90,000 Years of Longevity

In the Ming Dynasty, in a primary school.

A teenager in a white shirt sat at a wooden table, drinking with one hand and flipping through a book with the other.

Next to the teenager, sat a boy in a rag.

The boy was very active, with a smart appearance, blinking his eyes, and while sitting next to the teenager, he kept asking the teenager some questions.

"Sir, was there really such a person as Monkey King?" The boy asked with a look of expectation, dragging his chin with both hands.

The young man took a sip of wine, his eyes were light, and he replied softly, "Yes, it was still in the age of mythology, but he was not a human being, but a stone with intelligence as it gave birth to him afterward."

"But, how can stones give birth to people? Yesterday, after listening to sir, I went home and asked my parents. They told me that they picked me from the river, right, they picked me up when they were washing clothes. "The boy's expression was very serious.

"That is not an ordinary stone, but a spiritual stone that fell when the world was opened up." The young man replied.

The boy thought a little, and then he smiled, "Sigh, since I came from the river, then I must be the dragon king."

The young man said nothing, his indifferent gaze was still on the book.

In the room, the boy's voice kept coming.

"Sir, in the age of mythology, was there really anyone who looked like a pig's head? That would be ugly."

"There was."

"There were also monsters? They were all bad, right? Were all of them cannibals?"

"Good and bad are just different perspectives. People eat meat, and most people think that it is reasonable that those animals should be food by nature. In the age of mythology, demons eat people for survival, and from a monster's point of view, it's reasonable." The young man gently turned the book in his hand as his voice came slowly.

After listening, the boy shook his head again and again, "Anyway, my parents told me that as long as it is an animal that hurts people, it must be very bad."

The young man's complexion was indifferent and silent.

After all, the state of mind and experience were so different that the little boy would not necessarily understand even if he said it.

In the school, the boy's voice continued.

"Sir, I want that Monkey King to become a hero."

"En."

"Sir, I think what you said is wrong. I came from the water, and Monkey King came out of the stone. He must look different from us, so I think he should look like a monkey."

"En."

"I've seen monkeys. They are greedy and like dancing sticks! Why not let them fight monsters?"

Time was hurried, years passed by.

The structure of that school was not very strong after all. Under a heavy rain, it was washed down and the walls broke.

Those students who originally studied knowledge here had turned to other places...

The boy gradually grew up.

The young gentleman who liked to read while tasting wine had long disappeared.

And the boy who grew up would return to his place one day.

Seeing the collapsing school, he realized something and recalled the stories he had heard in his childhood, so he picked up a brush, connected those stories together, polished them up, added some of his own thoughts, and passed them on to the world.

...

Hebei Province!

In front of the old bookstore next to Peking University, the passing students and pedestrians remained the same, no one entered.

Inside the store, it had long been renewed, and the air was filled with a faint smell of books.

Every item, while being brand new, also carried a sense of history.

Ye Bei sat in front of the table with a calm face.

His hands were placed on the table casually.

In front of him, there was a brand new book, and as Ye Bei browsed, the number of pages of the book automatically turned over.

"This little guy really knew how to bullshit." After reading the first volume, Ye Bei shook his head slightly. The Monkey King was crushed by the Tathagata Buddha under the Five Finger Mountain, and the history was changed to the Tang Dynasty.

"Fighting with heaven, fighting with people, fighting with monsters, it's kind of interesting..." When he saw the true and false Monkey King, Ye Bei's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of interest on his face.

"The stone written by this little guy is a bit capable, but sigh, the era of mythology back then was too far away from the records in this book. It was an era where everyone longed for longevity, everyone was selfish, and everything was ants." After a long time, after reading a book, Ye Bei whispered to himself.

On the table, the book finally closed automatically...

On the cover, three prominent characters "Journey to the West" was written.

The author's name was: Wu Cheng'en.

After a brief glance, the book slowly floated up and flew towards the bookshelf.

Before the table, Ye Bei got up.

With his hands on his back, he walked toward the door of the bookstore.

Outside the bookstore, the passersby were still there.

There were also a lot of people who were surprised.

Creak!

When Ye Bei walked over, the wooden door creaked.

Afterward, half of the doors were opened.

A ray of sunlight spilled in and constantly refracted, finally illuminating the entire bookstore.

Ye Bei stood at the door, his indifferent gaze looked at the scenery in front of him without emotion.

In front of the bookstore was a wide road with vehicles and pedestrians passing by from time to time.

Vehicles were rushing and pedestrians were slow as they let this landscape always be different.

When his line of sight continued to move forward, he saw that there were magnificent buildings. Those buildings were tens of meters away, and the outermost layer was covered with a layer of smooth glass, blocking all the scenery farther away.

Ye Bei looked at it for a long time.

During this time, many pedestrians cast their eyes on him.

Perhaps it was because of standing too long, Ye Bei flicked his clothes, and a wooden chair that looked quite old appeared below.

Ye Bei sat down gracefully and placed the hand behind him lightly on his knees.

When he sat down completely, a white cloth was quietly placed in front of the bookstore's gate.

On the white cloth, there were still those seven words: knowing the past life, knowing the future.

When the white cloth was placed in front of the door, many pedestrians who passed by in a hurry started to stop.

"Isn't this a bookstore? But looking at this sign, is it fortune-telling?" One of the student-like teenagers stopped and said with puzzle look when he saw the white cloth. Then he looked up and looked at Ye Bei and found that Ye Bei only looked seventeen or eighteen, his body was taken aback for a while, and then he was happy, "Hey, I say, this classmate, are you a part-time student? You open a bookstore and work part-time fortune-telling at the same time?"

Ye Bei still sat on the chair, his eyes faint and did not answer.

When the teenager saw this, he became even more interested.

With one step forward, he squatted in front of the white cloth.

"Um, classmate, do you really know how to tell a fortune? Why don't you do it for me first? His voice was somewhat teasing.

When the boy squatted down, the pedestrians who stopped nearby gathered to watch, all with the mentality of watching the excitement.