Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 591 Black Myth Mo Yu

A light rain falls on West Lake, and a teahouse from the Song Dynasty.

The rain fell in fine threads, pattering on the black tiles and dripping down the eaves, forming a small stream.

The teahouse was bustling with activity, the wooden tables were gleaming, and waiters were bustling about, exuding the lively atmosphere of a bustling marketplace.

"Bang!" The gavel slammed down.

"As mentioned last time, the stone monkey followed the example of his predecessors and also traveled westward, but his journey was blocked by the Little Thunder Temple!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, you must have all heard the story of that monkey. But the story I'm about to tell you, well, you've definitely never heard of it..."

The storyteller on stage deliberately made things mysterious.

The audience below the stage started to jeer.

The private room on the third floor was isolated from the noise downstairs, with only the storyteller's voice drifting in faintly through the carved wooden window.

"Squeak-"

The door to the private room was pushed open.

A waitress dressed in a plain cloth dress walked in with a pot of freshly brewed West Lake Longjing tea, her head bowed and eyes downcast.

The plain-colored cloth dress was faded from washing, but it couldn't hide the girl's firm, maturing curves.

She placed the tea tray on the table, but her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the guest by the window.

A Taoist priest in black robes.

He sat quietly, seemingly out of place amidst the bustling atmosphere around him.

A pair of bright, restrained eyes didn't look at the commotion downstairs, nor at her, but instead fell on a half-open scroll on the table.

The maid was curious. The Taoist priest had been sitting there silently for three hours, staring at the painting.

He didn't order any food or drink, so the manager should have kicked him out long ago.

But this Taoist priest was surprisingly generous, casually throwing a silver ingot at the shopkeeper, who beamed with delight.

The waitress in the teahouse had an idea and leaned slightly forward to refill his tea.

Her slender waist swayed gently, and a glimpse of her snow-white neck and delicate collarbone was "inadvertently" revealed from the slightly wide neckline.

However, the Taoist priest remained unmoved.

"Shadow God Diagram..."

Mo Yu murmured to himself, casually toying with the teacup between his fingers, "I never imagined that the world of Black Myth would be presented to me in this way."

The maid gritted her teeth inwardly. This young Taoist priest, who clearly looked full of vitality, seemed to completely ignore her.

She looked at the painting with a mixture of disappointment, anger, and curiosity.

What you see is nothing more than an ordinary picture of gods and ghosts.

The painting skills are quite good, lifelike, and the little demons, monks, ghosts, and Buddhas are all vividly portrayed, exuding an evil aura.

But in Mo Yu's eyes, this scroll was not a painting at all.

It's more like a small world!

He rubbed his temples, and the memory of "himself" resurfaced in his mind.

Mo Yu, from the world of Black Myth, can only be described as having the worst fate.

Unlike other Mo Yu, he either transmigrated to an era where order hadn't completely collapsed, or... at least had a short period of safety at the beginning.

He is fine.

Upon opening his eyes, he found himself at the foot of the famous Little Thunder Temple, a place straight out of Journey to the West.

Moreover, it was the Little Thunderclap Temple after it was taken back into the hands of the Yellow-Eyebrowed Old Buddha!

As an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken, I suddenly found myself next to this top-level demon cave, surrounded by demons and monsters, a place even gods and Buddhas dared not easily set foot in...

The probability of their survival is, as one can imagine, extremely low.

He even considered giving up entirely and becoming a novice monk under the tutelage of Xiaoleiyin Temple, so that at least... he could earn a living and avoid freezing or starving to death.

however……

On the snow-covered path at the mountain gate, rows upon rows of corpses, still in a devout kneeling posture, had long been frozen into ice sculptures by the wind and snow. They were all once mortals who came to worship Buddha, but they failed the "test".

Inside the half-open temple gate, in the shadows of the Buddha hall, wandering figures... were blind boxing monks who had gouged out their own eyes and were chanting "Namo" as they frantically pounded on wooden stakes.

Not to mention that the gate of Xiaoleiyin Temple is not easy to worship.

Even if you become a disciple, you're unlikely to have a good ending.

For ordinary people struggling to survive in this land, becoming that blind boxing monk might... be the best outcome.

However, he lacked the courage to blind himself, and he did not believe he had the talent and will to pass the test and be accepted into the sect.

He had no choice but to...escape.

He fled to the riverbank at the foot of the mountain, where he used the bamboo and thatch he had gathered to build a makeshift shed that was so shabby it was drafty, and struggled to make a living by catching fish and crabs.

