Journey To The West: Cultural Invasion Beginning With Comics

Just after the post was sent, it immediately caused a sensation in the forum.

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"What the hell?"

"Is there really a luminous cuisine?

"The shopkeeper, what are you doing~ Mingtang?"

"Restore the dishes of the little masters? What a big mouth-breath!"

"That's right, it's clearly a fantasy cooking, how dare you-what to restore? 35

Several royal chefs looked at the remarks on the Internet, and they were all laughing like crazy. They were still young, and they couldn't take it anymore.

Exactly, tomorrow afternoon, we must humiliate this young man who knows nothing about the sky and earth in public to save their face as royal chefs.

Time flies, and the next day arrives.

From noon, the people in Chang'an City began to be restless.

Today, the news that Tianxianglou is going to restore the dishes of the small masters, under the intervention of people with a heart, spread like wildfire, and spread all over the streets and alleys of the city overnight.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, the streets of Chang'an City were empty, and countless people left their homes and flocked to the street where Tianxiang Tower is located.

Before the time came, there was already a sea of ​​people in front of Tianxiang Tower, and the government had to send a large number of government soldiers to maintain order.

At the moment in Huasheng Temple, Xuanzang stared blankly at the empty square in front of him, speechless.

A few days ago, although no passers-by listened to his preaching, there were still monks from this monastery.

But today, there are actually no monks.

The entire stand was empty, and in the huge Huasheng Temple, there were only him and his young apprentice Bian Ji. How miserable can this scene be described.

"Master, are we... going to continue?"

The little novice looked at the empty square below and couldn't help looking at Xuanzang, and asked carefully.

Xuanzang let out a long sigh, ignored him, closed his eyes, and recited in his mouth: "Take the three dharmas as the rule, take the enlightened dharma as the way, open and become famous, change and expand...

However, Xuanzang couldn't help but open his eyes after just two sentences.

Looking at the depressing scene in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh, with deep helplessness on his face.

"The Buddha said: If you want to sigh widely, the wise should know it. No one is no one, no matter how sincere my heart is, I regard everything in front of me as false, and no matter how many Buddhist scriptures I recite, I am just deceiving myself and others...

"Master?" The little novice looked at Xuanzang strangely, why did he speak the scriptures well, and suddenly he started talking to himself?

"Bianji, I ask you, do you want to go to the Xianglou gathering that day, just like them?" Xuanzang suddenly turned his head and asked the little novice.

"Ah? Master, brother, disciple..." The little monk opened his mouth, his face suddenly embarrassed, he hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

"be honest!

"Yes... The disciple wants to go, but Master's lectures are more important, so the disciple cannot go and must accompany Master here!" The little monk said respectfully.

"..."

Xuanzang smiled bitterly, even his disciples didn't care about the Buddha, so what if what he said was hysterical? After all, it was nothing.

Shaking his head, Xuanzang got up from the Meditation Mat, picked up the Zen stick beside him, and strode out.

"Master?" The little monk looked at Xuanzang in surprise.

"Dianji, you should lead the way and take your teacher to the Xianglou that day for a view! 35 Xuanzang's voice came faintly.

"what?

The little monk was startled, unable to believe his ears.

When I came back to my senses, I was overjoyed.

"Yes, Master! I'll take you there, the Tianxianglou disciples are familiar! 39

Not long after Xuanzang master and apprentice left Huasheng Temple.

In front of the temple, two monks, one big and one small, appeared here.

It is Guanyin and Muzha in previous incarnations.

"Bodhisattva, even Jin Chan'zi doesn't want to teach the scriptures, what should we do?

Seeing Xuanzang and the two leaving, Muzha asked Guanyin anxiously.

Guanyin also frowned, and his mind was full of thoughts.

For a moment, he sighed, his expression a little helpless.

Before, she also said that the journey to the west must be done step by step, and one step cannot be omitted. As a result, the first step of this journey to the west was disrupted by someone right in front of her eyes.

It is not difficult to persuade Xuanzang to go westward. After all, Xuanzang still has a firm heart towards Buddha at this time.

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I'm afraid I'm afraid, one step is wrong, one step is wrong... The final result of this learning has become unpredictable from this moment.

In the past few days, Guanyin has been staying in that teahouse, occupying the teahouse owner's mobile phone for a long time every day, making the teahouse owner resentful, but he can't say anything.

After several days of observation, she finally fully understood how to use the phone.

Because of this, she was more aware of what a terrible thing this thing was!

Don't look at this thing is only circulating in the human world, the number of people who use it is only tens of thousands, it seems that it is not a climate, but the horror of this thing is in its dissemination.

Now this mobile phone is only circulated in Chang'an City, but she can foresee that it can connect thousands of living beings in the world, such a convenient thing, during the holidays, it will spread throughout Three Realms for nine days.

Guanyin can't imagine that one day in the future, all gods and Buddhas will start to use mobile phones, whether they are mortals, monsters, or immortals and Buddhas, all of them will enter the virtual world of mobile phones.

In this world, everyone is equal. Immortals and mortals, big demons and little devils, and thousands of creatures in the world have no gaps in their status. In this world, mortals can insult the emperor, and ghosts can disdain angels. Get together and speak up.

If it's just this level, it's not a big deal, and even for their Buddhism, it's a good thing, because the dissemination of their teachings is more convenient.

But terror is terror, this world has a master!

In the world created by mobile phones, the young man in the worry-free bookstore is the only true god in this world.

At that time, the quality and survival of their Buddhism, and even the major sects in the world, will all be in the mind of that person.

Whenever he thinks of this, Guanyin feels a sense of horror from the bottom of his heart.

Faced with such an existence with infinite potential, there are actually only two options.

One is to start as soon as possible to kill it in the cradle.

The second is to win over immediately, before other forces, to build a good relationship with them and strive for the greatest benefits.

So, which one should she choose? Ding.