At the entrance to Temple Street, Turkey watched the departing taxi and shed tears of sorrow.
She wasn't stupid; how could she not see that Stephen Chow looked down on her?
A moment later, she wiped away her tears forcefully and waved to call a taxi.
"Are you going to see him?" Ling Yi suddenly asked from beside him.
"Yes, I'm going to find him."
If I told you that your trip to see him this time might very well be..., would you still go?
"Going? What, is that bastard in danger?" Turkey tensed up.
"He's not in danger, no matter what. He's the God of Cookery." Ling Yi shook his head.
"Why wouldn't the God of Cookery be in danger? It's just a title. Do they even recognize that back in my hometown?"
" The God of Cookery, he really is a god!" Ling Yi laughed.
"Do you really idolize that bastard?"
" The God of Cookery is truly a god!" Ling Yi realized Turkey had misunderstood and emphasized again.
"Which god are you talking about? The kind of god in heaven?"
"Like those gods in heaven."
"Hahaha!" Turkey pointed at Ling Yi and laughed, "If that fool is a god, then I am the Queen Mother West, or the Fairy Chang'e."
Ling Yi glanced at the Turkey speechlessly. "Big sister, I didn't expect you to be so carefree!"
"I'll follow him and keep an eye on him. He'll be fine, but if you want to catch up with this guy, you're in for a tough time."
"What method do you have? I'm not afraid of hardship!" Turkey asked earnestly.
Ling Yi handed Turkey a business card and said, "Go here. I've already made arrangements. Just go directly there."
Turkey stared at the business card of the beauty salon manager in his hand, lost in thought.
"I'm leaving. I hope that when I see you again, the God of Cookery, you'll have become a completely new version of yourself."
Then, to Turkey's astonishment, Ling Yi, Meditation cross-legged, floated directly into the air and soared into the sky.
"Wow, there really is a god here?" came the exclamations from Goosehead and the others behind them.
Turkey was also shocked. "That guy, could he really be the God of Cookery? Bah, who cares what kind of god he is, he's a bastard. Even if he is a god, he can't escape my Turkey."
Ling Yi certainly can't fly yet, but his Invisibility camera can make him fly.
If anyone could see Ling Yi's Invisibility camera, they would definitely discover that Ling Yi was sitting on a silver-white cesium metal sphere with a radius of one meter.
"I'll have to get a seatbelt for this thing later. It just doesn't feel safe without one!"
Ling Yi, flying through the air, followed Stephen Chow's taxi while muttering to himself.
This Invisibility camera is spherical and has a very smooth surface, with no gripping features whatsoever.
With a gust of wind, Ling Yi felt like he was about to slip and fall.
Fortunately, he could control the speed and direction of the Invisibility camera at any time, and with the help of inertia and Gravity, he wouldn't fall.
But being in the air with nothing to hold onto or rely on always felt unsettling.
"Seriously, how can the gods in the heavens not see me flying so openly?"
The last time Lightning Punishment, it forced Ling Yi Ling Yi restart because he revealed his identity as an outsider.
As long as he doesn't reveal his true identity, I can basically get away with anything in this world.
"By the way, is the Immortal Realm located in the stratosphere or the troposphere? Or is it Invisibility in some other dimensional world?"
Ling Yi was very curious about this.
Ling Yi followed Stephen Chow and watched him enter the Shaolin Temple by various unexpected twists and turns.
Having secretly filmed enough material at the Shaolin Temple, he left Stephen Chow, ready to stir up trouble.
Stephen Chow also encountered many dangers on his way to Shaolin Temple.
Although there was no Turkey to stop the bullets, at the crucial moment, the assassin's gun jammed.
Ling Yi would never believe there wasn't something fishy going on.
"Ha, Shaolin Temple, the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation!"
"Help! Hey, hey, hey, you guys have no sportsmanship! Ah..."
In the dead of night, piercing screams echoed from the Shaolin Temple.
Ling Yi chuckled in the air, then turned and flew away.
Ling Yi didn't know where the Immortal Realm was or whether he could find it; he was just trying anyway.
The timeline of this world will be completed in another half month.
Ling Yi has collected all the video footage he needed; all that's missing is the final iconic scene.
If I could capture some footage of the Immortal Realm before leaving, that would be perfect.
If I can find it, that would be great; if I can't, I'll just consider it practice for "flying".
After two weeks of adaptation, Ling Yi can now fly very well!
Half a month later, Ling Yi returned to Hong Kong empty-handed.
He flew around the Earth almost a dozen times, searching the stratosphere, troposphere, and everywhere Ling Yi, but he couldn't find even the slightest Shadow of the Immortal Realm.
Does the Immortal Realm not exist?
No way! In the end, even Guanyin appeared!
Either you're using the wrong method, or the gods don't want you to find it.
"It seems we still have to rely on the system in the end."
Ling Yi's search for the Immortal Realm wasn't just about getting a glimpse of it; more importantly, he wanted to see if he could obtain any methods for Longevity.
What a pity, what a pity.
However, there is still a chance.
In the venue of the God of the God of Cookery competition, Ling Yi casually sat down next to Tong Ngau and Uncle Tat.
" Master Dai, I haven't seen you for over a month. I thought you were dead!" Uncle Tat said with a forced smile.
"And what's wrong with you? Sitting so close and doing this? Don't you know how annoying you are?!"
Uncle Tat's hatred for Ling Yi was no less than that for Stephen Chow.
