Xiuxian: I studied abroad in modern times

Chapter 582 I'll just take advantage of it, not following the script

Merit is easy to accumulate, but great merit is not easy to achieve.

Zheng Fa's goal is very clear—to gain merit!

Just kidding. Others may not know, but he does. There are only a few great merits that can lead to sainthood. Which one is he currently able to dream of?
The Creator Daoist thought he could sit on a prayer mat after accomplishing a great deed—that was pure wishful thinking.

In Zheng Fa's view, the only feasible way is to try with great merit, great perseverance, and great enlightenment.

Simply put, if you need a perfect score to sit on that prayer mat, Zheng Fa thinks the most reasonable approach is to rack up 30 or 40 points in merit, and another 30 or 40 points in the other two categories, adding them up to a perfect score. Alternatively, you could rack up 30 or 40 points in the first merit, and then find a few more great merits to rack up.

He didn't dare to even think about being the first author; he could just write a few second or third author papers, and maybe that would meet the admission requirements of the Pu Tuan.

Zheng Fa flew out of the Five Internal Organs View and wandered aimlessly, hoping to find a powerful figure who could take him flying.

But the Nine Luminaries Heaven World has changed drastically.

When they first entered the Nine Luminaries Heaven, this small world was not very large, but it was similar in size to the Nine Mountains Realm. However, now, with the help of the memories of the Fusang Tree, they have returned to the ancient immortal realm.

The ancient immortal realm was much larger than the present-day Xuanwei.

Zheng Fa looked up, and in the distance, Mount Buzhou was so tall it was terrifying. Even from hundreds of thousands of miles away, he could see the majestic outline of this divine mountain.

Atop Mount Buzhou stands a pale blue sky, where magnificent palaces float on the clouds. One after another, beautiful or ferocious demons soar into the heavens, enjoying songs and dances and drinking celestial wine amidst the stars.

This is the Demon Court.

Below Mount Buzhou lies the territory of the Wu tribe.

The Wu tribe occupied a vast area centered around this ancestral mountain.

The newborn Wu tribe children, with their tender faces but bodies like baby elephants, fought fiercely, both men and women, shirtless, causing the green mountains to collapse and the green rivers to stop flowing, while the Wu tribe adults laughed heartily on the side.

They are truly a blessed race.

Even though these existences were all illusions, Zheng Fa's eyelids still twitched wildly as he looked at them, and he sighed in his heart: Although the struggle between the witch and demon races was becoming more and more frequent at this time, they still had the composure of being the overlords of heaven and earth.

In their eyes, this world seemed to be their playground.

Zheng Faben intended to seek out Houtu Zuwu, since he was familiar with the matter of opening up reincarnation, and it wouldn't be difficult to gain some merit by leveraging his experience from the previous project.

The world had become so vast, and the power of the Wu tribe was so great. He transformed into the appearance of a Wu tribesman and spent several months traveling through Wu tribe villages, but he still couldn't find the Ancestral Wu Houtu.

Although these witches could exchange a few words with him, most of them were not very intelligent, and sometimes their words were incoherent.

When he arrived at the Houtu tribe, he discovered the fatal flaw in the matter: due to poor communication, he had no way of figuring out where the Houtu Ancestral Witch was. Relying only on fragments of information he had heard, Zheng Fa found it very difficult to find the whereabouts of such a powerful being.

On the other hand, he also had a concern: Did Houtu, the ancestral witch, have any consciousness?
Zheng Fa wandered around the Houtu tribe for several more months, but didn't even see a single hair of Houtu, the ancestral witch, and gradually became somewhat disheartened.

That day, he was squatting on a mound, watching two witches fighting each other, wearing only shorts, when a communication talisman came flying through the air.

"Fellow Daoist Shi? Did you gain anything? All the other fellow Daoists should return to the Five Organs Temple in the coming days to exchange information."

Zheng Fa glanced at the communication talisman, then at the group of passionate Wu Clan men in front of him, shook his head, and flew towards the Five Internal Organs Temple.

Inside the Five Viscera Temple, the Golden-Winged Roc and the White Lotus had already arrived, and the eight members of the Lu Clan were also waiting for them, but the Gu God and the White Bone Demon Ancestor had not yet arrived.

Upon seeing Zheng Fa arrive, the Daoist of Creation asked expectantly, "Where have you been lately, fellow Daoist? Have you gained anything?"

Zheng Fa's heart stirred, and he said half-truthfully, "I thought that the Wu Clan was powerful and controlled the land, so there must be many opportunities. I went to visit the Wu Clan, but unfortunately I came up empty-handed."

The eight members of the Lu clan, who had been frowning, immediately smiled with relief upon hearing Zheng Fa's answer.

Just as the Daoist of Creation was about to say something, he suddenly looked outside and laughed, "My two fellow Daoists have arrived."

