Black Myth: Journey to the West: Simulate becoming an immortal!

Chapter 163 Stealing a ginseng fruit!

Wanshou Mountain!
The mountains are extremely high and the situation is majestic.

The sun shines on the clear forest, and thousands of red mists are lingering around.

The wind blows across the dark valley, and thousands of colorful clouds float in the sky.

Flowers bloom and fade on the mountain top, clouds come and go on the peak of the ridge.

At first glance, it really is a paradise!

But if you look closely, something seems a little off.

This place looks like a paradise, but there is always an inexplicable sense of oppression.

And vaguely, there seemed to be a lot of demons and monsters gathered here.

On a cliff, there is a figure with four heads and eight arms, looking at Wanshou Mountain from afar.

And this person was none other than Chen Xi, who had been traveling under the stars and sleeping in the open air for a month since leaving the Pear Garden!
At this moment, he had an inexplicable expression, and the light of wisdom behind his head was looming.

Compared to a month ago, Chen Xi has not changed much.

However, ever since Chen Xi put on the Vairocana Five Buddha Crown, he seemed to be gradually becoming "smarter".

"Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain, the territory of Zhenyuan Daxian..."

Chen Xi murmured to himself with a serious tone.

In terms of pomp and fame, the Immortal Zhenyuan, who is said to be as old as heaven and earth and as powerful as the world, is definitely the most impressive being he has encountered since he embarked on the journey to the West.

The Three Pure Ones are his friends, the Four Emperors are old friends, the Nine Stars are juniors, and Yuanchen is a humble guest.

In this evil world, what should we do if such beings are still alive?
Chen Xi frowned, his thoughts were complicated, with both worry and expectation.

The worry is that an existence like the Great Immortal Zhen Yuan would also fall into depravity in this evil and corrupt world.

If such a being, like Lingji Bodhisattva, Mu Zha, and Lishan Old Mother, degenerates into a specious demon and blocks his journey to the west...

Chen Xi shook his head. Even the Great Sage couldn't deal with the Immortal Zhen Yuan, let alone a big demon who was cobbled together?
And what we hope for is that the Immortal Zhenyuan has not been affected by the evil world, not only has he not disappeared, but he has also still maintained his status as an immortal.

If this fantastic possibility is true, Chen Xi might be able to understand the great secrets of Lingshan and this world by visiting the Immortal Zhenyuan!
But obviously, this possibility is very small...

clairvoyance!
Chen Xi's eyes were filled with a glazed light, and he could see a thousand miles away at a glance.

The layers of dense tree ridges seemed nothing at this moment.

He just blinked his eyes and saw the current scene of Wanshou Mountain.

Looking at Wanshou Mountain from afar, it is truly a fairyland.

A closer look at Wanshou Mountain reveals that it is a dangerous place full of demons.

But within a few miles of Wanshou Mountain, demons and monsters are rampant.

Sometimes there are little demons who use their skin and flesh as ropes and jump around.

Sometimes there are demons who use human heads as pots and drink wine and eat meat.

It was chaotic, cruel and bloody.

Such a horrifying scene was completely hidden by the green trees in the area.

If there are still people alive in this world, they will probably not be able to escape the disaster if they pass by here.

The magnificent Wanshou Mountain, which looks like a fairyland, is actually quite unique.

I saw countless dead branches and tree roots entangled with each other, yellow and green intertwined, covering the wood and rocks.

These dead branches and tree roots filled the huge Wanshou Mountain.

This situation and this scene all indicate one thing...

Zhen Yuan Da Xian, something must have happened!

Otherwise, how could the Taoist temple of Zhenyuan Daxian fall to such a state and even become a paradise for demons to revel?

The more Chen Xi looked at Wanshou Mountain, the gloomier his expression became, and the worry in his heart seemed to have become a reality.

Wanshou Mountain has become what it is now, and no one knows what happened to the immortal Zhenyuan.

If he also degenerates into a demon like Mu Zha...

I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to survive this disaster...

If possible, Chen Xi really wanted to turn around and leave, take a detour and avoid getting involved in this mess.

However, there are some things that He cannot avoid even if He wants to.

The "audience" watching the show behind the scenes will not let Him escape His fate so easily.

Chen Xi's face looked grim, and the human skin paper on his chest was getting hotter and hotter.

He took it out casually, and the human skin paper unfolded.

The human skin paper, which had faded and turned pale due to the battle of Huangfengling, had now become bloodstained again.

It even turned yellow and black, as if it was stained with traces of time.

However, the appearance of the human skin paper only showed an abnormality and it had not fully recovered.

So now, Chen Xi is still unable to perform simulation.

Ever since Chen Xi left the opera house, strange phenomena have been appearing regarding the human skin paper.

Especially when He got close to Wanshou Mountain, visions became more frequent.

Obviously, there was something in the Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain that was attracting the human skin paper.

"There is no escape, no escape..."

Chen Xi tightly grasped the human skin paper with an ugly look on his face.

The light of wisdom behind His head is constantly shining.

The "obstacle of knowledge and perception" that only exists in the dark can be dispelled a little.

Chen Xi knew very well that such unavoidable things had happened many times.

Whenever a disaster strikes, he will always be involved due to various accidents and reasons.

Now the strange behavior of the human skin paper was obviously intended to force him to go to Wuzhuang Temple...

"Buddha, are you scared?"

The Buddha who had broken his precepts and had remained silent ever since the battle in the Quicksand River has become active again for some unknown reason.

His tone was deep and contained a hint of provocation.

Chen Xi narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, feeling a little surprised.

