In the eastern sky, the sun rises.

Ding bell—ding bell—ding bell—

On the neck of a thin green donkey, a clear bell swayed. The crisp sound filled the forest path.

There is a figure sitting on the back of the donkey. This is a young man about twelve or thirteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and long hair tied behind his head, somewhat like a Taoist priest. He is sitting sideways on the back of a little donkey, and his whole body is washed white.

He was wearing a linen gown. He was holding a yellowed book in his hand, swaying slightly with the bumps, and quietly reading through it.

Birds were chirping, the early sun was pouring into the forest, and the mist was covered with a layer of golden light. Occasionally, small animals could be seen poking their heads out of the trees, looking at the boy for a few times, and jumping away.

"Child, kid—"

A young man and a green donkey drove for several miles and came to the foot of a mountain, when they suddenly heard shouts coming from far away.

The cry was strange and extremely high-pitched.

The young man on the donkey raised his head and looked around.

"Child, I'm here, here." The strange sound came from behind the bushes at the foot of the mountain.

After such an encounter in the barren mountains, the young man's expression remained calm. He patted the donkey's back lightly to stop, turned over, and pushed aside the bushes that were half a man tall.

Behind the bushes was a flat land with no grass growing on it. A dirty monkey with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth was pressed under the rock, with only its head and palms exposed. When it saw the boy, the strange monkey laughed a few times: "Finally, I saw a living person."

."

The young man asked: "Sun Wukong?"

"Huh? Do you recognize my name, Old Sun?" the gray-headed monkey face under the rock asked in surprise.

"Of course I know," the young man said. "I just don't know if you haven't become a Buddha, how can you be pressed under the mountain?"

The young man behaved completely calmly, without the slightest hint of panic.

"This... it's a long story." Sun Houhou rolled his eyes and quickly changed the subject of conversation. He pouted at the boy's side and stretched out his tongue: "Child, do me a favor. Have you seen that peach tree?

, I haven’t eaten peaches in hundreds of years.”

The young man followed Sun Wukong's gaze and saw a lush peach tree standing on the edge of the open space a few feet away. There were so many fist-sized peaches on the tree that the trunk was bent under the pressure.

"It takes a little effort," the young man replied. He walked to the peach tree and reached up to pick the peaches. He then lifted up his robe and caught them. After a while of tea, he picked a bunch of peaches, walked to Sun Wukong and dumped them down.

Sun Wukong's eyes shone brightly, and his furry face was buried in the peach. He sniffed this and licked that.

Seeing this, the young man dusted off his robe and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Sun Wukong poked his head out of the peach and shouted quickly.

"Is there anything else?" The young man turned his head and looked at it strangely with his dark eyes.

Sun Wukong's unkempt face grinned: "Don't leave in a hurry, come and talk to me. What's your name?"

The young man stopped and said, "Li Xianyuan."

"Why are you, a child, running to these barren mountains and ridges?"

"Go to Wuhou County and pass the Tongsheng examination."

"Scholar?" The monkey's hairy hand scratched its chin, but it could only touch this part.

"Exactly."

The monkey spoke very quickly: "My grandson thinks you have extraordinary qualifications, so why don't you learn from me? Being a disciple of the Great Sage Qitian doesn't mean you have been buried. I am the disciple of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, how about it?"

Li Xianyuan said seriously: "I still have to take the provincial examination."

"You little kid, which one is more important, cultivating the great path or studying!" The monkey's eyes widened.

Li Xianyuan said without thinking: "Of course it's reading."

Sun Wukong was startled, gritted his teeth, and said, "You kid, how can you be as pedantic as that old man Taibai? Don't take the big road but choose the side road!"

Li Xianyuan handed over his hand and replied: "I am not qualified to be a cultivator because of my dull qualifications. It is better to study peacefully and maybe I can achieve some success."

"Which pedantic old man told you that I smashed his teeth with a golden cudgel!"

"No need for the Great Sage to worry about it. Now he has lost all his teeth." Li Xianyuan answered in a straight tone.

Sun Wukong was speechless for a moment, and his eyes rolled around: "Otherwise, I can teach you the art of turning stone into gold. After you learn it, you won't have to worry about money. Do you want to learn it?"

"My qualifications are dull and I won't make any progress without decades of hard study. That's all."

"Somersault cloud, my old grandson has traveled a hundred and eighty thousand miles. Except for the palm of the Tathagata, there is no one in the world."

"This place is still more than a hundred miles away from Wuhou County. If you go there next, you will have to walk a hundred and seventy-seven thousand nine hundred miles. If you don't learn."

"Seventy-two changes!" Sun Houhou's hair exploded on his face, and he said angrily. The mountain seemed to be shaken.

