Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

"Isn't it?"

Wu Ye asked curiously, "With luck, even a pig could become an immortal, like Zhu Bajie."

Sun Wukong snorted and said, "Marshal Tianpeng was a lazy man in his previous life. Later, he met an immortal who gave him pills and teachings, allowing him to become an immortal. It was indeed luck, achieving immortality in one step."

"But in the end, wasn't he banished to the mortal realm?"

"He became an immortal easily, but he did not undergo spiritual tempering. His heart remained lazy, without ambition."

"That's why when he finally got to the Western Heaven, he could only become a Cleansing Altar Envoy Bodhisattva and not a Buddha."

Wu Ye nodded.

In 'Journey to the West', Zhu Bajie was made a Cleansing Altar Envoy, Sha Monk a Golden Arhat, and Bai Long a member of the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons. These three positions are actually all Bodhisattva states.

But the only ones who could become Buddhas were Tang Monk and Sun Wukong.

There's no need to say much about Tang Sanzang, as he was the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada and had cultivated for ten lifetimes. Becoming a Buddha was natural and not entirely because he was the reincarnation of the Buddha's second disciple.

The other one who achieved fruition was Sun Wukong.

He forcibly relied on his own abilities and wisdom to gain the recognition of Tathagata, achieving the status of a Buddha.

Buddha, meaning the enlightened one.

"Master, could you tell me, what is luck?"

"Luck is divided into two kinds, one is heavenly luck, and the other is personal luck. It can also be said as fate and my luck; there are various ways to describe it." Sun Wukong explained.

"What is heavenly luck?"

"It's when the heavens shine upon you. If you're unlucky, you get struck by lightning. If you're lucky, you fall off a cliff and survive, perhaps finding treasure."

Wu Ye roughly understood, seeing it as a common saying about "luck": "Then what about personal luck?"

"First is birth."

Sun Wukong said, "The kind of family you're born into represents the kind of education you receive, the kind of character you can develop, the way you interact with people, and the approach you choose."

"Those who are eloquent can adapt well and, combined with connections brought by family, naturally live a life easier than the average person."

"Those who are timid and cowardly, naturally face failures everywhere."

"Then, there's knowledge."

"If you have talents and someone with similar abilities approaches you, then naturally others will befriend you."

"In general, personal luck refers to everything one possesses: family background, character, knowledge. For most people, character is the most important, followed by knowledge, then family background."

Wu Ye contemplated and then asked, "Does appearance count as well?"

"Indeed, some people can rely on their looks." Sun Wukong glanced at Wu Ye and laughed, "But you can't—although you're not ugly, you wouldn't stand out on the street unless someone knows you."

Wu Ye was not disheartened but rather laughed, "Then I'll have to rely on my talents to make a living."

"Having a good mindset helps; not only does it make things more efficient, but it also gives you more options when facing difficulties." Sun Wukong praised, "That's one of the reasons I took you as my disciple."

This Wu Ye did not have strong innate talent but made up for it with hard work and principles.

And in this world, by integrating with Sofia cells, he made up for his lack of talent and had the potential to achieve Heavenly Immortal status, progressing towards becoming one with the universe.

"It's all thanks to your teaching, Master, otherwise, I would still be timid." Wu Ye knew his character. If the Zhongzhou Team hadn't taken them in back then, he would probably be sabotaged by Liu Ziqiang.

In a quasi-private team, although they emphasize human relationships, such relationships can be very fragile. A single disagreement could have someone working against you.

A public sector is better.

"Don't flatter me; I don't go for that." Sun Wukong's mouth turned up comfortably, but his words weren't the same, "Next, continue to attack me until you can last five rounds against me, then we'll call it a day."

"Even if you use the same strength as me, it's still hard to last five rounds," Wu Ye complained but still raised his staff to meet him.

Sparks flew where the staffs met, vibrating Wu Ye's wrist numb.

Wu Ye used the force to retreat a distance, tapping his feet lightly on the ground, not leaving it by three inches.

In close combat, taking to the air is most avoided unless one can fly or use force in the air; otherwise, it's easy to expose weaknesses to the enemy.

Sun Wukong charged, his staff like a dragon, overturning the world, using skill to break power, touching Wu Ye's staff, and flinging him ten meters away.

Thump thump thump!

After landing, Wu Ye took a few steps back, somersaulted to relieve the force in his body, and panted, "Master, are you really using the same strength as me?"

"Do you think I'd lie to you?"

Sun Wukong swirling his staff flower, teaching, "It's just the technique of force. Force starts from the feet, transmitted through the body, conducted to the weapon through the arms, and then breaking points into surfaces. When you can use your body's energy as I do, you can make full use of your strength."

"Didn't you have the hypothesis of bones as levers and muscles as springs?"

"If you can fully train that into your body rather than just theory, you can also exert strength like me... but you still have a way to go. After all, although Sofia cells let you evolve, they also created control issues over strength."

"The ultimate truth lies in simplicity, but for most people, it's about simplifying complexity rather than starting with what they cannot comprehend."

"Pangu's creation of the world wasn't with brute force."

Wu Ye inhaled through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, stirring qi-blood throughout his body, even generating heat as he said, "Thank you, Master, for your guidance. I will work towards this direction in the future."

"A teachable child."

Having a compliant disciple saves a lot of trouble, more importantly, this disciple has ideas but isn't arrogant, willing to take his master's advice, making things even easier. Find this chapter's source on MV-LEM-PYR.

"Again!"

"Yes!"

The clash of staffs resounded during the training, startling Zheng Zha, Da Gu, and others who entered together.

"Sun, you're so serious, the sound was so intense, you scared us."

"It's just training."

Sun Wukong responded to Zheng Zha and others while waving the iron staff without turning his head, deflecting Wu Ye's approaching staff, then made a sweeping motion like a peacock spreading, letting it fall aside, pressing the iron staff horizontally on his opponent's chest, pushing him out twenty or more meters with gentle force, "This kid is still too immature, needs more practice."

"Little Ye, let's spar." Zheng Zha leaped over a few steps, took over the staff from Sun Wukong's hand, felt it was heavy, and asked, "Sun, this staff is quite heavy, how many pounds?"

"One hundred thirty-five pounds, it's the one exchanged."

This naturally wasn't the Ruyi Jingu Bang, but a staff Sun Wukong exchanged from the Main God Space, engraved with runes by himself to conceal his identity.

At least the appearance needed to be done.