Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

The Demon Mara, Buddha's demon, is also the demon of the heart.

If one were to go to the various heavenly worlds, one could indeed draw on the delusional minds of all beings and attain the supreme path!

"How infuriating!"

"The Buddhas and immortals of the Three Realms are all hypocrites, knowing full well that the heavens exist, yet choosing to stay in these endlessly collapsing cycles of reincarnation, hoping to first secure stability for themselves before moving on to the heavens."

The Demon Mara secretly resented, "Little do they know, the emotions of all beings cannot be taught. Releasing the desires within the heart to become a demon heart, that is the foundation!"

Unfortunately, he was sealed, and no matter how many ideals he had, he was powerless to implement them!

"However, it won't be long now! Once that strand of my Primordial Spirit returns from that heavenly world, I will surely be able to counterattack the Three Realms, rescue myself, and merge back into one."

Being the demon of the heart, the Demon Mara was naturally not worried about that strand of Primordial Spirit developing its own rebellious thoughts after becoming powerful.

A Heart Demon starts with a single thought, how can there be distinctions between you, me, and others?

However, the Demon Mara was somewhat worried because another strand of his fragmented Primordial Spirit remaining in the Three Realms seemed to have been refined by someone, which was certainly a formidable enemy.

He had never heard of a Heart Demon being refined.

"How infuriating that I am sealed now, otherwise I would surely go and meet that fellow!" The body of the Demon Mara transformed unstably among the purple-black smoke, black lotus, and human shape.

"Just another five hundred years or so, and it will be time..." First seen on MV4LEMP|YR.

Achoo!

Inside Huaguo Mountain, Sun Wukong, who was playing chess with the privately descended Nezha, suddenly sneezed, blowing away a black piece and causing the previously favorable situation to take a turn for the worse.

Nezha's eyes lit up as he quickly grabbed a white piece and captured the black dragon.

"Nezha, that's not very sportsmanlike of you," Sun Wukong said with a deep look in his eyes.

"Haha, no take-backs in chess, it's your own fault for sneezing and disturbing your own black pieces," Nezha said, lifting his head proudly and laughing heartily.

"Fine, I'll give you a few points," Sun Wukong said nonchalantly, placing another black piece on the board and reviving another large dragon, causing Nezha's eyes to widen in shock.

"That's not right, how has your black pieces formed into another large dragon?"

"Life and death, death and life," Sun Wukong said. "This interplay of black and white reveals the wonders of yin and yang, turning death into life; it's nothing out of the ordinary."

However, the main reason was that Nezha's chess skill was lacking.

If it had been Ancestral Master Subhuti playing chess with Sun Wukong, then Sun Wukong would have had no chance of turning the tables.

Yet Sun Wukong's mind was no longer on the chess game, but rather turned towards the Western Niuhezhou.

At his level, he wouldn't sneeze.

Unless someone was mentioning him.

And the only person who had become his adversary and could provoke such a reaction from him was none other than the Demon King Wutian.

"Luckily that fellow isn't constantly thinking of Old Sun, otherwise wouldn't I have to be sneezing all the time?" Sun Wukong thought to himself, placing another piece down and managing to win by a slim margin of half a point.

"Another game!" Nezha exclaimed, unwilling to accept defeat. He felt he had talent, progressing from being completely annihilated at first to being able to stand against Sun Wukong's black pieces in just ten games.

"Alright, another game," Sun Wukong agreed with a smile, gathering the black pieces while Nezha collected the white pieces, and a new round began.

"Emperor, are you really not going to hold a celebration?" After being given ten pieces and setting the pieces on the board, Nezha asked about his main purpose for descending to the mortal world this time.

It was to hope that Sun Wukong would hold another banquet, so everyone could have a good time.

And so Sun Wukong had become Emperor, and by that time, the Jade Emperor would surely give the celestial officials and divine generals a holiday, making things even livelier.

In a nutshell, Nezha wanted to play, not work.

Despite the fact that the work in Heaven wasn't burdensome, and even on normal days, apart from needing to attend court, most of the time was idly spent in boredom. Nezha even begrudged his past self for being so diligent, having cleared all the demons from his domain.

Now, there was nothing to do.

"My city within Huaguo Mountain has just been established, and all the city lords are Demon Kings. I need to win over their loyalty again. If they knew that Old Sun had become Emperor and I didn't reward them, wouldn't they feel disheartened?" Sun Wukong spoke concisely, "But with their capabilities, they truly don't deserve any title. That's the trouble with rising through the ranks too quickly."

Nezha was startled, put down the chess piece, and silently picked up the Demon-slaying Sword and the Demon-cutting Saber: "I suddenly don't feel like playing chess with you anymore. How about we have a fight?"

"Sure, Old Sun will keep you company."

Sun Wukong also took out his Ruyi Jingu Bang and, together with Nezha, they soared to the high skies, battling across the firmament, while the mortal realm could hardly withstand the aftershocks of their fight...

...

In the sacred city outside the Shuilian Cave, Mao Xue, who had performed a dance at the Spirit King's celebration, had bought bean curd cakes from Yuyan and was on her way home when she suddenly saw a sparkling gemstone in a stream nearby.

There were many colorful pebbles in the water, ignored by all, but that one caught Mao Xue's whim.

"Could it be some kind of treasure?"

Mao Xue walked to the edge of the stream, waded across it, bent down to pick it up, only to find a black chess piece.

"I've heard that the Great King often plays chess with celestial beings on the mountain peak. It must be a chess piece accidentally dropped. It would make for a good keepsake." After a thought, Mao Xue pocketed the black piece and headed home.

However, along the way, she accidentally bumped into someone, and the black chess piece in her pocket fell and rolled back into the stream.

"My chess piece!"

Mao Xue hurriedly chased after it, but this part of the stream had no pebbles, and once the chess piece fell into the water, it mixed with the mud and disappeared without a trace, presumably carried off to the Eastern Ocean.

"Damn it!"

Mao Xue stamped her feet in frustration, cursing her own carelessness silently.

"Miss, may I ask what you have lost? It was careless of me to bump into you. Please tell me what it was, and I shall certainly compensate you," said the person who bumped into Mao Xue, a distinguished-looking scholar standing upright, emanating integrity.

"Where are you from?" Mao Xue's heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself: Could this be love at first sight?

"My name is Zhang Liang, from the Nanshan Continent, Korea." Zhang Liang took a step back, feeling that the rabbit woman before him seemed to take a liking to him. After all, he was quite confident about his appearance and had received bold declarations of love from various single female dog spirits, deer spirits, and snake spirits along his way to Huaguo Mountain.

He was a Confucian and couldn't stand such enthusiasm!

"Seeing you're all schooled up, you must be a Confucian," Mao Xue moved closer subtly, "If you're here at Huaguo Mountain to study, then you're in the wrong place. This isn't the Three Lifetimes Book City."

Zhang Liang said, "I'm not here to study, but to represent Korea and pay a visit to the Spirit King of Huaguo Mountain."

Mao Xue smirked, "You're not being honest, are you?"

Zhang Liang's mouth twitched, "I am a gentleman..."

"If you're here for a visit, why are you alone?" Mao Xue cut to the heart of it.

"Korea is a small place..." Zhang Liang, seeing his pretense exposed, blushed and then sighed, "Actually, I wish to take the Spirit King as my teacher, to learn some real skills."

"Oh?" Mao Xue asked, "I'd like to hear more about that."

"I've realized that Confucianism can't save Korea."

Mao Xue: "???"