"As mentioned before, the Midas touch still takes decades, let alone such an immortal technique."

Sun Wukong said angrily: "You child, if you don't learn this or that, what do you want? Could it be that I, Old Sun, don't want this golden hoop?"

"I can't lift it."

Li Xianyuan shook his head, his dull look inversely proportional to that of Sun Houhou, who was furious.

The atmosphere was stagnant.

The sun gradually rose, and dots of light penetrated the leaves and fell into the open space, and also fell on one person and one monkey. Sun Wukong faced the east, and was hit by the direct sunlight. His fur face wrinkled a little, and he tilted his head and hid in the shade.

Seeing this scene, the young man narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You are called Li Xianyuan in vain! You have no ambition to become an immortal at all!" The monkey didn't notice anything strange about Li Xianyuan, so he looked angry and wanted to get out and bite the young man in front of him to death.

"The name was only given by the villagers and others who took me in. After I remembered it, I thought it would be too troublesome to change my name, so I still came down." Li Xianyuan looked normal and spoke as if he was not talking about his own name.

Of course he knows that cultivation is good. But people must have self-awareness. Although for unknown reasons, after his death he came to this world that is similar to ancient China but mixed with mythological elements. But Li Xianyuan does not think that he can be like the protagonist in the novel about cultivating immortals.

In this way, adventures come one after another.

Although this world is similar to ancient China, it is very different. Pangu Nuwa, Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Heavenly Palace, Heavenly Soldiers, Heavenly Generals and Eighteen Hells, there are many of them, and it is said that some gods will appear from time to time. For example, Erlang God, Nezha, and the Eight Immortals

et al.

It's like a world that combines all the mythological elements of ancient China.

Not only that, scholars in this world are no longer powerless people. Anyone who has passed the imperial examination and received the official seal can be illuminated by the power of literary stars and baptized by the awe-inspiring aura. From then on, they will not be afraid of evil spirits and will not invade.

The second system besides cultivators.

Although at heart he is still a powerless scholar.

Li Xianyuan can definitely rely on the classics of his previous life to achieve great fame in this life. His beautiful articles will be famous for generations to come.

Therefore, instead of embarking on the hopeless road of cultivating immortality, it is better to embark on a clear and open road. The poets and writers of the previous life have already paved the way for him.

But this is not the fundamental reason why he rejected Sun Wukong. Compared with the immortal cultivator who went to heaven and earth, the scholar Yilu was more than a step behind. What's more, no one who has read Journey to the West can resist Sun Wukong's spells. Even if they are extremely powerful

Even if there is a chance of success, I will never give up.

Li Xianyuan rejected it just because...

Just listen to the monkey pressing down at the foot of the mountain, grinning and shouting: "I will give you the hair, it can be ever-changing!"

Li Xianyuan woke up from her thoughts, raised her sharp eyebrows on her delicate face, and actually stopped refusing and said, "Then just give it to me."

At this time, Sun Wukong finally realized that he was being tricked by this young man. Amidst the roar, the rock above Sun Wukong collapsed with a huge earthquake. When the dust was filled, a wave of air swept across, blowing the sleeves of Li Xianyuan's gown. The dust was swept away.

And Kong. Looking again, there is no Wuzhishan Sun Wukong in the same place.

Looking at the peach tree and peaches, they are clearly just a branch and a pile of stones.

"Ken to show up?" Li Xianyuan's voice didn't show any surprise. He even looked calm when the rock mountain collapsed and took a few steps back, as if he had expected it.

A young girl appeared where Sun Wukong had been. She had a delicate crimson face, wore a silk brocade robe, and had smooth black hair in a high bun. She was about the same age as Li Xianyuan, about twelve or three years old. She would be a

A date-red, simple sachet was tied around his waist. He raised his mouth and said to Li Xianyuan, "Do you know it's me?"

"There are too many loopholes." Li Xianyuan said. This kind of blinding method is enough to fool other people, but it is not enough to deal with Li Xianyuan, who has been born in two generations.

And as far as he knew, the Journey to the West stories circulating in the world did not include the plot of Sun Wukong being crushed under the mountain. Could it be that Sun Wukong became angry after becoming a Buddha and forcibly deleted this paragraph?

"So you agree to become a Taoist companion with me!" The girl's eyes lit up, and a voice like silver bells echoed in the forest clearing.

Li Xianyuan shook his head.

"Why." The girl said unwillingly, she took a step forward, her eyes were reddish and endearing.

But Li Xianyuan was indifferent. He bent down and patted the dust off his body. He straightened up and looked at the girl without blinking.
Chapter completed!