple. This time he went to Longhua Temple to learn how to better preach Buddhism..." Monk Puzhen was attracted by Yi who cast a hot look at him. Ziqi and Ye Qianqian were frightened. He didn't know that his purpose reminded them of Xuanzang's hard work to go to Tianzhu to study Buddhism, and they felt admiration for him.

"Longhua Temple should go west." Yi Ziqi said. This is a very famous temple with great incense. There are many monks from small temples who go there to study Buddhism. "But it's not easy to go by turning directly. You can walk with us for a while first, and then it will be much easier to go west at a place with three trees growing together." Yi Ziqi looked at Yang Yuyao, After getting Yang Yuyao's nod of agreement, he added.

"Thank you to the donors." Pu Zhen couldn't hide his joy when he learned that he could ride for a while. He was not an ascetic. For him, he had walked alone in the wilderness for so long and lost his way. Now he can There really is nothing better than taking a long ride.

"Come on up, but the car is a little messy now, you may need to sit on the floor." Yang Yuyao opened the curtain to make it easier for Pu Zhen to get on the car. In order to make room for him, he pushed the things he had messed with and hadn't had time to pack under the seat.

"It doesn't matter." Puzhen sat down first, took off his straw sandals and put them in his arms, then entered the carriage. Yang Yuyao wanted to say that he didn't need to take off his shoes, but when he saw that Puzhen had already taken off his straw sandals, he swallowed what he was about to say and packed up his things to make a lot of room.

Puzhen chose a corner to sit cross-legged and quietly fiddled with the beads in his hand. Yang Yuyao looked at the Buddhist beads in Puzhen's hand. They seemed to be just ordinary wooden carts, not even precious tree species.