However, if simply fishing were enough to survive in this demonic land...

How could so many people, knowing they would die, still be willing to kneel and worship at that man-eating Buddhist temple?
This land has long been invaded by demons.

Two days later, he encountered a monster covered in slippery scales, with four short legs, resembling a combination of a giant catfish and a crocodile.

How could an ordinary person, unarmed, cold, and hungry, possibly be a match for this river monster?

He struggled to escape.

But they could only watch helplessly as the river monster drew ever closer.

The stench had already reached the back of his neck.

He slipped and stepped on the dark ice under the snow, falling to the ground in a sorry state.

The river monster, with its gaping maw, lunged forward!

He thought he was going to die.

A black stick pierced through the wind and snow, blocking his path and firmly holding the river monster's jaws, which were full of sharp teeth.

When "Mo Yu" heard the whistling wind from the swirling clubs and opened her eyes again, trembling, the battle was already over.

The battle is over...

The river monster, which had been ferocious and almost devoured him just moments before, now lay on the snow like a dead dog, barely alive.

And the person who saved him... no, the monkey.

A small, thin monkey wearing a tattered monk's robe, its fur all over its body disheveled.

The monkey casually put the black stick back into its ear.

When the monkey saw that he had woken up, it tilted its head and glanced at him a few times.

It seems that... it's been confirmed that this weakling poses no threat?
It pursed its lips, casually untied the wine gourd from its waist and tossed it over, gesturing for "Mo Yu" to take a couple of sips to ward off the cold.

……

Mo Yu picked up the teacup in the private room and took a small sip.

The tea has a refreshing aroma.

But in his memory, the aroma of the wine from that gourd still seemed to linger around his nose.

Like Mo Yu from all the heavens and myriad worlds, he... actually doesn't like drinking.

But in that dying, icy wasteland, that sip of sweet, spicy liquor slid down my throat, burning like fire in my stomach...

It tastes like life.

The monkey that saved him was very aloof.

Or rather, very silent.

"Mo Yu" followed it around, chattering on and on, trying to get close to the monkey, but the monkey remained silent.

Later, he realized that although the monkey was highly skilled in martial arts and had amazing strength, it seemed that it had not yet refined the transverse bone in its throat and could not speak human language.

But thanks to his inherent shamelessness as a transmigrator and his excellent ability to suck up to powerful figures, he still stubbornly stuck to the monkey's side.

The next few days were probably the most peaceful days he had since he transmigrated.

At least, you'll have enough to eat and wear, and you won't have to worry about some monster suddenly jumping out and killing you.

In just a few days, he and this monkey, which, though unable to speak, was truly excellent, became friends.

He wasn't a big drinker, but he loved to get drunk and, fueled by the alcohol, talk nonsense with the monkey.

"Mo Yu" pieced together everything he knew about the plot of "Black Myth: Wukong," mixing it into the original Journey to the West story and various modern fan fiction stories about the Monkey King...

He told the story to the monkey in a joking, lighthearted way.

His intention was to use these spoilers to dissuade this stubborn monkey from making a decision.

Because he had already discovered... this monkey head, or rather, this chosen one.

The first obstacle on his westward journey was not Black Wind Mountain, but rather he headed straight for Little Thunder Temple!

They didn't fight Kang Jinlong along the way, nor did they save their second senior brother.

This almost explains it.

It is not the true chosen one who is controlled by the player, goes through hardships, retraces the Journey to the West, and finally gathers the six senses of the Great Sage!
It hasn't even learned a single spell!

He didn't even have a single magical weapon with him!
If it were allowed to directly confront Huang Mei, it would almost certainly be doomed.

In this world where gods, immortals, and ghosts truly exist, his actions are tantamount to revealing heavenly secrets and dancing on the edge of a knife.

Once they are noticed and targeted by some powerful figure, they will likely be subjected to soul-searching and soul-stealing, ending up in a miserable state!

However, this mischievous monkey was completely ungrateful for the information he had given him at the risk of his life, and had no interest in listening at all!
Every time, he would either scratch his head or turn his back and pretend to be asleep.

When he tried to cover up his spoiler by joking around and boasting about the Monkey King's glorious exploits on the Journey to the West, as well as the various fan-made stories about him by modern people...

But the monkey always listened with great interest, his eyebrows dancing with delight!
……

That day, the wind and snow were heavy, even heavier than when he first arrived.

The little monkey, carrying a stick, fought his way to the gate of Xiaoleiyin Temple.

It did not heed his advice.

"Moyu" was at the foot of the mountain, pointing at its back and cursing, trying to get its way back.

