Journey to the West: Building a Celestial Empire Starting from Lion Camel Ridge

"Chen Ping'an from White Bone Town?"

Chen Ping'an was stunned for a moment; this was truly unexpected.

I am just an unknown nobody, how could I be noticed by such a great person?

Or is it that you are already quite famous in the Journey to the West world?

......

Chen Ping'an shook the thoughts out of his mind.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are there any other Chen Ping'ans in White Bone Town?"

"As far as I know, there shouldn't be any."

Fan Qiming shook his head. "I can't tell whether the other party is friend or foe, so I haven't revealed your identity."

"but......"

Feeling his injuries gradually healing, Fan Qiming breathed a sigh of relief and then changed the subject.

"Before he left, he glanced at me with a strange look in his eyes. I had a feeling that he was certain that there was a Chen Ping'an in White Bone Town."

"It's not a guess, it's a certainty."

What is meant to be will be; what is meant to be will be.

Chen Pingan thought about it for a moment and decided to stop thinking about it.

"By the way, Liu Cheng came by this morning. There were no problems at the Earth God Temple last night, so you can rest assured."

"Recovering from injuries is the priority."

Fan Qiming nodded, said no more, sat cross-legged on the purification stone platform, and slowly closed his eyes.

......

Chen Ping'an walked to the side.

Zhao Gou'er was looking at the little stone, while Ali was staring blankly to the side.

When Fan Qiming came this time, the girl finally stopped sharpening the arrowheads.

Chen Ping'an stared at the white marks on the floor and told Ali about it.

"The person outside the ruins is looking for you?"

Ali was clearly taken aback for a moment, then looked at Chen Ping'an with amusement: "You've become a celebrity too?"

"What celebrity? He's just a person's name."

Chen Ping'an's expression was solemn. "He was dressed as a fisherman, carrying a fish basket. The tiger demon was as docile as a cat in front of him, and it crawled into the fish basket itself."

As A-Li imagined that scene, an overwhelming shock appeared on her smooth little face.

"It's probably a magic weapon, or some kind of supernatural power."

Chen Ping'an nodded.

In the world of Journey to the West, Zhenyuan Daxian of Wuzhuang Temple is the ancestor of earth immortals. He has a magical power called "Universe in the Sleeve" which captured the four masters and disciples, along with the white dragon horse, several times. Fortunately, Sun Wukong eventually invited Guanyin Bodhisattva to save the ginseng fruit tree.

The two sides then ceased hostilities and made peace, turning hostility into friendship.

But the Journey to the West hasn't officially started yet.

"It's ridiculously strong."

Ali said with longing, "This kind of person doesn't even need to lift a finger to deal with us. He just throws the fish basket at us, and we'll obediently go inside."

"That Golden-Winged Roc also has a magic weapon called the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle, which can trap people inside and turn them into liquid in a short time."

How did you know?

"I heard it from the older generation."

But neither supernatural powers nor magical treasures are things that two people who are still cultivating in the Qi Refining stage can reach.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"run?"

Ali said calmly, "If you run, remember to take me with you."

Chen Ping'an was touched, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "It's not that bad. We'll deal with whatever comes our way."

"Um."

Ah Li nodded, looking out of the barrier.

"Once he arrives, we'll go with him... um..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

"What's wrong...?"

Chen Ping'an felt strange and looked up, following Ali's gaze.

A person was seen walking slowly towards the shelter.

He was dressed as a fisherman, wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, and carrying a fish basket.

He smiled as he looked at the two people with their mouths agape and waved the fish basket in his hand.

"Hey fish delivery guy, what's wrong? Not welcome?"

The person was clearly still five or six zhang away, but he did not speak.

A clear, melodious voice had already resonated in their hearts.

coming!

Chen Ping'an suddenly stood up, spear in hand, feeling the intense heat emanating from the spear, and calmed himself down slightly.

......

Chen Ping'an controlled the arrow tower to lock onto the uninvited middle-aged man.

The twelve pale purple beams aimed immediately, remaining still without being released, yet exuding a sense of oppression.

But this was just his own perception of oppression.

"nice one."

The man nodded and smiled. "Kids, there's no need to make such a fuss. I'm not a bad person."

"He's just a fish deliveryman."

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Chen Ping'an walked to the edge of the barrier and stared at the middle-aged man with a calm expression. The latter was still smiling and gave people a warm feeling.

It was as if there was nothing scary in the ruins of this White Bone Town.

"Of course, please come in."

Chen Ping'an pondered for a moment, realizing that the barrier was not open to non-humans.

If this person is a genuine human, there's no way to stop them.

The man nodded, strolled out, and walked with a relaxed and carefree air, as if he were taking a leisurely walk in his own backyard.

He gently patted the mottled black stone wall, feeling the ancient atmosphere permeating it, and then examined the meticulous craftsmanship, nodding approvingly.

"I've seen quite a few shelters along the way."

"Almost all of them are incense-based protective barriers, but yours is a bit special."

Chen Ping'an watched him approach the barrier, his heart pounding in his chest.

The last time I was this scared was when I was facing wolf soldiers.

The middle-aged man stepped into the barrier.

There was no reaction.

They are human.

Chen Ping'an let out a long breath before carefully examining the other party.

The golden light emanating from the purified spirit platform illuminated the man's face, weathered by the passage of time. His temples were slightly gray, but his eyes were extremely clear and deep, like a secluded pool in a deep valley.

He glanced at Chen Ping'an and the other man, then at Fan Qiming, who was meditating.

Then he waved.

Three stones flew up and landed in a triangular shape in front of him.

The man sat casually on one of the rocks.

"Let me introduce myself, Zhang Shao."

Zhang Shao?

Is there such a person in Journey to the West?

It seems there really is.

He was a fisherman on the banks of the Jing River.

It was this fisherman and another woodcutter, Li Ding, who were chatting about fishing on the banks of the Jing River that alerted the patrolling yaksha.

The patrolling yaksha reported to the Jing River Dragon King.

The old Dragon King was furious and deliberately reduced the rainfall amount and changed the timing of the rain. In the end, because he disobeyed the will of Heaven, he was beheaded by Cao Weizheng on the Dragon-Slicing Platform.

The Journey to the West begins here.

However, this person should clearly be an ordinary mortal.

How come he looks like an extremely powerful cultivator now?

Chen Ping'an felt a bit confused, and this person should be living a leisurely fishing life in Chang'an.

A peaceful sleep brings tranquility, free from glory, shame, and worries.

How did you manage to get here?

Keep in mind that the two places are tens of thousands of miles apart!

As Chen Ping'an was lost in thought, Zhang Shao's voice came from beside him. He coughed lightly, pulling him out of his chaotic thoughts.

"Mr. Shoucheng asked me to travel west to deliver a golden carp to all the lords of the shelter."

As he spoke, Zhang patted his fish basket.

It seemed as if golden light was surging within, and a golden fish leaped out.

"Do you have anything here...?"

Zhang looked around and said, "The shelter is nice, but there's not enough stuff."

"Fine, I'll give you one."

As he spoke, he took out a crystal-clear jade basin from his waist and put the fish in it.

Golden carp swish their tails happily in the jade basin.

For some reason, Chen Ping'an had a feeling that the carp was sizing him up.

Is it just an illusion?