Journey To The West: Cultural Invasion Beginning With Comics

"In the thirteenth year of Zhenguan's thirteenth year of the seventh lunar month, from Chang'an out of the west gate, the clouds are scattered and the sun is bright, and a blue sky is like a daisy. I don't have time for breakfast, I travel fifteen miles to the Xihuang Mountain, cross the small bridge by the pool, and cross the three ridges... "

Xuanzang tried his best to recall the bits and pieces he experienced on the road, and turned them into words and recorded them on this post.

Just from Chang'an City to the Tang Dynasty border, he has encountered more than ten difficulties and obstacles, and each time he has a deep memory.

He recorded these things in detail, adding some of his own feelings at that time from time to time.

The speed of typing on the mobile phone is very slow, but Xuanzang does not feel bored at all. This type of text entry is a very novel experience for him.

He wrote these travel notes just to leave a thought for the future, and he didn't care about whether anyone read it or not.

But what surprised Xuanzang was that when he sorted out the experience of the past few days and sent it out.

Below the post, there were a dozen or so replies in total.

"From the description of the landlord, it should be written around the Wushan Mountains in Sanqiu County. I remember that it was very difficult to walk along the road. Master is also carrying a white horse, which is really not easy!

"It's really hard to walk around the foggy mountain, but I remember that there is a small road to the east that leads directly to the back of the mountain! 99

"I don't understand the purpose of this eminent monk's trip for the time being. Do you want to travel across the borders of the Tang Dynasty?"

"Upstairs is stupid or not, the second paragraph of the landlord's 453 has clearly stated that he is going to the Great Temple of Thundering Sounds in Xitian to seek the truth!

"Oh, I remembered, didn't Emperor Tang just bid farewell to a westbound mage a few days ago? Could it be the landlord?

Xuanzang stared blankly at the dozen or so replies below.

In such a short time, so many people came to watch? And they all enthusiastically gave him advice.

This kind of straightforward record, even he himself felt bored and tight, did not expect to attract so many people's attention. But when he tried his best to preach the Buddhist scriptures, how come no one came?

Is this the power of cell phones?

Xuanzang suddenly remembered what Mu You had said to him before: "As long as you hold this thing, your audience will be thousands of times larger than the original..."

Xuanzang was going to rest when he finished writing, but after reading these comments from readers, especially the remarks that several of them urged him to update, he suddenly had the motivation to continue writing.

Xuanzang chose to continue writing. He always felt that if he didn't write, he would be sorry for the few readers who urged him to update.

"Cold and rustling rain (ccbc), the forest wind, the sound of gurgling streams is pouring into the water. The poor monk walks on the road, trembling and restless, and the white horse is timid and unable to lift its hoofs.

After walking for half a day, there was still no one in the village. One was hungry, and the other was dangerous. At the critical moment, I saw two fierce tigers roaring out in front, and several long snakes coiling in the back.

There are poisonous insects on the left and monsters on the right. The horse even fell to the ground with soft waist and bent hooves, unable to beat it and unable to hold it. It was really sad and helpless.

Just when he was about to die, he saw poisonous insects running ahead, monsters flying away, and the poor monk looked up and saw a strong man with a steel fork in his hand, a bow and arrow hanging from his waist, and turning out from the hillside..."

When I wrote that today I met a tiger at the foot of the mountain, and was finally rescued by a hunter in the mountain, and brought him up the mountain to provide him with food and accommodation, the story became exciting.

After writing this post, Xuanzang was surprised to find that the number of replies below has reached more than 100!

The number of clicks on the post is more than ten times more than just now.

"It's interesting! That hunter is very good at fighting two tigers by himself, and he can scare off two big insects with just his momentum! 35

"I didn't expect that there are such masters hidden in my Tang border!"

"Actually, it's quite normal. For hunters who live in the mountains all the year round, fighting big bugs is just like playing! If you don't have some skills, you can't survive in the mountains.

"This hunter has a good heart, as soon as he hears that he is a monk from the Tang Dynasty, he warmly welcomes him, and the people in the mountains and villages are simple and honest!

"It looks good, the landlord will continue to update it! What happened after that?"

Xuanzang read the replies below one by one, and replied carefully and sequentially to those who asked for follow-up details or gave suggestions.

These readers can read his travel notes and read them so seriously. He feels that if he does not answer other people's questions seriously, it is a kind of disrespect to others.

After Xuanzang finished answering all the readers' questions, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up at the sky, only to realize that it was late at night, and he was shocked.

I have to leave early tomorrow, so I have to rest.

Xuanzang found that this phone really had some poisonous properties. He only used it for one night, and he felt like he couldn't put it down.

Chang'an City, Jieyou Bookstore, in the study room on the second floor.

In the middle of the night, drawings of Inuyasha and Dragon Ball were stacked on Mu You's desk, but he was swiping his mobile phone in his hand.

Just now, he accidentally discovered the travel post on the forum,

Just by seeing the ID of 'Datang Su Jingren', Mu You knew that this post was written by Xuanzang.

He didn't expect that the mobile phone he sent out would be returned so quickly.

Although Xuanzang didn't start the live broadcast as he intended, he took the initiative to start a series of stories about the westbound trip.

This idea is very good. Judging from the feedback from many readers below, they are basically looking forward to the next story.

If this trend continues, maybe this Journey to the West can really become the first online novel in the Tang Dynasty.

Mu You set up the refinement for this post, and then gave a suggestion in the post.

"The landlord can try to describe the vernacular, which is more conducive to readers' reading." Reply person: Little confused fairy.

In the blink of an eye he received a reply.

"Thank you for the reminder of the donor, the poor monk will pay attention to it tomorrow! Reply to: The Tang Dynasty scholar.

Mu You smiled and was about to continue chatting with Xuanzang.

The news in the group suddenly flashed.

Evil Dragon Roar: @小 confused fairy, stinky boss, did you steal something from me?

The third master of the Du family: Tsk tsk, what's the matter with you, the shopkeeper, the little girl steals everything?

Luo Yufeifei: Haha, the shopkeeper also has his cravings sometimes!

Little confused fairy: ??

Little confused fairy: I stole your food? When did it happen?

Evil Dragon Roar: Then why is the sugar-candied haws I bought in the afternoon gone?

Little Confused Immortal: How do I know, I don't like to eat sugar-coated haws, it's sour!

The dragon roared: Then who ate it? Such a big string of candied haws cannot disappear out of thin air, right?