Zheng Fa followed his gaze and saw the figures of the Gu God and the White Bone Demon Ancestor appear outside the hall, seemingly unaware of when they had appeared.

"You two fellow Daoists have arrived rather late." Daoist Creation nodded to the two of them, his expression showing little surprise. He then looked at Zheng Fa, his tone filled with comfort, "This humble Daoist has also not encountered any special opportunities."

He looked at the Golden-Winged Roc and the White Lotus.

The Golden-Winged Roc stood proudly, chest puffed out: "I have joined the demon race."

Zheng Fa was slightly taken aback. How did this Golden-Winged Roc communicate with those demons?

“The demon race includes my Great Roc clan. I am connected to them by blood, and we can communicate without any obstacles.” As he said this, the Golden-Winged Roc glanced at Zheng Fa again and sneered, “I have also mastered many of the languages ​​here.”

"In that case, it is indeed a fortunate opportunity for you, fellow Daoist." The Creation Daoist seemed oblivious to the smugness in his words and praised, "Joining the demon race and helping them unify the world might truly be a great act of merit."

He then looked at Bai Lian.

Bai Lian clasped his hands together, his face calm, and said, "This humble monk does not possess the abilities of Benefactor Dapeng. I merely serve by the side of the two patriarchs, guiding vengeful spirits, quelling wars, and accumulating merit."

Zheng Fa's heart skipped a beat, and the others looked at Bai Lian with great surprise—in Zixiao Palace, if anyone could be called the founder of Leiyin Temple, it would only be Zhunti and Jieyin.

So everyone's just trying to freeload!
Bai Lian added, "Although I learn slowly, I have some understanding of the local language."

The eight members of the Lu clan couldn't help but look at Zheng Fa, their gazes filled with more or less mockery.

Zheng Fa remained unmoved. He knew that the language barrier was not entirely insurmountable—the people in front of him were all powerful figures selected from among billions of Xuanwei cultivators.

Having lived here for more than half a year, it's not surprising that even if they could only use gestures at first, they can now master some everyday language.

The Daoist of Creation then asked, "Where are the other fellow Daoists?"

After a moment of silence, the Gu God and the White Bone Demon Ancestor said, "We are also searching around, but we haven't found much yet."

Her words sounded somewhat untrue.

The eight Lu people also said, "We are also learning the local language."

Daoist Zaohua shook his head: "I haven't gained anything either. It seems that Daoist Dapeng and Daoist Bailian have made some progress."

The people in the hall nodded slightly, and then Zaohua said, "Why don't you all share what you've seen and heard in your respective places?"

The group exchanged glances, knowing that they had all returned for this very reason—to exchange information.

Although they each harbored their own ulterior motives and distrusted each other, they shared the same goal: to obtain the Primordial Purple Qi.

Zheng Fa thought for a moment and then spoke first about the news he had heard from the Witch Clan. The Golden-Winged Roc listened very attentively—after all, he was going to help the Demon Clan unify the world, and the Witch Clan was naturally his greatest enemy.

After he finished speaking, the others also started talking about their own experiences. Although they were certainly holding back some information, Zheng Fa listened very attentively.

The Gu God suddenly mentioned some news, which cheered him up:
"Nuwa seems to have been wandering in the East Sea for the past few years and has not returned to the Demon Court for a long time."

Zheng Fa felt a surge of emotion. He looked at the others, including the Creation Daoist, who was also interested in the news. After all, Nuwa was one of the six people sitting on the futon, and she was obviously a big figure in this world.

The group discussed it for a while, but didn't take it too seriously. They were probably just looking for an opportunity to try their luck.

……

Having left the Five Internal Organs Temple, Zheng Fa flew directly towards the East China Sea.

In fact, Zheng Fa's first target was Nuwa, but unlike Houtu, who had a large and powerful family, Nuwa, although not alone, was also aloof from the world and only nominally belonged to the demon race, making it difficult to find her whereabouts.

He then decided to try and find Houtu first, but unexpectedly, he heard news of Nuwa from the God of Gu.

In Zheng Fa's opinion, no one in the world can compare to Nuwa in terms of great merit!
If the legend is true, then the only one who truly achieved sainthood through great merit was Nuwa, while Houtu could only be considered half a saint.

Even rubbing against Nuwa's thigh can bring you merit.

The ancient immortal realm was so vast that it took him half a year to travel from the Five Viscera Temple to the shores of the East Sea. He searched for another month near the East Sea before finally spotting Nuwa.

She was strolling along the beach, her brow furrowed, as if something was troubling her.

"Miss."

Zheng Fa landed before Nuwa and bowed in greeting.

"It's you." Nuwa's gaze softened upon seeing him, though the furrowed brow remained. "You came to see me?"

"……Yes."

Although he still didn't understand what state Nuwa was in now, the other party's keen insight still made Zheng Fa slightly startled, and he dared not hide anything.

