Journey to the West: I Became the Focus of the Three Realms

Journey to the West: I Became the Focus of the Three Realms Author: Fantuanzi

As a time traveler, Zhang Xiaoshun just wanted to find a way to make a living in Datang, but accidentally became the focus of the Three Realms.

Heavenly Court, Lingshan, Difu, Explanatory Teaching, Intercepting Teaching, Buddhism, Monster Race, Human Race, Immortal Race, and even Demon Race and Asura Race, all have their eyes on him. From then on, Journey to the West is no longer that Journey to the West, and the Three Realms are no longer The Three Realms completely deviated from the original track because of his little pebble.

Xitian Lingshan.The Buddha listened to the report of Fuhu Arhat below with a dazed expression.

"It's not good, Buddha, a woman in white is coming to kill with a sword. The opponent is a bit, a bit like Lu Xueqi in Zhu Xian."

"Nonsense, that's just a fictitious character." "Bald thief, take the trick, the magic sword of controlling thunder!" Tianting, Jade Emperor and Taibai Jinxing were playing chess, and Qianliyan rushed in in a panic.

"Jade Emperor, it's not good. A guy who claims to be Wushi has come to Nantianmen, and he wants to fight the Antarctic Changsheng Emperor."

"What the hell, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and send a message to the emperor, let the emperor go out, and let them fight in Chaos!"

Chapter 1

Standing on the street with people coming and going, Zhang Xiaoshun heaved a long sigh when he heard his stomach growling.

It has been three days since he came here, and he only remembers playing Xiaoxiaole all night that day, and when he woke up, he appeared in the city in front of him.

Looking around, there are ancient buildings everywhere, and the pedestrians passing by are all wearing ancient costumes.

This is Datang, Chang'an City.

When he first came here, Zhang Xiaoshun was still very excited, thinking that he could be like the protagonist of the novel, get along well, but it turned out that after three days, he almost starved to death.

The golden finger, system, grandpa, etc. described in the previous life novels all don't exist.

From being extremely ambitious to now being full of bitterness, Zhang Xiaoshun has also experienced ups and downs. Now he no longer wants to be famous, but only wants to survive.

"Don't forget it, young master do it yourself!" Outside a luxury restaurant, Zhang Xiaoshun was pushed out by several big men.

In the past three days, he had looked for countless jobs, but he was rejected without exception. No one wanted him, a guy with delicate skin and tender flesh.

In addition to looking for a job, Zhang Xiaoshun also thought about countless ways to make a living by himself. After much deliberation and vetoing countless plans, he finally decided to make money by selling novels, but there was a premise that he had to find a place to settle down first.

Clutching in his hand the money that a passer-by threw to him in pity on him not long ago, Zhang Xiaoshun walked along the street, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he rushed into a bookstore in front of him that was about to be sold.

Half an hour later, Zhang Xiaoshun came out from the study, and couldn't wait to go to the side to buy some sesame seed cakes to satisfy his hunger.

Now that he is the owner of the bookstore, the money is left over after buying the bookstore, so he can use it with confidence.

"When I make a name for myself, I must repay that kind person well." A glimpse of his back appeared in his mind, Zhang Xiaoshun secretly swore, and when he returned to the study, he never expected that a small piece of silver would be so valuable .

Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore for a while, recalling all the things in the past three days, Zhang Xiaoshun smiled wryly, then took out a pen and paper, and prepared to start his journey of novels.

He had thought about the novel to be written countless times in the past three days, and listed a lot of it. What he thought was not original, but borrowed. There are so many excellent novels in later generations, so there is no need to use them for nothing.

"Zhu Xian"

Prologue——

Time: Unknown, it should be very, very long ago.

Location: Shenzhou Haotu.

The world is not benevolent, and everything is a dog!There are no gods in this world, but since ancient times, human beings have seen all kinds of strange things in the world around them, such as lightning, thunder, natural and man-made disasters, countless casualties, and mourning.So I thought that above the nine heavens, there are all kinds of gods, and under the nine secluded worlds, it is also the place where ghosts return, the palace of Yama.

……

This story started from "Qingyunmen".

What Zhang Xiaoshun didn't know was that when he was writing furiously, a series of tyrannical divine thoughts fell on him in countless spaces.

"Is there no god in the world? Oh, how dare you think about it!"

In the Lingxiao Palace in the Heavenly Court, an emperor who was full of Dao rhyme and surrounded by a faint colorful light couldn't help but sneered.

"Zhu Xian? Ordinary people, aren't you afraid that he will kill you with a bolt of lightning?"

In the depths of the underworld, a woman appeared in front of the six incomparably pitch-black, constantly rotating vortexes, murmuring.

