Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

The first year of Zhenguan, Daqian Books.

“Jiang Hao, look at what you wrote, Immortal Demon! Demon Buddha! How can I write about such existence? ”

“Take it back! Get it back! Take it back! ”

An old man with a figure-eight beard pushed the manuscript in his hand away with a frightened face, and he was so frightened that he didn’t even dare to look at the thing again.

In front of the old man, a young man stood tall, his black hair was like a waterfall, his sword eyebrows were in his sideburns, although he was wearing a costume cloth, he still could not hide the heroism in his bones.

This boy is proud of his body!

“Hehe, you said that I was lazy these days, and now I took out the manuscript, but you didn’t dare to read it!”

“Are you trying to laugh at me to death!”

Jiang Hao let out a sneer, looking at the old man’s eyes full of ridicule and disdain.

“Take it, take it!” The old man roared, his facial features distorted, and the whole person was almost shrunk into a ball.

Jiang Hao smiled coldly, and without saying much, he walked up and took the manuscript back in his hand.

It was a very ordinary manuscript, with few thin pages and not many words, only a title, and a brief introduction, and the text was soaked in blood, and the content was completely unreadable.

Book Title: Buddha is the Tao!

Introduction: Heaven’s way is impermanent, heaven’s way is ruthless, inclusive of all things, and free from it. There is no good and no evil, nothing is nothing, no grace and no grudge, no joy and no sorrow. The immortal path is the Tao, the demonic path is the Dao, the demon path is the Dao, and the Buddha is the Dao. Lying high in the nine clouds, the futon was Daozhen. Outside the Xuanhuang of heaven and earth, I should be in charge of the Venerable. Pangu Sheng Tai Chi, two yi and four elephants. One preaches three friends, and two teachings are truncated. The leader of Xuanmen Capital, one qi and three clearing.

“Phew~~~”

Seeing the manuscript far away, the old man couldn’t help but exhale violently, the whole person was like a drowning survivor, breathing oxygen again, it was good to be alive.

It took half a column of incense for this old man to slow down, and at this time, he looked at Jiang Hao’s gaze, there were doubts and fears, but more admiration and admiration.

“You… You…… You really don’t know if you’re alive or dead! Immortals, demons, demons, Buddhas, how can I and other mortals comment wantonly? What’s more, who else is involved! ”

The old man turned around and turned his back to Jiang Hao, he was palpitating, and he definitely did not dare to look at the manuscript squarely, he continued: “You just wrote a beginning, so you hurt the literary courage, and you who have damaged your foundation, I am afraid that the child’s literary position will be unstable.” ”

“My business, why do I need you to make noise! Do you accept this manuscript or not! Jiang Hao waved the manuscript in his hand and said indifferently.

The old man secretly glanced sideways, and immediately retracted it, stammering: “I, I, I dare not accept it, no, this manuscript does not even have the main text, it is completely unqualified!” ”

“That’s right, a manuscript that doesn’t even have the main text, I am fully qualified to refuse!”

The old man blushed shyly, as if he was feeling ashamed of his reasons.

“Huh!”

Jiang Hao laughed again, and without saying much, he took the manuscript in his hand and left.

“Wait!”

The old man suddenly stopped Jiang Hao again, and opened his mouth to remind: “There are only half a day left, the deadline for submission is over, you are now hurt the literary courage, the literary position is turbulent, how can you write a good work?” ”

“If it is not a masterpiece, my son-in-law does not want it, then the agreement at that time can be annulled!”

When Jiang Hao heard this, he paused in his steps, and said without looking back: “Half a day is enough, go back and tell your master, and ask him to prepare the money!” ”

With that, Jiang Hao strode away.

Jiang Hao is not a person in this world, he was born on the earth, but an authentic post-90s, as for the reason for crossing, he also has a little eyebrow in his heart.

“It may have something to do with that Journey to the West fanbook I wrote!” Jiang Hao secretly guessed in his heart.

That’s right, Jiang Hao is a writer and is particularly good at fanfiction, and the latest book is a Journey to the West genre fanfiction.

Perhaps, it was because Jiang Hao wrote the protagonist too much, or maybe it was because he wrote those villains too mentally retarded and annoyed a mysterious existence, so Jiang Hao crossed over.

This is the Year of Zhenguan, the Great Tang Dynasty, and at the same time a journey to the west!

“In this world with immortals, demons, Buddhas, and demons, there is not enough strength, I am afraid that I can’t even control my own life!”

“But fortunately, this is a mythical world, people can cultivate into immortals, or incense can become gods, in the same way, the most holy way of literature, it is also possible!”

Jiang Hao returned to his shabby thatched house, spread out the expensive rice paper, and then held a pen in contemplation.

“It took me five years to develop a literary temperament and pass the children’s examination, but because I lacked money and couldn’t clear the door, I couldn’t participate in the next scientific examination.”

“This evil family clan!”

Jiang Hao’s teeth itched with hatred, and the hand holding the pen was straight.

Jiang Hao is a black household, although the hard work in the past few years has allowed him to get a Tang household registration by luck, but he can’t tell the origin, causing him to run into obstacles everywhere in his studies, and even no student dares to guarantee him to participate in the scientific examination.

In desperation, Jiang Hao had to pick up the old book again and make an appointment with Daqian Books, hoping to make a sum of money to dredge the door and maintain his life later.

You know, in this era, paper alone is worth more than meat, and ordinary people can’t afford to read books!

“Fantasy, fairy, can’t write! “Buddha is the Way” is a warning, but I didn’t expect that just copying the beginning (modified version) would make me vomit blood three times, and my guts were damaged! ”

“To fit the ancient times, but also to consider the audience, then you can only write martial arts, but which one to copy?”

Jiang Hao fell into deep thought, he never thought that copying books could make people vomit blood, but this also shows that these books in later generations are worthy of the name of God.

If he wrote it himself, it would not be useful at all, and the classic masterpieces of the previous life, just copying and reading, can greatly increase the humanistic atmosphere!

Of course, if it is used improperly, it can also make people vomit three liters of blood, or even one life.

This can be seen from Old Man Kong’s fearful behavior.

“Too classic to take out, it’s simply a waste, not good or bad, that’s it!”

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Hao finally made a decision, he poured the tip of the pen with a literary tone, and then wrote five big characters on the rice paper.

Lu – Xiao – Phoenix – Chuan – Qi!