Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

The Envoy of Kun Kingdom left Jieguo with a strong sense of regret.

Because his mission had failed.....

Meng Xiaolan was not concerned about the kind of treatment the envoy, now thirty pounds heavier, would receive from the Emperor of Kun on his return. Instead, she began to consider how to deal with the upcoming offensive from Kun Kingdom.

In the previous month, in celebration of the Divine Spirit, Kun Kingdom had adopted a softer policy. However, now that Meng Zhen had replaced the Divine Spirit and the faith had changed, Kun Kingdom had enough energy to take action against Jieguo.

Nevertheless, it would take at least a couple of months for the messenger to return to Kun Kingdom, and then the emperor and his ministers would need another month of deliberation before deploying troops. The large army's advance would take at least another six months to prepare.

Moreover, since the secular world's people were not cultivators, it would take at least a year for a large army to reach them.

There was plenty of time!

However, considering that other cities near Kun Kingdom might be mobilized by the emperor, she had to strike first and conquer the cities near Jieguo.

"Su Jie, what do you think we should do?"

Meng Xiaolan sought advice from Su Jie.

"You are the leader of Jieguo; this is a problem you should consider, whereas I'm only responsible for issues beyond your current scope," Su Jie said indifferently, "unless there are cultivators involved, I am merely a dean at the Ming Lun Branch. As a leader, you bear a great responsibility and need to learn to think."

Meng Xiaolan pouted, "Alright, alright, I'll figure it out myself. Speaking of the dean, has he gone out again?"

Su Jie replied, "The dean went to resolve a problem, involving people from the Tao Demon Alliance in the Sit Forget Realm."

"The Sit Forget Realm..." Meng Xiaolan exclaimed, then suddenly asked, "Su Jie, then do you think I should make everyone cultivate?"

"What do you think?" Su Jie responded.

Meng Xiaolan was silent, then slowly shook her head.

All citizens cultivate.

It sounded simple, but during her days on the barren mountain, Su Jie had taught her the three main conditions for universal cultivation:

First, everyone must have enough food, with three meals a day being essential.

This was a necessity for human survival.

How could one think of anything else if they were not even able to satisfy their hunger?

Not to mention cultivating.

However, in the Cultivation World, where resources were abundant, ensuring three proper meals per day, including meat, was not difficult with reasonable taxation. Jieguo was currently in a significant development phase, with many job positions available, ensuring that everyone could eat their fill.

Second, the ethical standards of the populace must be above a certain baseline.

Without morality, strength alone would create brutes. Evil thoughts would arise, people would get lucky, and when faced with disagreeable situations, their first instinct would be to resort to fists.

This would lead to the proliferation of violence, creating a world where the strong prey on the weak!

Laws would then become mere decorations.

Because the strong would stand above the law.

The current residents were morally acceptable but only because Meng Xiaolan and her associates were powerful and they dared not release the inner beast. Possessing strength might lead to numerous criminal activities once it was acquired.

Robberies, theft, murders, arson.

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Achieving universal cultivation was not something that could be accomplished in a single generation in Jieguo. If Meng Xiaolan truly promoted universal cultivation, Jieguo might plunge into turmoil right away.

It was probable that the country would collapse on its own without even needing an invasion from Kun Kingdom.

The third point was that to achieve universal cultivation, everyone must be able to understand the methods of cultivation and continuously simplify the cultivation techniques.

On Earth, spiritual cultivation and various martial arts were widespread, with numerous videos online explaining them, some even featuring personal explanations from Sun Shisheng, Wang Chao, Li Hansha, Chan Yinsha, and Tang Zichen, which were easily understandable for the general public.

But the conditions here did not allow for it.

"I understand now, it's not yet suitable for cultivation; at least we must wait for the new generation, who have undergone systematic education and possess sound moral values, to grow up," Meng Xiaolan regretfully acknowledged.

"The journey is long and arduous!"

Su Jie spoke with a deep tone, recounting a story to Meng Xiaolan.

"It's futile to try to achieve it all at once. In my homeland, there's a mythological novel called 'Journey to the West.' In it, there was a man named Zhu Bajie, who was lazy. He happened to encounter an immortal, ate a Nine-Turns Elixir, and obtained spell codes, easily becoming immortal. However, since his abilities came from chance encounters and he did not go through much hardship, he was later tempted by gluttony and lust and was thus demoted to the mortal realm, reincarnated as a pig."

Meng Xiaolan shuddered, "I definitely don't want to turn into a pig...What happened to him later?"

"Later, after he became a pig, he became a monster who lived on eating humans. He was enlightened by a Bodhisattva and stopped eating humans. However, he was still susceptible to beauty. Eventually, he was subdued by the most senior disciple of a monk on a pilgrimage to the West to obtain the sacred scriptures. He became a disciple of the monk and faced many hardships on the journey to achieve an upright fruit, but he was too lazy and often sowed discord along the way. Although he later corrected himself, his deeds were not as commendable as those of the monk's chief disciple, and he didn't become a Buddha," Su Jie said indifferently.

