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Chapter 25 Do you know? Eating my flesh can make you immortal

At this moment, auspicious clouds rose into the sky and hung in the air. Wukong looked up at the sky and the earth, trying to guess what he was looking at.

Ye Fan enjoyed the thrill of soaring into the clouds. After recovering from the shock, he asked, "Brother Monkey, aren't we heading to the underworld? Why do we have to fly so high?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong explained, "The Three Realms and Four Continents are one entity. The Netherworld is not sunken underground, but lies in a mysterious and obscure place."

"Now we must hold onto a breath of ancient energy, keep it in form and without dispersing it, and confine it to our eyes. This breath of ancient energy will be able to penetrate the depths and help us find an entrance to this underworld."

After hearing this, Ye Fan got rid of the old and welcomed the new.

When a person dies, a ghost is born. It is often said that ghosts are old qi. When he breathed in and out, he circulated the old qi and followed Wukong's method. He really saw another scene in his eyes.

The sky and the earth were dark, turning into green soul shadows. The vibrant scenery now turned into death and resentment. The soul essence scattered on the earth was extremely dazzling in Ye Fan's eyes.

The place where Wukong and others went was the City God Temple.

The City God Temple is the place where yin and yang meet. Many temples have a well in the backyard. The water in the well is icy cold, as if it leads to the underworld.

They slowly descended from the clouds, walked into the city, and headed towards the City God Temple.

……

Jambudvīpa is a place of fierce arguments and a sea of right and wrong.

This city was once prosperous, but it was said that a demon was causing trouble and harvested the heads of people all over the city, and the city was suddenly turned into a den of ghosts.

Later, immortals and Buddhas cast spells to drive away the evil spirits, and the area gradually regained its prosperity. Everyone became interested in Buddhism and Taoism, and the first word that their descendants learned was "Infinite Light."

People worship Buddha and Taoism, and their spirits are extraordinary. Immortals and Bodhisattvas often appear, recruit some disciples, and lead them into the mountains to practice Taoism and meditation.

"Isn't it nice here? It's a thriving scene with everything flourishing."

Ye Fan and others got off the cloud early and walked in the city, looking at the wide streets and the crowds shouting.

“The temples here actually give out rice porridge.”

He walked down the street without seeing a single beggar. Everywhere he looked, he saw red bricks and green tiles. People had smiling faces. Although they looked skinny, they exuded an indescribable vitality.

A group of people were walking down the street, including a short-headed monk, three depressed men, a female general, and a monkey Taoist priest.

People were not frightened. A woman even wanted to ask the Monkey Taoist for divination, but was stopped by the female general's gaze.

Wukong plucked a hair from his hand, blew on it, and a book appeared in his hand.

He handed it to Ye Fan and said, "I have been studying the way of heaven recently and have gained new insights. Come in and gain experience. I will give you a travelogue of paintings."

"See if you can complete this atlas and gain some experience?"

Ye Fan took the album, but saw the words written on it: "Shadow God Picture"

In the world of immortals and Buddhas, portraits are meant to capture souls. This Shadow God Picture is a rare treasure that can draw shadows and pictures, copy names and surnames, and transcribe life anecdotes into the picture album.

At this moment, Ye Fan opened the Shadow God Map, which only contained two pages of picture albums.

The first page is [Turtle General]

[The mysterious void responds, the tortoise and the snake merge into one. The calamity ends and the calamity begins, the demonic spirits are slain.]

[The frozen earth and sky are in harmony with nature. With our hearts broken, it is better to die than to live.]

[Little Western Paradise, above the Sea of Bitterness.]

Huang Mei was not afraid at all. He used a mace, which was strong but short, to fight with the two generals.

After countless rounds, the Turtle General finally gave in. The last thing he saw was a sky full of frosty cold blades, leaving the Snake General nowhere to hide. He was chopped into several pieces on the shore...

Ye Fan looked at the anecdotes in the Shadow God Picture and lamented that it was difficult to subdue one's nature. The two generals, the turtle and the snake, also suffered a disaster.

Turning the page again, I saw another character, who was none other than Zhu Bajie.

He was just wondering, if this Shadow God Map could collect past experiences, how could it reflect Zhu Bajie?
Did this group of people meet Bajie?
As they were heading towards the City God Temple, Ye Fan suddenly popped his skinny head out. Tang Xuanzang asked curiously, "Am I in this Shadow God Picture?"

"No."

Ye Fan handed it over, and Tang Xuanzang waved his hand: "What I hate most is reading. If you have time, tell me the story inside."

Ye Fan was also idle while telling Xuanzang the story. Tang Monk asked, "Bajie?"

Before he recalled, Sun Wukong pointed at the void and blew up Huangmei's golden cymbal. Could it be that Bajie's figure was inside?

"Oh, never mind." Tang Xuanzang looked at Ye Fan with a smile: "Donor Ye, I see that you haven't yet achieved immortality, so I'll tell you a secret."

"If you eat my flesh, you will be immortal."

Ye Fan's eyes widened as he looked at Tang Xuanzang's harmless face:
"How many people have you told this to?"

Tang Xuanzang blinked, revealing his white and tender arms: "Hehe~"

"Although this body is a bit old, this part is still quite young."

