Chapter 353: One Overwhelms Thousands of Ways, Making Fakes Come True(2/2)
[The poem says:
Chaos is undivided, the sky and the earth are chaotic, the vastness is vast and no one can see it; since Pangu broke through the Hongmeng, it opened up the distinction between the clear and the turbid;
Encourage all sentient beings to look up to the Supreme Benevolence, and discover that all things are good; if you want to know about the original power of creation, you must read the Journey to the West: The Legend of Shie.]
[Also, I have heard that between heaven and earth, there is a theory of measuring kalpas. Each kalpa is fifty thousand yuan, each yuan is twelve kalpas, and each kalpa is eighteen hundred years.
When the world opened to the Ming Dynasty, it was no longer the era of the fourth calamity era. The first three calamity eras had disappeared without a trace and were unknown.
Let’s talk about the third calamity era one billion and eighty million years ago. At that time, three emperors came to the world, five emperors established their relationships, and the world was divided into four major continents: Dongshengshenzhou, Xiniuhezhou, Nanfanbuzhou, and
Beiju Luzhou.
Beyond the Dongsheng Shenzhou, there is a river called Aolai Country. The country is close to the sea, and there is a famous mountain in the sea, which is called Huaguo Mountain.
This mountain is the ancestral vein of the ten continents. The dragon came from the three islands. It was established after clearing the turbidity. It was formed after the Hongmeng judged it.]
【.After all, I don’t know what kind of official title to confer, let Donghui explain it. 】
Zhang Sanfeng wrote from about two o'clock in the morning until dawn, which took more than six hours.
From "The birth of the monkey", "Apprenticeship to learn skills", it has been written until the third chapter "Forced into the underworld".
The entire "Journey to the West" has about 870,000 words, and the first three chapters only have more than 21,000 words.
Of course, Zhang Sanfeng did not completely copy the original work, but made some modifications.
For example, the timeline of this story is set one billion or eight thousand years ago, and the concept of calamity is invented.
He hoped that through that novel, he could constantly and subtly instill the concept of calamity into people, so as to achieve the goal of refining falsehood and turning it into reality.
Later, he would write mythological novels such as "The Romance of the Gods" to supplement it, and even reflect the real prehistoric era.
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After releasing the East Haired Castor, he felt severe pain in his right leg and wrist, and even lost consciousness.
"Isn't that body too weak?"
Zhang Sanfeng smiled bitterly, put away his manuscript, went outside to the yard, and started practicing Tai Chi.
‘Getting up’, ‘Wild horse parting its mane’, ‘Red Crane spreading its wings’, ‘Hold one’s knees and holding back’, ‘Sitao Pipa’.
After a set of Tai Chi, he felt much better physically and his sore legs and wrists were much better.
"Pap..Pap."
At that time, a crisp round of applause sounded from behind.
"Jun Bao, where did I learn that boxing technique? It looks very Taoist. Have I become a Taoist?"
Immediately afterwards, a tall young man came, who was his classmate Li Daniu in this life.
Li Daniu was born with a strong back and strong shoulders. Both his father and brother were disciples of military strategists, so a way out had been found for him long ago.
"No, Brother Li laughed at his random punches."
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and denied.
"It's okay. We won't graduate for another year. Take your time and look for it. There will always be a way to survive."
Li Daniu patted his shoulder and comforted him.
"Lend me some good words."
Zhang Sanfeng smiled.
"Hey, my face is dark and my eyes are black. Did I stay up late?"
Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's face, Li Daniu found out that it was good.
"Well, I woke up in the middle of the night and stayed up all night."
Zhang Sanfeng pursed his lips and said: "Later, he tried to write the first three chapters of a novel. I wonder if Mr. Daniu can help him control his eyes?"
"Huh? Write a novel? Real or fake? Bring it to him and take a look?"
Li Daniu was so surprised that his voice raised a higher tone, "I am so good at using the sword."
At this moment, he was sincerely happy for his classmate and friend to write a novel.
Although novelists have little influence, can writing novels be considered a way out? What if Zhang Junbao's book becomes a hit?
"What, classmate Junbao wrote a novel?"
"Bring them over quickly and take a look."
Li Daniu's words alarmed other students in the Ding No. 10 dormitory, and they gathered around him.
"Everyone, please wait for a moment. He will go back and get it. Please take a look."
Zhang Sanfeng apologized and went to the study, taking with him all the manuscripts he copied last night.
After returning to the courtyard, I gave the received manuscript to my classmates in the same dormitory.
"Wow, so thick? How many words did I write?"
"Good fellow, I don't want to beg for my life, Mr. Zhang. I will go blind if I write so many words in one morning."
"Lao Zhang, am I trying too hard? Come and show it to them."
Ordinary rice paper is three feet square, which means it is about one meter long and fifty-five centimeters wide, and can be used to write more than a thousand regular scripts.
The first three chapters of "Journey to the West" with more than 20,000 words are written on twenty-two densely packed pieces of rice paper, forming a thick stack.
Therefore, when all the students saw the manuscript Zhang Sanfeng held out, they all exclaimed.
Zhang Sanfeng distributed the leg drawings to his classmates and waited nervously for their reactions.
"Let's not crowd. Let's watch it together and start from the beginning."
Li Daniu got the manuscript, opened the first page of text, and started reading.
All the other classmates crowded behind him, six or seven heads crowded together.
"That story is so exciting, it really opened his eyes!"
After a while, Li Daniu reluctantly put down the first page and couldn't wait to read the second page, shouting loudly.
"No, the wild ideas and the magical setting, Lao Zhang, how did I come up with that story?"
"Stop arguing, read the book first, and then shut up after you finish reading."
"Wrong, wrong, wrong, we can feast our eyes on it tomorrow."
Other students also started talking about it.
After a long time, the sun was shining brightly and it was already past nine o'clock in the afternoon.
The seven classmates finally read all the manuscripts, and all of them stared at Zhang Sanfeng with red eyes.
"Lao Zhang, what's the plot next? Has the Monkey King become an immortal official in heaven?"
"That's wrong, what happened to the Monkey King later? What priesthood did the Jade Emperor confer on him?"
They all pulled Zhang Sanfeng's legs and arms and asked him about the plot behind it.
They were all attracted by the story of Sun Wukong who was born with a stone monkey.
At this moment, they are eager to know what the plot will be next.
[Tip: "Journey to the West" real point +1]
[Tip: "Journey to the West" real point +1]
[Tip: "Journey to the West" real point +1]
Immediately afterwards, seven system prompts popped up and appeared in front of Zhang Sanfeng.
Obviously, Zhang Sanfeng's first step plan was successful.
"Don't worry, everyone, he already has a complete outline in his mind."
Zhang Sanfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said.
Chapter completed!