Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

Grandfather looked serious, "What's wrong with you? Have you been bewitched?"

Hong Fugui remained silent.

Because such a scene was also mentioned in the "Crimson Radiance·Late Qing Edition"; it was because people's thoughts were not yet open, shackled by feudalism for their whole lives, daring not to resist, seeking only stability.

But in this world, if you desire stability, you cannot have it.

Moreover, Fugui's guess soon proved true.

As noon approached, a young eunuch came with two officials, one fat and one slim, to have a meal, and drove everyone out. He even seized Grandfather because he showed the plaque inscribed with the Emperor's "Delicious".

The political struggles among the major factions inside the late Qing Dynasty...

"Grandfather, learning to cook cannot save you, I'm determined to add fuel to the downfall of the Qing!" Fugui resolved, armed with those two books, prepared to revolutionize the fate of the entire Qing Dynasty!

...

"Tutu, wake up, we need to register at the kindergarten today." Zhang Xiaoli lifted Hututu's blanket, her brows furrowing, "Why are you wearing clothes to sleep, didn't I tell you to wear pajamas at night?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Xiaoli noticed, with surprise and uncertainty, that Hututu's red shirt bore the words "Sun Wukong" in bold calligraphy, "Tutu, did you write this?"

"No."

Hututu shook his head honestly, "It was Sun Wukong who wrote it for me, and he can cook too."

"Talking nonsense again." Zhang Xiaoli assumed Hututu was talking in his sleep and tried to change his shirt, but Hututu clung to it tightly and wouldn't let go, "This is Sun Wukong's autograph for me; you can't wash it off, Mom."

"Alright, alright, have it your way." Zhang Xiaoli did not mind, after all, as a mother, she couldn't possibly get into a quarrel with her child over something trivial. At least, for minor matters like this, Zhang Xiaoli allowed some leeway for Hututu's little whims.

After arriving at the kindergarten, among many crying children, Hututu showed off his Sun Wukong signature red shirt, garnering envy from all his peers.

"Tutu, is it real?"

"Of course!" Hututu beamed proudly, "This is a shirt personally autographed by Sun Wukong. And, let me tell you a secret, Sun Wukong can cook, and it tastes even better than my mom's cooking."

Zhang Xiaoli, seeing her own Tutu not only stopping the children's crying but also vaguely becoming the 'king of the kids', couldn't help but feel overjoyed, "Could it be that Tutu has the talent to be a leader in the future? Oh, ho, ho!"

She then struck up conversations with other parents, bragging about her own Tutu throughout.

...

Let's leave the fate of these three for now. After his victory, Sun Wukong returned to the spectator stands to watch the next match—a cultivation practitioner from the ancient land of Honghuang, a nine-colored deer; against a martial artist who had traveled to a martial world. Their competition was an eating contest, to see who could finish eating two hundred-foot-tall mountains of rice first.

Raw rice.

The content of the competition was indeed random, eye-opening, and also unclear why such a competition was held.

Perhaps, for the [simulation], the all-knowing and all-powerful It wanted to see a rather bizarre competition.

Sun Wukong was watching with great interest, when suddenly, a big horse monkey, also Sun Wukong but with reddish-brown fur and dressed in a coarse hemp garment, came walking over and, holding a wrist guard, sat down beside him with familiarity, complaining, "You're much luckier than I am. I was pressed under the mountain before I received the simulator, and then this thing, other than giving me one free simulation chance, had no other rewards—it was rather useless."

Sun Wukong looked at the seal and said, "A Buddhist Sect Dharma Seal, was it personally set by Tathagata of your world?"

"Yes." The big horse monkey nodded.

Ding!

Sun Wukong raised his hand and lightly tapped it. The dharma seal on his wrist shattered, and the large monkey felt his strength return within him. His clothes also transformed into an attire similar to Sun Wukong's three-piece outfit, except the crown on his head was not the Phoenix Feathered Purple Gold Crown but a tied-hair purple gold crown, which included two very long plumes.

