Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"Brother, you've trained your martial arts to the marrow and even beyond?" Zhang Muzhi and others, having practiced martial arts themselves, knew about the overt, covert, and transformative aspects, "Rumors claim that reaching the marrow makes one fearless against guns; I thought it was an exaggeration, but it turns out to be true."

Su Jie handed the gun back to Lao Qi, who also gave a thumbs up: "Such a great master!"

"I've trained a bit."

Su Jie casually said, "And you?"

Zhang Muzhi took a while, then slowly sighed, "We can't improve further, after all, our hearts aren't pure, and martial arts won't save this scarred world."

Su Jie didn't respond, knowing that in this era, martial arts, apart from ensuring personal safety, really had no significant role.

As long as the mental shackles of the people on this land aren't broken, even the strongest martial force would only lead to the rise of another emperor.

"Then, I'll see you when the time comes."

Since he had already collaborated with Zhang Muzhi, there was no need to stay here any longer.

The lesson's content was to view history through the experiences of the common man, thus sticking with Zhang Muzhi might not be a clear choice.

Not to mention, he still had to write a classroom report.

"Then let me see you out." Zhang Muzhi followed behind.

"No need."

With a step, Su Jie jumped from the room to the courtyard, then with another leap, he jumped out of the courtyard, leaving the county yamen.

"Big brother, he..."

"Is not an enemy." Zhang Muzhi took out those two gemstones, gave them to Ma Bangde's wife who hoped to ransom someone, thus rescuing Ma Bangde, "Huang cannot subdue such a person."

Lao Er frowned, "It's rare to find 'a tiger's son in a dog's litter' here in little Goose City, deep waters do not breed dragons."

Zhang Muzhi looked at his most trusted Lao Er, "So?"

"So, I think he might not be called Sun Mingyi." Lao Er finally voiced his thought-out suspicion, "He's not that jelly seller's son."

"But, people in the city wouldn't recognize him wrongly." Zhang Muzhi said.

"I always feel there's something off." Lao Er insisted on his view.

"I feel the same." Zhang Muzhi nodded.

"Then big brother, why?" Lao Er puzzled, knowing there was something off with Sun Mingyi, why would he collaborate with him? Keepusgoingbyreading

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"Because we share the same goal."

Zhang Muzhi spoke earnestly, "So, who he really is doesn't matter."

"Understood."

Meanwhile, Su Jie had arrived at a brothel.

The brothel was named Spring Full Building, and it was owned by Huang.

"Welcome, sir!"

As soon as Su Jie entered, a beautiful woman came up to greet him.

"What type of person do you like, sir?" the woman asked with a beaming smile.

"Just looking around." Su Jie's purpose was not for pleasure, but to observe the tragic lives of the common people of the era and understand the truth behind it.

Why choose prostitutes?

Because the already deceased county magistrate's wife had left a deep impression on him.

The woman's joyful face disappeared.

For those who just look and don't spend, they never show a pleasant face.

Su Jie didn't mind, but just looked around.

The place wasn't bustling but the parlor was spacious, with antique carved lattice windows, pink sheer curtains fluttering in the wind, dancing and sending waves of rich fragrance.

Behind the sheer curtains, faintly visible were several beautiful figures intertwining, slim and plump, each with a unique posture, full of allure, like colorful butterflies fluttering gracefully; upon closer inspection, each had charming eyebrows, spring hidden in their eyes, delicate figures, and a captivating smile.

Su Jie knew that if the makeup on their faces was removed, they would present another visage entirely.

"Have you seen enough?" The woman was becoming impatient.

Realizing she was shooing him away, Su Jie then left, but not completely; instead, he quietly slipped into the backyard.

In the resting courtyard of the back yard, through the wide-open windows, Su Jie saw another scene—a brothel woman with her makeup removed, lying on the bed, her eyebrows tightly furrowed and her face displaying agony.

Although their figures remained slender, their faces bore the hardships of harsh lives.

Su Jie could feel that they were all around twenty years old, but there were no traces of youth on their faces anymore; they could only conceal it with thick makeup when going out to meet clients.

They all shared one room, more than twenty women, with no space of their own, somewhat neat inside; however, there were no smiles on any of the women's faces, only bitter hatred.

"Is this the true face of brothel women in this era?" Su Jie was shocked, then with a strong spirit, he felt each of their thoughts one by one.

Although it was an illusionary realm, these women's experiences were vividly presented in Su Jie's mind.

He saw their dreams.

These women all shared a common tragic history: they were born into poverty, most didn't even know their parents, and were sold to various pimps at the age of six or seven.

One of them, named Li Yunling, exemplifies this—

Later, an official was assassinated, and she was sold off to another brothel, various people, Japanese, traitors, reactionaries, all abused her.

She bore all the sins of the world.

She sought help, wanted to escape the den of evil, but was ignored because, in that era, brothels were legal.

She was only seen as a toy.

Thus, day after day, year after year, she forgot she was a human.

In her dreams, Li Yunling still showed a trace of vitality, saying vaguely to the blurred Su Jie, "I am not human, but a ghost, a wretched soul forsaken by heaven and earth."

"If you are the messenger of death, please let me enter the eighteen levels of hell; that would at least count as a home, I don't want to be far from home."

She would rather eternally fall into hell, and no longer come to the human world.

Su Jie was at a loss for words.

He picked up a notebook from under Li Yunling's pillow, flipped it open; the handwriting was neat, but the content recorded the suffering she had to endure every single day.

On the last page of every diary entry, Li Yunling had written: "I am not human, but a ghost, a wretched soul forsaken by heaven and earth!"

Putting the diary back under Li Yunling's pillow, Su Jie looked around and found that the youngest girl was only ten years old.

How long would it take to transform these "female ghosts" back into "women"?

Labor, reform, reeducation, awakening the spirits of these "female ghosts," and teaching them skills to survive beyond being prostituted.

It's a prolonged process.

Although Su Jie had not seen it with his own eyes, he could imagine the difficulties involved.

But turning a person into a ghost takes only one step.

Just legalize prostitution!

Perhaps some might say, they do it willingly, they got paid, it's business, and third parties have no right to interfere.

But if anyone dares to say that in front of Su Jie, they would certainly receive a punch in the face.

They surely don't understand the principle of "forcing the good into prostitution."

Once it's legal, there will be countless who are "willingly forced!"

Su Jie had seen brothels in contemporary dramas, mostly romantic and endless festive scenes, but seeing it in person was a different story.

Brothels, hookshops, they are the dregs of feudalism!

At its core, it's man eating man.

Su Jie took out paper and began to write his report:

"Observe history, compare ancient with modern."

"Nearly a hundred years ago in China, autumn winds harsh, demonic mists surrounding, piercing one's heart."

"Amidst it flowed the tears and blood of women, until—"

"The golden monkey wielded its mighty staff, clearing the murky skies afar."

"Revolutionaries, with blood and tears, ignited the sparks of fire."

"Taking history as a mirror, one can understand the rise and fall; backward remains must absolutely not be picked up again, history's car must not be driven backwards..."