In Shenxiao Yuqing Mansion, the Antarctic Changsheng Emperor pinched his fingers and said to himself: "It's interesting, but I can't calculate my fate. Is the calamity about to start?"

Spiritual thoughts are intertwined and intertwined with each other. At this moment, many great powers from the Three Realms have fallen into this small bookstore.

"Give me a face, don't touch him!"

Suddenly, a tyrannical divine sense came from Tianting Doufu, with a firm tone, it was not so much a discussion as an announcement.

"Doumu Yuanjun is still so domineering. Since you have spoken, we will naturally not make things difficult for this little guy."

In the Lingxiao Palace, the Jade Emperor chuckled, and the rest of the people didn't have any opinions, and quickly reached an agreement. Zhang Xiaoshun, who had no idea that he had been on the verge of life and death, continued to write diligently.

In the chaos of an unknown distance away, a young Taoist priest stood proudly with his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on Zhang Xiaoshun through the endless space.

The Taoist priest has a handsome appearance, with a faint unruly air in his eyebrows and eyes, and the whole person feels extraordinary.

"How dare you use "Zhu Xian" as the title, you funny little guy!"

The young Taoist muttered, and continued to read, seeming to be interested in Jade Immortal written by Zhang Xiaoshun.

Chapter 2

Working hard all night, Zhang Xiaoshun has been writing from the prologue to Chapter 20, from the shocking changes in Caomiao Village, to Zhang Xiaofan's worship at the Dazhu Peak of Qingyunmen, and going to participate in the Qimai Martial Arts Competition.

"So tired!" Standing up and relaxing, Zhang Xiaoshun showed a satisfied smile on his face, put away the success of his hard work, and went back to the backyard to sleep deeply.

In the dream, Zhang Xiaoshun came to a strange space, and standing in front of him was a young Taoist priest shrouded in faint light.

"How did you think of using Zhu Xian as the title of the book?" The young Taoist suddenly asked, looking at Zhang Xiaoshun curiously.

Zhang Xiaoshun thought everything was just a dream, so he took it for granted, "No reason, it's just Zhu Xian!"

"Is that so? It's a kind of fate." The young Taoist said thoughtfully, "My name is Tongtian!"

The words were earth-shattering, Zhang Xiaoshun suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Why did I dream about this boss in my dream? Am I dreaming?It must be a dream!

Zhang Xiaoshun was a little uncertain, reached out and touched his face, it was cool.

"The story is well written. After so many years, it's rare to meet someone you're interested in." Seeing Zhang Xiaoshun's actions, Tong Tian's mouth slightly curled up, revealing a faint smile.

"Ahem, as long as the leader likes it!" Even in a dream, Zhang Xiaoshun didn't dare to be rude, and said respectfully.

Besides, he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not.

"Well, I have a question for you. In your story, why are Qingyunmen's exercises, Taiji, Xuanqing and Dao three realms arranged according to Yuqing, Shangqing, and Taiqing? As we all know, that is my senior brother, how do you reverse the order? I went behind?"

Looking at Zhang Xiaoshun quietly, the Master Tongtian said again.

Dazed for a moment, Zhang Xiaoshun was overjoyed, and flattered without hesitation: "The leader is wise and powerful, affectionate and righteous. He did not hesitate to break the predicament for his disciples in the first battle of the Conferred Gods. What Zhang Xiaoshun admires the most is the leader." .”

"My admiration for the leader is like a torrential river, uninterrupted. In my heart, the leader should be ranked higher."

Raising his hand to stop Zhang Xiaoshun, Tong Tian said with a half-smile: "You say that, aren't you afraid that those two will settle accounts with you?"

"Ah, cough cough, I believe the leader will protect me!" Zhang Xiaoshun almost choked on his own saliva, and coughed lightly.

Master Tongtian looked at Zhang Xiaoshun with great interest, smiled, and said after a long time: "Would you like to be a teacher?"

As if being hit by a cotton candy, Zhang Xiaoshun, who was so happy that he almost fainted, immediately fell to his knees: "Disciple pays homage to Master!"

The meaning of Master Tongtian couldn't be more obvious, if Zhang Xiaoshun still doesn't understand, he could just find a piece of tofu and crash him to death.

This is one of the legendary Sanqing sages. He wants to accept himself as a disciple. It is the ancestors burning incense, so there is no reason to refuse.

"Get up, now my sect is deserted, and there are no rules. This is the cultivation method for the disciples of the master's sect, the supernatural method."

Seeing what the Master Tongtian did, Zhang Xiaoshun was lifted up by an unstoppable force, and at the same time, his brows became hot, and a stream of light sank in.