Sun Wukong was certain that the other versions of himself who had arrived here were probably all wearing the tied-hair purple gold crown, rather than, as in his case, the Phoenix Feathered Purple Gold Crown, which had a pair of small wings on each side.

"Thank you," the large monkey stretched comfortably, "this feels much better."

"Is your master also Subhuti?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Yes," the large monkey nodded.

"But you must not have attained the rank of Heavenly Immortal," Sun Wukong examined the other.

"What do you mean I haven't? I am now at the pinnacle of the Daluo Golden Immortal, just a step away from the Great Luo Immortal," the large monkey pouted and then seemed to realize something, "Right, the Heavenly Immortal from your side seems different from mine. It's the highest level of immortal, almost equivalent to the attainment of Hunyuan... "

The large monkey's voice trailed off.

The gap between Heavenly Immortals was even greater than that between a Heavenly Immortal and a Hunyuan Da Luo Golden Immortal.

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"In our world, 'Golden Immortal' particularly refers to the existence of those who have attained the rank of Heavenly Immortal from the Buddhist Sect," Sun Wukong said, "Heavenly Immortal is from the Taoism side, and Golden Immortal is from the Buddhist Sect, whereas Great Luo and Tai Yi are just distinctions in title, not the creation of the Taoism side. Commonly referred to as Tai Yi, like me, who attained Hunyuan, I would be called an Immortal above the Divine Tai Yi of mixed Yuan if I were later to serve in the Buddhist Sect, changing my title from Heavenly Immortal to Golden Immortal."

The large monkey sighed, "I really envy your side, where there are no conspiracies. In the simulation you showed, before you were plotted against, you too stood out by your own abilities and caught the eye of the immortals and Buddhas. Even on the journey to retrieve the sutras, you clearly knew it was meant to train Tang Monk and even after wearing the Tightening Spell, you still maintained your dignity and pride without yielding to the immortals and Buddhas."

But his scenario was different.

He was still trapped in Mount of Five Fingers. In the only simulation he saw, a young monk saved him, and he then journeyed with this young monk, destroying mountain demons and killing chaos.

And that young monk was named Jiang Liuer.

Previously, the large monkey didn't quite understand what it meant to be without schemes, but having seen Sun Wukong's demonstration of the simulation, he realized that it was very likely arranged by Tathagata.

After all, thinking back, the details in the simulation seemed incredibly coincidental.

Even though he was sealed with his mana, he was still a monkey, and shaking off a seven or eight-year-old monk should have been simple, yet the monk always managed to find him.

How could a mere child with the physique of a mortal keep up with him, even if there was someone directing the way?

"The immortals and Buddhas of my world just can't be a bit more sincere," the large monkey's expression darkened, "Sun isn't clueless about justice. I would also support the weak and fight the unjust. Why couldn't they just tell me straight up to accompany that young monk to the Western Heaven? Why set up such a drama? It's all so hypocritical."

At that moment, a handsome monk approached Sun Wukong and said, "Amitabha, this poor monk has come from the Great Tang of the Eastern Land on his way to the Western Heaven to worship Buddha and seek the scriptures."

"Hello," Sun Wukong extended his hand, and Tang Monk, conditioned as if by reflex, extended his own hand and shook hands with Sun Wukong.

"A transmigrator?" Sun Wukong asked.

"Uh..." Tang Monk hesitated for a moment, then smiled, "Indeed, are you one as well?"

"Who among the transmigrators has a comprehension like mine?" Sun Wukong countered.

"Indeed not; they all follow each step thoroughly, making sure every stage's foundation is solid, striving to be the strongest," Tang Monk, unlike most transmigrators who would stir up troubles given a simulator, preferred to do things step-by-step, aiming for a glorious position in the Buddhist realm.

In his view, other people transmigrated into Tang Monk for cultivation, magical items, elixirs, following the system's tasks was truly an inferior path, led by the nose by the system.

For ordinary people, it was excusable since they had no other capital but to complete tasks to become what the system wanted them to be.

But he was Tang Sanzang!

This identity alone was the greatest capital; by following the steps, he could become Buddha. Why bother creating troubles and fighting against oneself?