Sundering Nature Chapter 101: The Eastern Tribulation
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Chapter One Hundred and One: The Eastern Tribulation
In a barbecue stall on a city street, two sloppy men are sitting opposite each other, with a worn-out woven bag on one foot, and thick waste cardboard under the other. Two men with dark complexions but full of smiles, in the noisy street of the night market, smashed cheap skewers, drank inferior beer, yelled and bragged vigorously.
The man with his feet on the waste cardboard was obviously drunk, talking and curling up, and while talking, he slapped the opposite guy on the shoulder. The sound of bangs drew the attention of the owner of the barbecue stall several times. What a grudge? So cruel?
"I said, brother, did you say that my nephew was stupid? A good manager didn’t do it. He had to go for a civil service exam. Isn’t it yellow now? The manager is gone, and the civil servant hasn’t passed the exam all day long. At home, it's so wacky, I'm upset when I look at it."
"Hehe..." The man who was slapped by him didn't care about the strength of his shoulders at all, just smiled gently, listened quietly, and didn't forget to fill the empty glass of the opponent.
Suddenly, the pouring hand paused, and the man looked up suspiciously, staring at the North Star above his head, his eyes thinking.
"What's the matter? Brother?" The other man stepped on the waste cardboard and looked up, following the gaze of the drinker.
"It's nothing, there are so many people who don't give up." The man retracted his gaze, his pouring hand continued, but a mild wry smile appeared on his face.
"Isn’t it? Ask me to say, if my nephew can be his manager with peace of mind, I can be reduced to the point of picking up tatters? I was also a deputy captain of the security department before, and I was in charge of three. Personally! At that time, I was beautiful..." The man was drunk and dim, and fell to one side as he talked. If it weren't for the drinker's eyesight and his hands, he might fall into a big somersault.
"Boss, help calculate how much money." The man helped the drunk drinker with a brighter smile on his face.
"Seven and a half dollars, you can get seventy dollars." The boss glanced at the note on the table and said casually.
"Okay, thank you." The man took out two twenty twenty from his pocket and laid it flat on the table.
The boss glanced at the banknotes on the table, and stopped talking.
"What?" A gentle question appeared on the man's face.
"Drinking hurts the body, and drink less bar in the future." The boss looked at the woven bags and waste cardboard on the floor, and hesitated.
"I rarely drink alcohol. I met a job grabber today, so happy!" The man pointed to the drunk in his arms.
The boss was dumb and shook his head with a wry smile. He knew this drunkard. He was a standard drunkard. He had no money and was greedy. He was begging for alcohol all day long. Seeing that this man should not be rich in life, he cheated a drink for nothing.
The man hung the woven bag on his shoulder, holding the waste cardboard in one hand, and the drunk man in the other, and he staggered and disappeared into the street.
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Li Yiming put down the tablet in his hand and rubbed his dry and red eyes. Even with a third-order physique, he couldn't stand up to eleven days of sleeplessness.
Walking to the toilet and washing his face indiscriminately, Li Yiming walked to the balcony, hesitated, and kicked over the instant noodle buckets piled up on the ground.
Take out the half-pack of cigarettes stored for a long time from the portable space, Li Yiming took out a cigarette and took a bite, and then he took a sigh of it. The figure in the pants and the woven bag came to mind.
"You said, is this true?" Li Yiming asked dryly, his voice hoarse as he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"I don't know..." Xiao Baize's voice sounded in his mind, his tone melancholy and sad.
"East Journey", Fu Bo's first novel, is actually a refurbishment of a classic classic: "Journey to the West". The subject matter is old-fashioned, but the setting is unusually novel.
The story unfolds in the context of Journey to the West, but the plot is completely opposite, yes, the opposite.
The beginning of the story is that Tathagata sent four masters and apprentices to ride a white dragon with eight scriptures to teach in the Tang Dynasty. Encountered various demons on the road
(Unfinished in this chapter, please turn the page) The demons are obstructing, the ghosts are messing up, the four masters and apprentices are extraordinary. No harm to the world will be punished.
Bajie and Drifting were indignant, and their grievances could not be eliminated. In desperation, one hid in Gaolaozhuang, and the other got into Liusha River.
Only Wukong, insisting on justice, guarding the way, slaying demons and eliminating demons all the way to **** the master. As a result, demons, there are demons in the heavens, demons are the demons of the Buddha, and Wukong, who has always been steadfast in blessing the common people, hit the sore spots in the heavens. Stabbed the sore feet of all the immortals. Therefore, the Heavenly Court and the Buddha secretly reached an agreement to ensure that the Sanzang arrived in the eastern land safely, but the monkey must be eliminated.
After a conspiracy to encircle and suppress Wukong, Wukong was crushed and crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain. Bailong was seriously injured and fell into the sea of clouds.
And Sanzang, abandoned Wukong, went to Dongtu alone, delivered the scriptures, was named the imperial brother, enjoyed the glory of the world, and went to bed at the end of his life.
In this way, five hundred years later, Wukong escaped from the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, without saying a word, and with full of grief and anger, he killed the heaven and turned the heaven upside down by himself.
Heavenly Court helplessly, making Wukong the Great Sage of Qi Tian, temporarily delaying, secretly promised the Eight Precepts to transform him into a human form, sealed the marshal of Tianpeng, admired the sand monk's treasured glass cup, and sealed the scroll curtain. The condition is...Kill Goku...
The last and last...
Because of the brotherhood, Wukong was discouraged, seeking to solve the doubts of the Bodhi ancestor, and proclaimed himself a cultivation base. He threw the Ruyi golden hoop into the East China Sea and turned it into Dinghai Shenzhen.
I went back to Huaguo Mountain, accompanied by the monkeys and grandchildren, but died, and finally turned into an eternal stone on the top of Huaguo Mountain...
