Turns out I'm a Great Cultivator
Chapter 193: My Cultivation... Is It A Mistake?
In a four-part building.
Li Nianfan held the two eggs and smiled.
This would be an egg tasting treat from a chicken given by a cultivator.
“Daji, today there is no turkey, but we got two eggs. I can make tomato egg saute and steamed fish. That's enough for dinner. ”
Fortunately, they had enough fish from their fishing trip at Clear Moon Lake.
They have a beehive. That nice.
Soon, Chef Xiao Bai made a good meal for dinner. It smells good and appetizing.
Li Nianfan focused on the egg.
He saw the white of his egg was clear and white, like white jade. That's shiny. The egg yolk is not yellow. Instead, it was red like a flame. It looks a bit eye-catching.
What a good egg!
Li Nianfan gave his review and thought he made the right decision to spare the chickens.
“Daji, quickly sample.” Li Nianfan reached out with his chopsticks and ate an egg.
The eggs are crisp but smooth. It has amazing texture and taste. In addition, the acidity of tomatoes is in stark contrast to a tasty egg. That sweet sour delicacy brings joy to the palette of flavors. It's simple but brilliant.
Li Nianfan directly commented, “The eggs are delicious! Softer than regular eggs. It melts on the tongue. The chicken of the Eternal Realm was really something else. ”
Firefighters jerked and gulped. It glanced at them constantly.
He wanted to try the egg but was stubborn. ‘Ha. Me, the hen — wait, no. The lord of birds, it should not be compared to a chicken. It's an insult, do you understand? I'd fight you if I wasn't under your thumb!
‘Also, it looks like this big figure is eating junk food. Common fish, a bowl of white porridge. The best thing she ever ate was my eggs, my God. ‘
However, he noticed that Li Nianfan was looking at him. He jumped up and flapped his wings, panicking as he thought, ‘I'm sorry, champ, don't kill me.’
Almost forgot there was another mouth to feed. Li Nianfan placed a bowl of white porridge in front of the turkey. “Eat, lay more eggs.”
The turkey scrunched its head and waited for Li Nianfan to turn around and leave. Then observe the white porridge.
“I ate ambrosia in the Eternal Realm Above. Did you just give me white porridge? How could you? ” it stubbornly grilled the white porridge then scrunched its nose. It sipped white porridge.
Huh huh? Why does it taste good?
Is this white porridge ?!
Okay, it turns out the food wasn't that bad!
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In a distant city on the Western side of the Ganlong Eternal Dynasty.
A scholar was sitting in a tea inn with a bamboo stick in hand. He looked around at this empty tea inn in a daze.
On bamboo cover there are four words — ‘Travel to Barat’.
However, there was no audience at the time.
The atmosphere outside the hotel tea noisily and chaotic. There were cries, screams, but mostly, there were footsteps.
An elder with white hair looked at the scholar and walked up to him to say, “Young man, leave this place. You shouldn't have stayed. ”
The scholar asked, “I am not finished with the story. Why is everyone leaving? ”
The elder shook his head and sighed. “There is a disease outbreak. We don't have enough food and people are dying of hunger and disease. Who has time to listen to stories? You must leave quickly! ”
The scholar confusedly asked, “My story contains the highest truth. Why should we be afraid of the plague? ”
The elder was confused. He scoffed, “People are dying. Who cares about the ultimate truth? Can the ultimate truth be turned into food? Can the ultimate truth cure disease? “
Death resounded deep within him.
Suddenly, another young man walked over to support the older one, “Dad, let's go. This scholar is crazy, ignore him. “
Soon, the tea inn became silent.
Meng Junliang sat there for a long time. The elder's words buzzed in his head repeatedly.
He has seen too many things. He has witnessed the cruelty of the world.
He looked at the big cities, the desolate wastelands, the kindest people, the most ruthless monsters. Whenever he learns something new, he is an inventor of the truth.
He thinks he understands the world well and that he can share his wisdom throughout the Eternal Realm — to free the general public from their suffering and help them become spiritually free.
However, he found out that he was wrong.
He closed his eyes and thought about what Li Nianfan had said.
“There is reincarnation, which makes longevity impossible.
“Sunrise and sunset. This is the Law of Life, if you can't even understand this basic fact, how are you going to understand your own life? “
Even in ‘Journey to Barat’, the Buddha said that there is no longevity.
What if... longevity does not exist?
His cultivation ... was a mistake?
He looked at the rushing crowd with absentminded eyes.
His sermon!
The elder is right. What is the point of preaching the ultimate truth?
Time pass.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The scholar sat there like a statue as he just stared at the weather outside.
He suddenly blinked.
He remembered something. In ‘Travel to Barat’, Monks and disciples always encounter problems they cannot fix. They will always seek help. They will always seek help. There was no reason he did not do the same when facing any problems in his cultivation journey!
He should seek help from an expert!
He suddenly stood up and walked out of the tea inn. He frowned at the crowd that was rushing outside.
These guys are running from the Westside and they're heading East.
Meng Junliang looked at the Westside horizon. There's a dark cloud there.
He had to solve a small problem before he sought help.
He's walking west.
Many people moved east. He was the only one who rebelled against the crowd. He walked at a normal speed but no one had time to notice him.
Slowly, a corpse appeared on the ground. Then, he saw a village.
Dark clouds hang over the village. There's bodies everywhere. Many people were lying on the ground, waiting for death.
Countless cultivators floated in the air. Flaming figures everywhere. The wind howled and the sky darkened, as if it was already midnight!
In the middle of the village was a stone statue.
The remaining few who were still alive used all their strength to kneel before the statue. They prayed and pleaded, “Dewa Devil, we pray that his illness will be cured. Bless your disciples to survive! “