Chapter 29 Return to the Three-Star Cave of the Slanting Moon and Return to the Aolai Flower-Fruit Mountain

All the objects hidden in the shrines burst into brilliant golden light at this moment.

Then all of them gathered on the stone body in the arms of Mixian Mountain.

The stone body suddenly expanded and eventually wrapped up the rice noodle mountain.

When Mixianshan opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find that he was still fine and all the wounds on his body had healed.

“where is this place?”

Looking around, he remembered the scene in front of him. It was the wasteland where he was lying when he traveled through time, and the dilapidated temple was still next to it.

Mixianshan pushed open the temple door and entered again. It was still the same as before, except that there was a tattered cushion placed on the ground in the center of the temple.

Suddenly a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

“Sit on it.”

“Who is speaking!”

Mixianshan was a little skeptical, but he still did as he was told and sat cross-legged on the cushion.

In an instant, his soul seemed to leave his body and traveled to a mountain gate shrouded in clouds and mist.

Mixianshan scratched his head, obviously not understanding what was going on.

He walked forward and looked at the mountain gate in front of him.

There is only one couplet: Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Xieyue Sanxing Cave.

“The Three Stars Cave of the Slanting Moon…” Mixianshan muttered to himself, “Could this be the place where Sun Wukong practiced? Why did he bring me here?”

Before he finished speaking, the mountain gate opened and a young man dressed as a Taoist child came out and bowed.

“Please follow me, benefactor. The master wants to see you.”

Mixianshan followed the Taoist boy all the way. After taking just two or three steps, he saw the surrounding scenery changed again. He arrived at a Zen room again, and the Taoist boy disappeared.

In front of me is an old Taoist with a white beard.

Mixianshan looked at the person in front of him and asked, “Are you Bodhi Patriarch?”

The old Taoist said nothing, but took a ruler and hit Mixianshan on the head three times.

Mixianshan felt pain and quickly covered his head.

When he looked up again, the scenery in front of him changed again. He was standing at the gate of the mountain. When he turned around, he saw the old Taoist saying: “From now on, you are not allowed to say that you are my disciple, and I will never see you again…” Mixianshan was about to speak when the scenery in front of him changed again. This time he sat on a stone bench, surrounded by countless monkeys and grandchildren who were playing and fighting around him.

He began to understand a little. He was witnessing the Monkey King’s experience again, but the scenes were intermittent and even more outrageous than a dream.

A monkey handed over a half-ripe green banana. Mixianshan frowned and hesitated, but still stretched out his hand to take it.

But as soon as the hand touched the banana, the scene changed instantly.

It was pitch black all around him, and he felt completely unable to move, as if he was being held down by something.

What was going on? Mixianshan was panicking.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. After a few seconds, a ray of light appeared.

Mixianshan looked around and saw only a monk with a chubby face.

Mi Xianshan couldn’t understand what the monk was muttering. He looked at the monk, but he didn’t recognize him. At first he just felt that he looked a little familiar, and then the face changed and finally stopped at a face that he was most familiar with.

Mixianshan exclaimed: “Lo Enzo!”

That was Lorenzo’s face.

The monk stopped at this time and said to Mixianshan: “Amitabha, I am Tang Sanzang, from the Tang Dynasty in the East…”

Before he could finish, Mixian Mountain’s soul emitted a brilliant light, and in an instant he was somewhere else.

Only this time, he returned to his room.

At this moment, Mixianshan was sitting on the familiar sofa chair, still facing the familiar screen.

He – Mixian Mountain, is back.

However, this time, the Rice Noodle Mountain is no longer the same Rice Noodle Mountain as before.

I saw Mixianshan open the familiar gaming platform on the desktop – Steam.

He logged into his account and looked at the name at the top of his game warehouse – “Black Myth”.

A smile appeared on Mixianshan’s lips, and he clicked the refund button…

Then I re-ordered the Deluxe Edition of Black Myth.

(End of this chapter)