This is Fu Bo's "East Journey", a novel with twists and turns and a wonderfully conceived novel. But in the eyes of Li Yiming and Bai Ze, this novel is not just a novel, because they are protectors...
The description of the novel is unique, abandoning the unique ideas of mythological novels, but using a novel structure to narrate, and this novel structure allows Li Yiming to see the traces of the secret world and the protector.
"If this is true..." Li Yiming stood on the balcony, lit a cigarette again, but did not put it to his mouth, but stared at the faint cigarette butt. Li Yiming's mood is even more confused.
"I suddenly thought of a legend." Bai Ze's voice was more serious than ever. "The legend of Taoyuan has been popular among Taoist guardians in recent years, but if you have seen it, you can confirm that it is not a legend."
"What do you want to say?"
"In fact, similar legends existed a long time ago."
"It has something to do with this?" Li Yiming tossed his messy hair irritably, wondering what Bai Ze meant when he mentioned Taoyuan suddenly.
"Because of that legendary mystery, it's called: Huaguoshan."
"You mean..." Li Yiming's heart moved.
"The Taoyuan secret realm is real, and the Huaguoshan secret realm is very likely to be real too."
"If Huaguoshan is true, then this "East Journey"......"
"Now I finally know why Mr. Kong solemnly asked you to protect Fu Bo, able to write "The Eastern Tribulation", he..."
"I must see him right away." Li Yiming flipped through the date displayed on the phone. Eleven days had passed, and even too late to freshen up. Li Yiming grabbed a coat and rushed to the door.
Things backfired, and Li Yiming, anxious, didn't see Fu Bo because Fu Bo was not at home.
Two o'clock in the morning, where can this guy go? Immediately, Li Yiming thought of Fu Bo's powerful ability to seduce sisters, and smiled freely. It is really difficult for him to merge these two personalities together. He is sad and lonely, but unrestrained, weak in writing, but mysterious and unpredictable.
Li Yiming smiled helplessly and returned to the room, took a shower, and decided to go to Fu Bo again the next day. For 11 days in a row, Li Yiming has a real third-order physique.
(This chapter is not over, please turn the page) I can’t resist it a little bit.
Early the next morning, Li Yiming knocked on Fu Bo's door again, but found that there was still no one. Li Yiming originally thought that Fu Bo had not returned all night, but accidentally ran into the deliveryman who delivered fresh milk.
"Are you a friend of this family?" The deliveryman wore a red hat with a distinctive advertising trademark: Mengming Dairy.
"I live upstairs, you are delivering milk?" Li Yiming was surprised, but he didn't expect Fu Bo to have the habit of ordering fresh milk.
"Well, I want to ask if this store has been out of the country, and the milk hasn't moved for several days. Our company has regulations. If the customer is not at home, he only needs to say it in advance and miss the few days. The fee can be refunded, but the one that has been delivered can’t be refunded. I see his house hasn’t picked up milk for several days. It’s a pity that they are all regular customers.” The deliveryman opened the milk delivery box next to the door. Take out a full bottle of milk and put a new bottle in it.
"It's been a long time since he got milk?" Li Yiming was puzzled.
"It's been seven or eight days. It's a pity, I picked it up the next day and it broke." The deliveryman took out his portable notebook and checked the corresponding position.
"Have you had it before?"
"Occasionally for a day or two, but it has hardly been seen for so long. I have always sent this milk."
"I'll call back and ask, thank you." Li Yiming bid farewell to the delivery man, and took out the phone in confusion. After seven or eight days away from home, where did Fu Bo go?
The call is connected, but the call you dialed is turned off...
When I returned home with a frown, Li Yiming's phone rang, and the caller ID was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello? Hello, who?" Li Yiming answered the phone.
"Hello, is it Mr. Li?" A cordial female voice came on the other end of the phone, with a hint of excitement and excitement in her tone.
"I am, may I ask..." The voice sounded familiar, but Li Yiming couldn't remember hearing it again.
"Oh, great, I have contacted you. I am the salesperson of Joker Home Furnishing. You bought a set of home furnishings from our company before, but the deliveryman has not been able to contact you, so..."
"Oh, I went to a far door, I'm sorry." Li Yiming suddenly, he bought furniture with Fu Bo before, how many days have passed since it was originally delivered the next day, who knows My mobile phone has been thrown in the portable space, and there is no signal in that place.
"Will it be convenient for you now? We arranged for someone to bring it to you."
"Well, about what time will it arrive? I'll go out for breakfast later."
"Nine o'clock? Is it okay?"
"Okay, then I'll be waiting for you at home." Li Yiming glanced at the time, and it was more than an hour, enough for breakfast. He spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on the furniture before this time.
"By the way, Mr. Li, I would like to ask you something again. Is the Miss Ji who you are right to go out with you?"
"Miss Ji?" Li Yiming was taken aback for a while. The waiters are so gossiping now?
"It's the one who bought a sofa with you that day. I think the delivery address seems to be two pairs of doors, and sister Ji Xiao has never been able to contact us." The waiter heard Li Yiming's astonishment and explained quickly.
"She can't get in touch either?" Li Yiming's heart moved, as if thinking of something.
"Well, I think you were together that day, and you were neighbors again..."
"I'm not with her, but you will contact her again." Li Yiming told the truth, but the doubts in his heart gradually became thicker.
Hang up the phone, Li Yiming came to Ji Xiaoqin's door, hesitated for a while, rang the doorbell, as the waiter said, Ji Xiaoqin is not here...
Ji Xiaoqin also disappeared?
Li Yiming had no intention of eating breakfast, went back to the room, and wondered whether there was a connection between the disappearance of Fu Bo and Ji Xiaoqin at the same time.
(End of this chapter)
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