The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

Apart from the prison, everything in the Black Wind Country made him feel curious. He couldn’t believe that there was such a magical country in this world.

“This disciple of mine, aside from being murderous, is quite decent.”

Tang Xuanzang laid on the sofa, thinking about how all this time, the Monkey King had been taking care of his meals and daily life, and he couldn’t help but sigh in retrospect.

It was at this moment.

Suddenly!

Knock-knock knock.

There was a knocking sound coming from the direction of the door.

“Is he back so soon? Or is there no food?”

He thought to himself.

Tang Xuanzang stood up and walked over to open the door, but the scene that greeted his eyes was not what he had imagined.

He saw a Taoist, wearing a Taoist robe, with a handsome face and clear,

gem-like eyes, standing at the door.

“Monkey King… Eh… Sir Daoist, may I ask?” Tang Xuanzang initially thought it was his disciple, but then he reacted and hastily took back his words.

“Immeasurable Longevity and Fortune, you must be Tang Xuanzang, right?” Dao Xuan looked Tang Xuanzang up and down, especially at the other’s head. Although it was covered with a hat, one could tell at a glance that he was bald. For some reason.

When he saw Tang Xuanzang, his heart unexpectedly had a kind of… a very strange feeling, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

“Amitab… Uh, I am Tang Xuanzang, may I ask what you need me for?”

Tang Xuanzang instinctively wanted to chant a Buddhist name, but considering this was Black Wind Country, he hurriedly took back his words. “You are a monk?”

Dao Xuan was slightly taken aback.

He wasn’t stupid, and before becoming a Taoist, he had been a monk himself, and even a monk who went to the Western Heaven to fetch the scriptures.

Although the other party had just uttered the word “Amita”, combined with the deliberately wrapped and hidden bald head, the characteristics were very clear. This was a monk.

“I… I am a monk, I tell no lies. I come from the Eastern Great Tang, and I want to go to…”

“Go to Western Heaven to worship Buddha and seek scriptures?” Dao Xuan smiled slightly, interrupting Tang Xuanzang and directly saying the last part. “Ah… you?” Tang Xuanzang was confused, wondering how the Taoist knew that.

“Hehe!”

Dao Xuan chuckled lightly, but didn’t explain himself.

However.

In his heart, he roughly understood why his master had suddenly sent him a message yesterday, asking him to take care of two people called Tang Xuanzang and Monkey King.

It turned out…Tang Xuanzang was also the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada, and even the person designated by the Shimon to fetch the scriptures in his later life.

No wonder, no wonder that when he saw Tang Xuanzang for the first time, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him before.

“Tang Xuanzang, I am the palace master of the Black Wind State Taoist Palace… Dao Xuan, responsible for the world’s Taoist practitioners’ training. Hmm… the Volunteer System also belongs to the Taoist Palace.”

“By the way, you should have another person with you, where is Monkey King?” Dao Xuan asked in a deep voice.

“My disciple went to…”

Click-

Just as Tang Xuanzang was about to explain, the door was pushed open again, and he saw Monkey King holding a bowl of porridge, coming in.

“Master, come to drink porridge!” Monkey King called out, and then saw Dao Xuan beside Tang Xuanzang.

He put the porridge on the table, and with a single leap, he landed between the two men, his eyes rolling around and scanning both of them repeatedly.

“Eyes of the Fire Golden Gaze!”

Monkey King’s eyes shone brightly as he carefully scrutinized Dao Xuan, walking around the two several times.

Upon seeing this.

Tang Xuanzang was confused by his disciple’s actions and couldn’t help but ask, “Wukong… what are you doing?”

“Hehe, Master, I didn’t expect you to have a relative in Black Wind Country who is a Taoist!” Monkey King scratched his head and cheek, grinning with a hehe. “Wukong, you’re talking nonsense again.”

Tang Xuanzang shook his head helplessly. It seemed that his disciple was not only murderous but also liked to talk nonsense.