This fellow, Broken Precepts Buddha, never said a word despite the situation in the opera theater.

Why is it that now that he is at the Longevity Mountain, he is taking the initiative to speak? There is a problem!
Chen Xi's expression remained unchanged. He sneered and asked, "Afraid?"

"Ever since I crossed the Quicksand River and chose to carry all living beings on my back, I really don't know what fear is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the head behind his neck, which looked like a roller coaster, suddenly grinned.

"That's right, damn it, kid Chen has us protecting him, there's nothing he should be afraid of!"

"I will warm the wine and kill the enemy for the king."

The Buddha's head on Chen Xi's neck remained silent.

"If this is the case, why do Buddhists look ahead and behind?"

"I heard that there was a treasure in the Wuzhuang Temple. Do you know about it?"

"Oh?"

Chen Xi raised his eyebrows when he heard this. With his own wisdom, he instantly realized what the treasure that the Buddha who broke the precepts was talking about was.

"You mean... ginseng fruit?"

Chen Xi's tone was inexplicable and his expression was strange.

After these words were spoken, even the Dragon King couldn't help but open his eyes.

When mentioning Wuzhuang Temple, one can’t help but think of the famous ginseng fruit in the Three Realms!
Could it be that this foodie, Broken Precepts Buddha, has set his eyes on the ginseng fruit from Wuzhuang Monastery?
"good……"

The Buddha who broke his precepts narrowed his eyes, and his fairy belt fluttered.

"Ginseng fruit is also known as Cao Huan Dan. It blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature."

"It takes 10,000 years for a short head to produce no more than 30 seeds. If you smell it, you can live for 360 years. If you eat one, you can live for 47,000 years."

"Are you not tempted by such treasures?"

Chen Xi's heart was moved when he heard this, but the throbbing sensation disappeared in an instant.

He looked puzzled and shook his head.

"I do not seek a life of ten thousand years, but I am ashamed to live forever without doing anything."

“Although I am in this demonic and corrupt world, I can still roam freely with this heart.”

"Eagles soar in the sky, whales dominate the sea. How can you know the difference between dragons and earthworms if you don't try?"

"It is difficult to defy fate, but I will do it, and I will not stop until the end!"

Chen Xi uttered a long and leisurely chant, then paused.

"Falling into this demonic world, what's the point of being immortal?"

"Can you become an immortal or a Buddha?"

"Can you help those in need?"

"Can you jump out of the Three Realms?"

"No, none of them..."

"If that's the case, why should I be tempted? Immortality does not mean immortality."

"Whose temple is Wuzhuang Temple? You should know better than me."

"It's a bit unrealistic to plot against the so-called ginseng fruit..."

Chen Xi spoke of the matter based on facts. He did not become arrogant or reckless just because he had become a great demon.

The Buddha who broke his precepts seemed not surprised at all when he heard this.

He shook his head and then said, "Since Buddhist disciples cannot avoid Wuzhuang Temple, what's the harm in picking up a ginseng fruit and eating it?"

"Eating an innate spiritual root like the ginseng fruit not only prolongs one's lifespan, it is also of great benefit to one's own cultivation."

"Who knows, eating just one pill could help a Buddhist practitioner improve his practice by leaps and bounds, and help him attain Buddhahood sooner."

"Besides, it is not certain whether the so-called Zhenyuan Immortal is still alive..."

"Even if he is still alive in this corrupt world, as a Buddhist disciple, you have that precious silk, so you should be able to protect yourself."

What the Buddha said made sense, and it seemed that he was quite coveting the ginseng fruit.

Chen Xi was thoughtful, and felt that this Buddha who broke his vows was not just after the ginseng fruit.

According to Zen Master Wuchao, whether it is the Buddha who broke the precepts or the Dragon King.

In fact, they are all transformed from a part of one's own biased nature and are a part of oneself.

The fact that the ginseng fruit from Wuzhuang Temple could attract the Buddha who had broken his precepts so much attention shows that the contents are really of great benefit to him.

It seems that I really have to visit Wuzhuang Temple.

Whether it is the thing that caused the human skin paper to manifest the vision, or the ginseng fruit that the broken-precepts Buddha who represents a part of Him coveted so much.

These were enough to force Chen Xi to go over and take a look.

However, this also means that he will most likely have to confront the Immortal Zhenyuan.

Can you really protect yourself with just the precious silk you got from the old lady in the opera garden?
When Chen Xi thought of this, he held the embroidered yellow silk in one arm and spread out his palm.

The figure with four heads and eight arms embroidered on it is particularly eye-catching.

But perhaps because it is too vague, it is difficult to tell exactly which existence it is.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the person embroidered on it is not Chen Xi.

He has been holding this thing in his hand since he woke up.

He had personally experienced the capabilities of this thing.

Whether it is used to trap others or to protect yourself, it is an excellent treasure.

"That's all, just go."

"Eagles soar in the sky, whales dominate the sea. How can you know the difference between dragons and earthworms if you don't try?"

Chen Xi shook his head, put away the embroidered yellow silk, and walked towards Wanshou Mountain with his nine-ring staff.

Instead of complaining here and hesitating, it is better to go and find out.

He used his supernatural powers to shrink the ground to an inch, and with one step he was several feet away.

In a short while, they arrived at Wanshou Mountain.

There is a road in front of the mountain, and demons gather there.

All these monsters and demons were waiting in front of the mountain road, looking up at the mountain uncontrollably.

As soon as Chen Xi set foot here, he heard the demons gathered together roaring excitedly!
"White Bone Cave, the bones did not turn into flesh, but I stole a ginseng fruit!"

(End of this chapter)