The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

Now, within the territory of Black Wind Country, the roads are broad and smooth. The “Spirit Car” that was designed here several years ago quickly spread throughout the Black Wind Country.

This car looks similar to a horse carriage, but instead of a horse at the front, there is a driving cabin for controlling directions, and the carriage is connected to the back, making it incredibly convenient for both passengers and cargo.

“Master, please hold on.”

Monkey King, familiar with the roads, easily takes to the driver’s seat and calls back to Tang Xuanzang in the carriage.

Putt-

The car starts up, the Heavenly and Earthly spiritual qi within the energy slots giving off a glow. Under the formation in the cabin, the entire vehicle begins to move.

The carriage has a window.

Tang Xuanzang leans on the chair and peers through the carriage window, an array of feelings flooding his heart as he surveys the scenes outside.

Unbeknownst to him, it’s been almost five years since he arrived in this mystifying Black Wind Country.

What’s even more bizarre is that he, a monk, was selected as a distinguished young man, and later even became a county mayor, leading the people out of poverty towards prosperity.

Even if he were to divulge this turn of events to Tathagata Buddha, he doubts the Buddha would believe him.

“Amitabha, my sinful ways – Tang Xuanzang, Tang Xuanzang, how dare you debate the Buddha’s intentions.” Tang Xuanzang rapidly puts his hands together, chanting prayers under his breath.

In actuality, he probably doesn’t realize that the Buddha, once highly revered, even idolized by him, is now perceived somewhat differently in his heart.

Not too far away.

A Taoist dressed in a Taoist robe, wearing cloth shoes and wielding a floating dust whisk that emits a dim light, observes this scene from a distance.

This man is Xuanqing who descended from the Tai Chu Hall in Black Wind Mountain.

Seeing Tang Xuanzang, Xuanqing’s curiosity is piqued even more.

Through deduction, he has watched and understood Tang Xuanzang’s journey from start to finish over the last five years.

Meanwhile.

The distance between the County Government Dormitory and the County Government Office isn’t too far. Monkey King drives the car for about ten minutes before reaching their destination.

“Master, we’re home now. I’m going to get some late-night snacks for you.” Monkey King opens the carriage door and tells Tang Xuanzang who’s inside. Home?

Hearing this word, Tang Xuanzang’s eyes fill with sorrow.

Before leaving the Tang Dynasty, he always considered it his home, but after living in Black Wind Country for five years, it has also become his home.

In a while.

Monkey King brought a bowl of steaming-hot vegetarian noodles and cheerfully said: “Hehe, Master, come and have some noodles.”

“Thankyou.” Tang Xuanzang accepted the noodles, replying softly.

Slurp-

The hot, steaming noodles filled his empty stomach instantly, taking the edge off his hunger and infusing warmth throughout his body.

Having lived together for five years.

Tang Xuanzang eventually dissolves his grievances with the Monkey King, especially after knowing his apprentice’s experiences, his heart is filled with sympathy..

“Master, even though it’s been five years already, why haven’t you left?” Monkey King curiously asked.

Hearing this.

Tang Xuanzang hesitates for a moment.

In his mind, he begins to reminisce about his experiences over the past five years in Black Wind Country.

Back in the factory, his warmhearted co-workers praised him for improving the machinery. His superiors recognized and commended him for improving production efficiency, making the lives of the related workers even better.

Later, when he moved to the railroad department, he witnessed the rise of the railway system and how it brought about changes for the poor people.

Not to mention, he was later awarded a commendation from Her Majesty the Empress and was granted the Black Wind Country’s Household Registration Green Card.

Right, the green card.

Thinking about it,

Tang Xuanzang can’t help but lower his gaze to the small license card pinned at his waist.

Ever since he received the green card, he has been wearing it around his waist continuously, only removing it for showers and sleep.

Seeing Tang Xuanzang’s reaction, Monkey King can’t help but cover his mouth and chuckle quietly.

“Hehe, Master, it seems like you’re so happy in Black Wind Country that you’ve forgotten about Buddha.”

Upon hearing this,

Maybe because Monkey King hit a nerve,

“Wukong, stop talking nonsense.” Tang Xuanzang scolded, immediately closing his eyes and reciting “Amitabha, my sinful ways,” over and over again.

“Tch.tch-”

Monkey king squints his eyes and laughs secretly again.

As the spiritual Stone Monkey, he has his own moral compass and can clearly see that his dear Master’s heart has begun to change.

If that wasn’t the case, why would he close his eyes and keep repeating Buddha’s name?

At night.

As he lies on the soft mattress.

Tang Xuanzang, resting his head on his hand with his eyes closed and brow furrowed, finds that sleep eludes him.

In his mind, two little figures are fighting – one wearing a kasaya and the other dressed in dark blue traditional Chinese official clothing.

The little kasaya figure: “Tang Xuanzang, you rascal, the people of Tang are still waiting for you to fetch the Taoist Scriptures to enlighten them. Yet, here you are, merrily indulging in the ‘anti-Buddha’ Black Wind Country.”

The official clothing figure: “Amitabha, monks must keep their word. As a poor monk, I promised the people of Yang Cheng county that I would lead them out of poverty, so how could I leave before the task is complete?”

“Don’t forget the cup of wine tinged with the flavor of your homeland that you drank before leaving Tang Dynasty.”

“I haven’t forgotten my initial purpose, but maybe Black Wind Country has the real method to enlighten the people. I’m just here to learn.”

“Rascal, stop deceiving yourself. Your heart for Buddha is no longer pure.”