"Yes, that woman who looks a bit like a witch also came to see me," Nuwa nodded.

Like the witch clan, and the woman, she must be a Gu god?

It seems that the Gu God has almost learned the local language as well?

Zheng Fa felt a pang of unease, when he heard Nuwa say, "You've come for the seventh futon?"

Zheng Fa slowly raised his head and saw Nuwa looking at him intently, her eyes seemingly knowing everything.

"Miss?"

Nuwa bent down, picked up a conch shell at her feet, and looked at the patterns on it in her palm.

“She told me a lot of things. It turns out that later generations really don’t know our names anymore. You come from a place called Xuanwei.”

Hearing this, Zheng Fa couldn't help but curse inwardly—

This Gu god even smashed the pot while eating, and he tells everyone everything.

To put it bluntly, the God of Gu probably realized that these saints were very interested in knowing about the future, so in order to win the favor of the Goddess Nuwa, he told her everything at once.

This made Zheng Fa's plan to gain merit much more difficult.

Seeing the expression on his face, Nuwa sighed softly: "So it's all true. In later generations, no one remembers us anymore."

"...It's not that there's no one."

"You know me?"

"Yes."

Zheng Fa said in a low voice.

"That woman wanted to gain merit, and I gave her a chance." Nuwa didn't ask any more questions, seemingly uninterested, and just looked towards the sea. "I asked her, I have sensed my opportunity to attain enlightenment, but there is a question that I have not been able to figure out. Can she tell me the answer?"

Zheng Fa was thrilled upon hearing this. The God of Gu might not know, but he knew all too well—it was about creating humans!
He seemed to be holding the standard answer from later generations, opening his mouth as if about to speak.

Nuwa then said, "I asked her, 'I listened to my teacher preach in Zixiao Palace and realized that my Dao lies in creation.'"

"Although the Witch and Demon races are powerful now, and I can barely be considered a member of the Demon race, one of them is ignorant and the other is ferocious, both of them are far from the Dao. If they truly become overlords, it will not be a blessing for all living beings."

"I asked her if she had any ideas, but she couldn't answer and just said she didn't know."

She doesn't know I do!

This is a completely open-book exam; with just two simple words, he can gain a great deal of merit!

Nuwa suddenly said, "Actually, I realized it a long time ago: to create humans."

"..."

Zheng Fa stared blankly at Nuwa, feeling as if this goddess Nuwa was teasing him, asking and answering her own questions, or even answering them first!

Seemingly amused by his expression, Nuwa chuckled and shook her head, saying, "When I saw you, I actually felt something in my heart."

Zheng Fa suddenly understood.

“Most of you are not innate deities, nor are you demons or witches,” Nuwa said, gazing into the distance with a dreamy look in her eyes. “Yet you came from the future, and among future cultivators, your strength must not be weak…”

"There is only one explanation..." Nuwa looked at Zheng Fa, her eyes filled with clarity, "You are the protagonists of the world in the future, perhaps even the only protagonists."

"..."

Zheng Fa was stunned.

He thought the memories in his mind were the answer.

Unexpectedly, the moment they appeared before Nuwa, everything was laid bare before this future sage.

They themselves are the answer!

Seeing his blank expression, Nuwa gently shook her head, gesturing for him to follow. The two walked slowly along the beach. Zheng Fa had a thousand words in his heart, but they all boiled down to one question:
"Your Majesty, since you already knew..."

Nuwa turned her head to look at Zheng Fa: "Are you asking why I don't create humans to become saints?"

"Yes."

Nuwa turned her head to look at the sky: "This is exactly the question I wanted to ask you."

"what?"

Why should I create humans to become saints?

"..."

Zheng Fa became increasingly confused, unable to understand the meaning of Nuwa's words for a moment.

Nuwa suddenly stopped in her tracks: "If what you know about the past is true, then I should create humans, become a saint, and then what?"

"……Then?"

"Since I will perish eventually, what's wrong with me creating humans?" Nuwa's question shocked Zheng Fa. "Or rather, is it really right for me to create humans?"

Zheng Fa looked at the Goddess Nuwa.

Nuwa's eyes were bright and her expression was dignified. Looking into the distance, her face showed deep doubt.

This saint, who had long since vanished from all the heavens and myriad realms, appeared so lifelike to Zheng Fa that he even began to reflect upon his own existence because of the arrival of Zheng Fa and the others.

Those witches were too stupid to communicate, but this Goddess Nuwa was too clever.

He originally thought this illusion was just a script, and that he had the answers from the future, allowing him to quickly progress through it.

Only now does he realize that it is far from that.

What he was holding wasn't a fill-in-the-blank question; he only needed to write the words "create a person" on the blank line.

He was faced with a proof question—why create humans?

As we all know, proof problems are the most difficult.

(End of this chapter)