Journey to the West: Cultural Invasion Starting from Comics

As soon as the post was sent, it immediately caused a sensation in the forum.

“？？"

"What the hell?"

"Is there really a glowing cuisine?"

"Shopkeeper, what kind of fame are you trying to do?"

"Restore the little master dish?

"It's just that it's clearly a fantasy cooking, and you dare to say anything about restoration?"

......

Several imperial chefs looked at the remarks on the Internet, and they were almost crazy with laughter, they were still young, and they couldn't stand being provoked like this, so they actually sent them to the door themselves.

It just so happens that tomorrow afternoon, I must humiliate this young man who doesn't know the height of the sky in public and save their face as an imperial chef.

Time flashed, and the next day arrived.

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

Today, the news that Tianxianglou wants to restore the dishes of the little master, with the intervention of someone with a heart, spread all over the streets and alleys of the city overnight.

At half past two in the afternoon, thousands of people in Chang'an City were empty, and countless people left their homes and flocked to the street where Tianxianglou was 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.

And at this moment in the Huasheng Temple, Xuanzang looked at the empty square in front of him in a daze, speechless and choked.

A few days ago, although no pedestrians listened to his preaching, there were still monks from this temple.

But today, there are no monks.

The entire grandstand was empty, and in the huge Huasheng Temple, there were only two people, he and the little apprentice, how could this scene be described.

"Master, we... Do you want to continue?"

Xiao Shami looked at the empty square below, couldn't help but look at Xuanzang, and asked cautiously.

Xuanzang sighed, ignored him, closed his eyes directly, and recited in his mouth: "Take the three laws as the system, take the law of consciousness as the way, open and be famous, change and spread..."

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

Looking at the depressed scene in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh, and a deep helplessness appeared 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 a vain, and no matter how many Buddhist scriptures I recite, I am just deceiving myself..."

"Master?" Xiao Shami looked at Xuanzang a little strangely, how could he talk about the scriptures so well, and suddenly he started talking to himself?

"Debater, let me ask you, do you want to go to the meeting in the Xianglou that day like them?" Xuanzang suddenly turned his head and looked at Xiao Shami and asked.

"Master, brother, disciple..." The little monk opened his mouth, his face suddenly became embarrassed, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Tell the truth!"

"It's... The disciple wants to go, but the master's lecture is more important, so the disciple can't go, and must accompany the master here!" the little monk said respectfully.

"I see..."

Xuanzang smiled bitterly, even his disciples were not in the Buddha's heart, even if what he said was out of the blue?

Shaking his head, Xuanzang got up from the futon, picked up the Zen staff on the side, and strode out.

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

"Debate, you lead the way, and take the teacher to Tianxianglou to have a look!" Xuanzang's voice came faintly.

"Huh?"

The little monk was stunned for a moment, unable to believe his ears.

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

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

......

Not long after Xuanzang's master and apprentice left the Huasheng Temple.

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

It is Guanyin and Muzha, who were incarnated before.

"Bodhisattva, I don't even want to preach the scriptures anymore, what should we do?"

Looking at the backs of Xuanzang and the two leaving, Muzha couldn't help but look at Guanyin a little anxiously and asked.

Guanyin also frowned, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.

After a while, he sighed, and his expression was a little helpless.

Before she said that the Journey to the West should be done step by step, and a step could not be omitted, but as a result, the first step of the Journey to the West was disrupted by people under their noses.

It is not difficult to persuade Xuanzang to go west, after all, Xuanzang still has a firm heart to the Buddha at this time.

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

In the past few days, Guanyin has been residing in that teahouse, occupying the teahouse owner's mobile phone for a long time every day, causing the teahouse owner to be angry, but it is difficult to say anything.

And after a few days of observation, she finally completely figured out the use of the mobile phone.

Because of this, she knew better what a terrible thing this thing was!

Don't look at the fact that this thing is still only circulating in the human world, and there are only tens of thousands of people who use it, it seems to be unsuccessful, but the horror of this thing lies in its spreadability.

Now this mobile phone is only circulating in Chang'an City, but she can foresee that it can connect thousands of living beings in the world, and such a convenient thing will spread throughout the Three Realms and Nine Heavens on holidays.

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

In this world, everyone is equal, gods and mortals, big demons and small ghosts, thousands of living beings in the world, there is no longer a gap in status, here mortals can also insult the emperor, ghosts and immortals can also disdain the immortals, everyone gathered together, speak freely.

If it's just to this extent, it's nothing, and it's even a good thing for them to Buddhism, because it's easier for their teachings to spread.

But the horror is the horror, and this world has a master!

In the world created by mobile phones, the young man in the Anxiety Relief Book House is the only true god in this world.

At that time, the goodness and survival of their Buddhism, and even the major sects in the world, will all be in that person's thoughts.

Whenever I think of this, I feel a sense of horror from the bottom of my heart.

In the face of such an existence with infinite potential, there are actually only two options.

The first is to start as soon as possible and strangle it in the cradle.

The second is to immediately win over other forces, to get ahead of other forces, to build good relations with them one step ahead, and to strive for the greatest benefits.

So, which one should she choose?