If Ling Yi hadn't mortgaged all the restaurants and borrowed a large amount of cash from the bank...
If it weren't for Ling Yi's help in contacting promotional channels and establishing branch stores, Stephen Chow's beef ball business would not have been able to develop so rapidly in such a short period of time.
It could be said that Ling Yi's appearance changed everything, catching them completely off guard.
Nowadays, Ling Yi is making a fortune every day, earning more money than he did selling inferior beef every day.
Uncle Tat was extremely envious.
"So, are you going to keep looking for a gunman to kill me?" Ling Yi said with a grin.
Tong Ngau, standing nearby, frowned and said, "Strange, how could this happen?"
Uncle Tat looked over, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"How could such a once-in-a-century alignment of nine planets happen so coincidentally tonight? There must be something strange about this alignment."
Upon hearing Tong Ngau's words, Ling Yi was immediately taken aback.
He suddenly realized that it wasn't that he had found the Immortal Realm, but rather that the Immortal Realm would only appear under specific conditions.
The alignment of these nine stars is a necessary condition.
So, all that effort I've put in for the past two weeks has been for nothing? I'm really stupid to have overlooked something so important.
"What, Master Dai, you also know about the alignment of the nine stars?"
"Of course I know! The alignment of the nine stars signifies the demise of evildoers and the return of righteous gods to their rightful places. Haven't you heard of it?"
Ling Yi made it up.
"Haha, a god? Where is the god? Step forward and let me see!" Uncle Tat said nonchalantly.
"I'm serious. As for where God is? You'll definitely see him tonight."
Seeing Ling Yi's confident demeanor, Uncle Tat didn't believe it, but Tong Ngau was clearly not in the right state of mind.
"What's wrong with you? You actually believe his nonsense? If there really are gods in this world, then what about us bad guys?"
"Besides, even if there are gods, they don't have Kung Fu Hustle to care about us A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality."
"That's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried about Stephen Chow."
"Heh, there's no way he'll show up," Uncle Tat said confidently.
Ling Yi glanced at him, pointed out the window, and laughed, "I think you should look out the window; there's a big surprise waiting for you."
Unlike the original storyline, Stephen Chow appears half an hour earlier.
Being half an hour earlier meant that Stephen Chow didn't almost arrive late as in the original storyline.
I wonder if that "Heartbreak Rice" will ever appear again.
At this moment, Stephen Chow, dressed in a white robe with his white hair flowing, stood on the bamboo raft, using his Internal Energy to propel the raft closer.
He then leaped into the air and appeared in the venue of the God of Cookery Competition.
Stephen Chow glanced at his pocket watch and said calmly, "Looks like I'm not late."
"Hmph, so what if you weren't late? You think you can win?" Uncle Tat said irritably.
As a cunning old fox, he had prepared many backup plans.
It can be said that the entire venue was basically staffed by people he arranged, just like Stephen Chow did during the competition, except that he did it even more ruthlessly than Stephen Chow.
Tong Ngau, on the other hand, was filled with disbelief. He had actually sensed the same Internal Energy Aura on Stephen Chow, and Tong Ngau knew very well what that meant.
This also filled him with disbelief; could it be that he had truly found the Shaolin Temple he had betrayed?
Tong Ngau pointed at Stephen Chow and asked, "You..."
But at that moment, a voice rang out in the hall, "Amitabha!"
Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound and saw a square-faced monk wearing a kasaya and a monk's hat.
The host stepped forward and asked, "Hey, who are you? How did you get in?"
"This humble monk is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, my Dharma name is Meng... Yi!"
"Security, security! What are you doing guarding the gate? How can just anyone come in? Are we going to have a nun show up later?"
Several security guards immediately rushed over, lifted the monk, and carried him outside.
"Amitabha Buddha, I came with the wind, and I go with the wind. Hey, gentlemen, I'm Stephen Chow's friend, give me some face."
The security guards ignored him and simply threw him out of the venue.
"Security, get rid of all the loiterers, and lock and close the windows. Don't let anyone who calls themselves 'Meng Yi' (meaning 'nocturnal emission') in again," the host said, glancing towards the doorway.
"Alright, the last contestant has arrived, so the God of Cookery Competition officially begins!"
Inside the venue, all the chefs got busy.
Only three people did not act immediately.
One was Ling Yi, who was too lazy to do anything; he was just there to watch the show.
The other two are Tong Ngau and Stephen Chow.
Tong Ngau sensed the surging Internal Energy emanating from Stephen Chow and murmured, "If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move!"
Stephen Chow, meanwhile, was reminiscing about the events of the past month.
Although there was no Turkey to shield him from the bullet, Stephen Chow had been thinking about Turkey the most for the past month.
It all started with that bowl of char siu rice that night, and then it was about how the Turkey unhesitatingly shielded him from a knife attack with his hand.
Although Ling Yi knocked the knife away with a playing card, the scene of the Turkey taking the blow for him was etched in his mind.
Unbeknownst to him, the Turkey had already taken up residence in his heart.
For the past month, his longing for the Turkey has been his greatest motivation to keep going.
Meanwhile, outside the venue, a group of Bored reporters were interviewing Master Meng Yi.
Reporter: "Abbot, what happened to Stephen Chow? Why is his hair all white? And how did he manage to walk on water and fly? We didn't see any wires!"
Meng Yi chanted "Amitabha," and said, "This benefactor has already become a lay disciple of my Shaolin Temple."