The little monkey just smiled, revealing a mouthful of fangs.

That smile was as radiant as ever.

Then, they stepped through the mountain gate.

But the wine gourd that he always carried at his waist, as well as a scroll that he had obtained from who-knows-where, were handed over to him before he went up the mountain.

Holding two things, "Mo Yu" stared blankly at the monkey's thin back as it disappeared into the snow-covered mountain gate.

My nose tingled, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face, instantly freezing into ice.

He spat angrily onto the snow.

"...If I go and never return? Then I shall go and never return!"

"Ha, you idiot! Do you think this is cool and stylish?!"

"I knew I shouldn't have talked to you so much nonsense!"

He ultimately didn't dare to follow.

All I remember is that the bells that day were very loud.

All that could be seen was a flash of golden light, and a golden cymbal as large as a mountain descended from the sky, obscuring the sun.

All that could be heard was the Buddha's wild laughter, which shook down the snow covering the mountain peak.

Mo Yu closed her eyes in pain.

In my mind, the scene of that silly monkey being locked in the golden bell and being turned into pus and blood alive inside has already appeared...

However, he was powerless to do anything about it.

He staggered away from Xiaoleiyin Temple, not daring to look back the whole way.

He was afraid that if he turned back, he would be overcome with anger and rush up the mountain, only to lose his life in vain.

He thought there was money left by the little monkey, and also the scroll it left behind.

Perhaps he can escape this place, cultivate for decades, and then return to take revenge.

Or perhaps, they'll wait for the true chosen one who can guide them and help the little monkey get revenge.

And it turns out.

He thinks too much.

It's been less than three days since it started running.

He was then surrounded by a group of wandering mountain patrol monks.

"Mo Yu" rose up in resistance.

But with his meager "monkey fist" skills, how many ordinary people could he possibly defeat?

He was then imprisoned in the Pagoda.

over there……

He couldn't even last a day.

On his very first night inside the tower, he lost his mind under the influence of the demonic sound and died at the hands of a group of lesser demons who were also driven into a frenzy.

And then,
The fragments of the true spirit returned to the sea of ​​consciousness.

It has been merged with Mo Yu and has crossed over to the next world!

……

In the private room.

Mo Yu slowly came back to her senses.

It stands to reason.

With his current cultivation level, after fusing with the fragments of the True Spirit and descending into this world.

As long as it doesn't alarm Huang Mei, or if Maitreya intervenes.

It's just a simple pagoda.

The strongest within the tower are only the two demon generals, Miaoyin and Lianyan.

They are simply no match for him!

However, after casually killing several small demons that were gnawing on "his" corpses...

The spiritual energy emanating from their corpses made him realize that something was wrong.

He subconsciously activated the [Great Luo Cave Observation], trying to see clearly what was wrong.

As a result, his powerful divine soul allowed him to see through the illusions of the world.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of tired but still sharp eyes looked at him.

Before he could even react to what he was "seeing,"

A damn golden cudgel, wreathed in blazing flames and seemingly capable of piercing the heavens, came crashing down from nothingness without warning!

He froze for a moment.

Instinctively, he raised his hand and countered with a strike!
The overwhelming force sent Mo Yu flying backward.

When he came to his senses, he discovered...

He was no longer inside the Pagoda of Floating Pagoda, but now he had the Scroll of Shadows in his hand.

It was the scene of demons running rampant inside the pagoda, while "his" corpse lay in a corner of the prison cell!
……

"Master? Master?"

A soft call pulled Mo Yu back to reality.

"Your tea... has gone cold. Would you like me to refill it with a hot one?" The girl's eyes held a hint of passion.

Mo Yu came to her senses and sighed deeply: "Sigh~, why is the Great Sage so stingy?"

"So what if I saw something I shouldn't have? Is it really necessary to kick me out like this?"

"It's one thing to be kicked out... but they won't even let me go back."

That's what it says.

But if there really was no other way to enter this "world within a painting," he wouldn't have stayed in this world for so many days.

Moreover, the spirit of this world...

"You may leave. There's no need to continue." Mo Yu casually tossed a few pieces of silver as a reward and spoke calmly.

“...Yes, Daoist Master.” The maid was delighted to receive the silver coins.

Although curious, she knew her place, bowed respectfully, and with a sway of her willow-like waist, she left the private room, carrying the tea tray.

The door was gently closed.

Mo Yu squinted, and a wisp of his primordial spirit entered the painting once more.

"Luckily, I went in immediately and managed to revive 'my' body."

(End of this chapter)