He was too lazy to bother with Monkey King, and instead looked at Dao Xuan, introducing him:

“Palace Master, this is my disciple, Monkey King. What are we supposed to do next?”

“Nothing much, just fill in a form, so that I can know what the two of you can do, and then arrange for volunteer work.” Dao Xuan slightly bowed and took out two forms and two ink pens from his arms.

Upon hearing this.

Tang Xuanzang nodded, took the two forms, kept one for himself, and handed the other one to Sun Wukong beside him.

The man and the monkey began to read the information on their forms.

The content on the forms was quite straightforward, with fields such as name, gender, native place, hobbies, talents, etc.

The first part was easy, and both of them filled in the information truthfully according to themselves.

Name: Tang Xuanzang, male, fond of chanting scriptures and reading, good at… urn…

Tang Xuanzang got stuck at the ‘good at’ part. He originally wanted to write chanting scriptures and praying, but this was Black Wind Mountain, a place that extinguished Buddhism. Writing that here would be like rebelling, wouldn’t it?

But besides chanting scriptures and prayers, he wasn’t good at anything else.

Even his daily life required Sun Wukong’s care.

It seemed that Dao Xuan could see Tang Xuanzang’s embarrassment.

Dao Xuan advised, “Tang Xuanzang, if you don’t have any particular skills, you can just put a cross in that column.”

“Phew-”

Tang Xuanzang’s face showed shame, and he silently recited Amitabha in his heart, but he had no choice. He couldn’t think of any other talents besides being vegetarian and praying.

In the end, he could only put a cross in the ‘good at’ column on the form, as advised by the Taoist palace master.

While Tang Xuanzang was feeling embarrassed,

on the side,

Sun Wukong quickly filled out the form, although he also hesitated for a moment in the ‘good at’ column.

In the end, he remembered his first job… Stable Cleaner, so he wrote ‘feeding horses’ in the good at column.

At this moment,

Dao Xuan took a rough look at the forms of the two men and had a general idea of their situation. Then he said to them:

“You will stay here for two days. I will arrange the work for you according to the information you filled out.”

“Alright, thank you, Daoist Master Dao Xuan.”

Tang Xuanzang put his hands together in gratitude.

So,

Tang Xuanzang and his disciples stayed in the dormitory of Black Wind City Daoist Palace, waiting for Dao Xuan’s arrangement.

Not to mention… these Simmons beds and sofas, 24-hour constant temperature bathrooms, and readily available meals… It was indeed a life free of worries.

At night,

All things were quiet, and a wisp of moonlight shone through the window, casting a silver frost on the ground.

“Huhuhu-”

Tang Xuanzang slept peacefully on the Simmons spring bed with a pillow under his head.

On the side,

Sun Wukong couldn’t fall asleep, his hands placed behind his head, staring out the window with a dazed expression, not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly,

His ears quivered slightly as if he had heard a secret message.

Looking at the sleeping Tang Xuanzang beside him, Sun Wukong got out of bed quietly, left the dormitory, and turned into a gust of wind, heading towards Black Wind Mountain.

Outside the Black Wind Mountain Taoist Temple,

Sun Wukong’s eyes turned around as he looked around cautiously.

“Come in!”

Upon hearing the voice in his mind, Sun Wukong immediately became spirited and stepped into the temple.

Entering the room,

The one who appeared before his eyes was the Master of the Primordial Beginning, who had made Guanyin suffer a setback, had Maitreya Buddha’s smile frozen, and possessed immense dignity.

This Daoist Master Xuanqing was sitting cross-legged on a cushion with his eyes closed, with a sword emitting faint light hanging at his waist, emitting an ethereal aura that made people feel ashamed when they looked at it.

“I pay my respects to Master of the Primordial Beginning. May I ask why you have summoned me in the middle of the night?” Sun Wukong cupped his hands and asked curiously.

Upon hearing that,

Xuanqing opened his eyes and looked up and down at Sun Wukong.

“Wukong, would you like to listen to a story from me?”