"I see you're a good person, want a bite?"

Ye Fan looked at the Tang Monk's meat near his mouth, then at the smile on Xuanzang's lips, and his whole body was numb. "Don't listen to this little bald donkey. He's a fisherman. He was the most talkative during the Journey to the West, telling everyone that eating his own flesh would make them immortal."

"In the end, anyone who wanted to eat him was beaten to death by him with one punch."

Sun Wukong slowly gave Ye Fan some advice. When Ye Fan heard this, he was surprised to learn that such a harmless monk could be so sinister.

I learned it in secret.

"Master, I am a human being. How can I eat humans?"

Tang Xuanzang disagreed: "Talents want to eat people."

"Ah?" Ye Fan didn't understand what Tang Xuanzang meant. Tang Xuanzang retracted his arm and looked at the scene in the city, which was peaceful.

Every household worshipped the gods, the aroma of incense rising high, drowning out the hustle and bustle of the world. The sounds of old women chanting scriptures, old men bowing and praying, people in the market worshipping the God of Wealth, and the sounds of temples and Taoist temples were endless.

"See with the Dharma Eye."

Tang Xuanzang said silently to Ye Fan: "Although what we see may not be true, at least we can see part of it clearly."

Ye Fan's sea of suffering surged, and a wisp of cool feeling was drawn out, entering his eyes, allowing him to see through the prosperity here.

Sound, color, and thought, the three laws are combined into one. Believers chant scriptures all day long. Their essence, energy, and thought power are all drawn into the magic circle above with each prayer. The thick white faith confuses the essence of life.

One sniff will refresh your mind, two sniffs will make you never tired, and three sniffs will make you feel like a fairy flying and eternal.

Ye Fan's consciousness was watching the mental power, and seemed to be engulfed by it. His mind was full of scriptures that were constantly being chanted. His golden sea of suffering shook, dispelling these evil scriptures, and then he came to his senses.

He panted, "These scriptures will cause people to fall into endless bliss. The more they recite, the more obsessed they become, and eventually they will become slaves to the scriptures, devoting their entire energy and spirit to them."

Sun Wukong nodded: "This is the Buddhist method of salvation here."

"The foundation of Buddhism here has degenerated. I originally wanted to invite Maitreya Buddha to preach, but this little Maitreya is too cautious. He should only be a future Buddha."

"From now on, this Great Leiyin Temple depends on you, Xuanzang."

Tang Xuanzang said modestly, "No, no, the Great Leiyin Temple still has to be managed by the Fighting Ancient Buddha. Being a modern Buddha is enough for me."

Xuanzang was delighted, imagining himself standing before the Tathagata, like a high monk with his hands behind his back, sneering, "Tathagata, do you want to go by yourself, or do you want me to send you off?"

The Tathagata could only sit in Nirvana helplessly, leaving himself sitting on the lotus platform.

Wukong and others have arrived at the City God Temple, and the Taoist priest is talking about blessings with the people.

The Taoist priest was speaking about the blessings of the gods from a high place, and the people below responded enthusiastically.

On the high platform, there is a cauldron gathering fire. Under the Taoist's performance, countless elixirs, mixed with faith, incense, and the essence in the gourd, are refined together in the cauldron.

When the elixir was about to be formed, the Taoist counted on his fingers and said: "The five elements are not right. The metal man has met the wood woman. This furnace elixir still needs Huang Po to mix it."

The elixir in this cauldron is made by the interaction of the five elements, and requires a bitter earth-related medicine to be blended before it can be refined.

He looked at everyone. Isn’t the most bitter medicinal herb in the world right in front of him?
The Taoist laughed and said, "The elixir is already formed in the cauldron. Someone needs to enter the cauldron and take the elixir before the corpse can be transformed into an immortal."

"Who among you wants to become an immortal?"

The people in the audience suddenly became frantic: "Me, me, me!"

"Master Chidu, please have mercy on us and help us find liberation."

Looking around, Chiduzi saw that each of these people was more miserable than the other, but their eyes were brighter than the other. They all wanted to rush into the alchemy furnace and eat the elixir that would make them immortal.

At this time, Tang Xuanzang rolled up his sleeves and stood up: "Master, do you think I can do it?"

A monk?
Looking the monk up and down, Chiduzi saw that he looked old and had not much time left.

There was a smell of an old thing about to die.

"You can not."

This monk is very good as firewood to burn under the cauldron, but he is not qualified to be used as a medicine inducer.

Tang Xuanzang sighed, "Master, am I really not capable of this?"

Chiduzi shook his head: "Monk, you don't have the fate of being an immortal. You should just read your Buddhist scriptures."

Chi Fuzi was about to look for a suitable medicine again when he glanced at Ye Fan and was dazzled by the holy body's energy and blood.

Say "good" three times in a row:
"Well, well, well, you have a face that is hated by heaven and evil. I'm sure you've had an extremely hard life."

"That man, I will save your life and help you ascend to heaven."

"I?"

Ye Fan, who drives a Mercedes-Benz after graduation and lives in a courtyard house in Beijing, was also stunned when he heard this.

Having a hard life?
The only bitter part of my body is the sea of bitterness in my stomach.

(End of this chapter)