"Who was the monk's chief disciple?" Meng Xiaolan grew interested in the chief disciple of the monk on the pilgrimage to the West mentioned by Su Jie.

"Sun Wukong, the absolute protagonist of the book, a symbol of the heart. Before learning his skills, he was honest and dutiful. After gaining his skills, he unleashed his true nature. He was suppressed by a higher existence of the heart, and later, by holding true to his heart, he ultimately achieved the genuine fruit," Su Jie explained while writing the characters for 'Journey to the West' in the air with his finger.

Instantly, the surrounding material particles coalesced to form a volume of "Journey to the West," which fell into Meng Xiaolan's hands.

Meng Xiaolan eagerly flipped through it, becoming enchanted and losing all track of time.

It wasn't until the night watchman struck the copper gong thrice in the city that he snapped back to reality, exclaiming, "This truly is a divine tome! Cultivation is but a journey to the west, where as long as one sees with clear heart and nature, and keeps a sincere spirit, Spirit Mountain is right at one's feet."

"If you understand it," Su Jie said with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, "it means you are only a short distance from true enlightenment, as long as you keep moving forward, you can cross that distance."

In some sense, Meng Xiaolan could be considered his disciple.

If the disciple has insight, how could he not be pleased?

"This book, although it contains no cultivation methods, the process of the journey westwards it describes elucidates the true essence of cultivation," Meng Xiaolan held "Journey to the West" tight in his embrace, "May I mass publish it?"

"You may."

Su Jie nodded, after all, "Journey to the West" was suitable for all ages, and each person would interpret it differently. Those who could discern the true essence of cultivation were surely unique in their insight.

"By the way, Su Jie, in a few days, it will be the Hungry Ghost Festival, a traditional festival of the former Linghua County, to worship the deceased. Would you like to participate?" Meng Xiaolan asked.

"Am I able to participate?" Su Jie was taken aback, then used the authority of the Taixu Illusory Realm to investigate the local customs.

It turned out that the so-called Hungry Ghost Festival, though claimed to be a worship of the deceased, was actually a carnival—on this day, the town's residents would first worship at the graves of the deceased and then scatter petals of yellow netherworld flowers along the way, which were said to be able to guide the spirits of the deceased back home to rejoice with them.

Singing, food, dance, fine wine..

All were plentiful.

"Of course, it is a day of revelry," said Meng Xiaolan, thinking Su Jie was hearing about it for the first time, so he gave a brief explanation.

"Hmm," Su Jie now understood the meaning of the Middle Kingdom Festival in this place, "At that time, I'll go to the square to see the exotic customs of this place. It is quite open compared to our own."

Perhaps, in the Cultivation World, ordinary people had no rights, and the repression built up daily needed one or more appropriate days to release, to vent their frustration and helplessness.

Su Jie guessed as such, his gaze, however, penetrating space, glimpsed the cycle of reincarnation within the heavenly intent space of the Cultivation World...

...

"Why do you obstruct me?" the Tao Master's face was grim as he coldly stared at Sun Shisheng opposite him.

The man before him, although also in the Sit Forget Realm, rendered him completely powerless, regardless of whether it was Divine Skills, spells, or magical treasures, none could affect him.

Was it feigning weakness while possessing strength?

Or was there some special protective magical treasure?

It was unknown.

"I merely wanted to test your abilities," Sun Shisheng's eyes revealed a trace of indifference, "After all, daring to call oneself a Tao Master, the master of the Tao, must possess some skills..... but now it seems, you are but an empty title, insignificance itself."

"Hmph!" the Tao Master squinted, his aura surging, the heavens and earth losing color, and in an instant, he borrowed the power of the universe to amass an unparalleled majesty for himself.

In a flash, the sky darkened, and thunder roared mightily.

Thunderbolts as thick as buckets coursed through the dark clouds, eventually forming an enormous, boundless sea of thunder, its powerful energy exploding in the void, shaking even the space itself.

Hum!

The Tao Master stepped on the void, stirring ripples, and a Seven-Star Demon Subduing Sword appeared in his hand, drawing the thunder sea and coalescing into a thousand-zhang long thunderbolt sword.

The dark clouds as the hilt, the lightning as the blade.

Thunderous roars accompanied by runes condensed from minor worlds encircled the sword, which pierced the heavens and earth; tiny electric arcs ionized the air nearby, producing bits of blue flames.

Sacred, majestic!

"Go!"

With a focused look, the Tao Master swung his whole force in a strike, not just targeting Sun Shisheng but also Jieguo tens of thousands of leagues away.

Who was this person before me?

The Tao Master didn't know.

But knowing that he had come from Jieguo, thus this strike—if the other party did not want to see the entire Jieguo destroyed—he had no choice but to withstand this move.

"Not bad, huh, in just point one of a second, you managed to meld your own energy with the power of the universe and release a move that even saints would seriously respond to, you do have some skill," Sun Shisheng clapped, acknowledging the Tao Master's ability, "but—"

Bang!

When the thunderbolt sword reached Sun Shisheng, it simply dispersed, leaving no trace, as if—

It had vanished into thin air!

"This is impossible!"

"This is quite possible."