Zhang Xiaoshun was ecstatic, thanked him repeatedly, and after blowing a lot of flattery, he said cheekily: "Master, with the immortal method, should I give some self-defense treasures to my disciples, so as not to fall into your reputation in time."

Looking at Zhang Xiaoshun, Master Tongtian frowned and thought for a while, the next moment a long sword with a domineering shape and full of evil spirit appeared in his hand out of thin air, and handed it to Zhang Xiaoshun.

Without even thinking about it, Zhang Xiaoshun quickly took it over. This is a treasure bestowed by a sage. No one else could wish for such an adventure, so there is no reason to refuse it.

At the same moment, Honghuang, Jiuxian Mountain, and Taoyuan Cave.

Guang Chengzi stared at the empty legs with a dazed expression, and said angrily, "Hold the grass, who stole my sword?"

Just now he was comprehending the mysteries of Zhu Xian's sword, but in the blink of an eye, he found that the sword that was originally on his leg had disappeared for no reason.

Chapter 3 Printing Publicity

In the morning, Zhang Xiaoshun woke up with a start. The scene in the strange space seemed to have passed for a long time.

Suddenly, he touched something cold in his hand, and sat up in fright.

Looking closely, he saw that it was an ancient sword with a hideous shape, not the Zhuxian Sword.

Of course, Zhang Xiaoshun didn't know it. The two characters engraved on the sword were extremely ancient, and they were not popular in Tang Dynasty.

"Everything turned out to be true."

Zhang Xiaoshun was shocked, and his whole body was replaced by deep ecstasy. In his mind, the Shangqing Immortal Technique seemed to be imprinted in it, and it emerged as soon as he thought.

Surprised for a while, Zhang Xiaoshun took the sword and the manuscript, and went to a printing factory that he met when he was visiting Chang'an City.

When he left the strange space, the leader of Tongtian told him not to stop writing the book, saying that he was very interested in the follow-up story.

Zhang Xiaoshun would naturally not disobey his master's instruction, he would write it anyway, and it would not take much trouble to print it.

Besides, that's what he planned in the first place, and he also wanted to see what kind of storm these novels from his previous life would cause in the prehistoric world.

"Zhu, Zhu Xian?"

In the printing factory, after receiving the manuscript handed over by Zhang Xiaoshun, the boss almost crawled to the ground in shock, looking at Zhang Xiaoshun in panic.

There are people who are not afraid of death, don't they know the taboos?

"Is there a problem?" Zhang Xiaoshun frowned, the book was written, so don't make any mistakes during printing.

"No, no, this title of your book is disrespectful, and our shop dare not print it." The shop owner shook his head like a rattle, and directly refused.

Zhang Xiaoshun was depressed, and promised: "You can print it, and I will take care of the accident!"

"No, that doesn't work either, you can find another place!" The shop owner still insisted.

Not long after coming to Chang'an City, Zhang Xiaoshun only knew about this printing factory, so naturally he would not leave, and started a tug-of-war with the boss.

It took a lot of effort, and under Zhang Xiaoshun's repeated assurances, the boss finally let go and agreed to print.

"You are responsible for the accident, it has nothing to do with the old man!"

Holding the manuscript, the boss added something to Zhang Xiaoshun worriedly, and then arranged for his staff to go to print.

If the saint wants to blame him, he can blame this kid in front of him!

There were [-] books in total. After the printing was finished, Zhang Xiaoshun paid the money, carried them all the way back to the bookstore, and placed them on the bookshelf one by one excitedly.

No matter what, this is his first time doing business, and he is quite looking forward to it, especially since Zhu Xian was written by him stroke by stroke.

In the afternoon, Zhang Xiaoshun didn't open the door to sell books, but went out to publicize. Now that he had done it, he wanted to make a show.

After knowing that there are gods and Buddhas in the heavens and the meaning of Zhu Xian's representative, he is full of confidence in the promotion.

On the bustling streets of Chang'an City, a young man dressed in strange clothes was spreading a message.

"Brother, have you heard that the Qingjing Bookstore in the west of the city sells a novel called Zhu Xian."

"Hold the grass, Zhu Zhu Zhu, Zhu Xian? Dude, are you kidding me? Which one who is not afraid of death dares to use this name?"

"It's true, I've heard it from others, if you don't believe me, ask other people!"

Zhang Xiaoshun put on a serious face, and after the man went to ask other people, he disappeared in the crowd and drifted away.

During the whole afternoon, Zhang Xiaoshun has been publicizing that he went to teahouses, restaurants and other crowded places.