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In the world of Journey to the West, there is Lingtai Fangcun Mountain and Xieyue Sanxing Cave.

Sun Wukong lived on this mountain for several years, sweeping, chopping wood, carrying water, cooking, chanting scriptures, meditating, and listening to the patriarch preach with his fellow disciples.

He never slacks off, and he never complains.

His fellow students thought he was just an ordinary monkey, only a little smarter and more diligent, but he didn't have any other skills.

Nobody knows what's going on in this monkey's head.

Sun Wukong tried his best to keep those dreams, those experiences, and that wisdom hidden away.

He showed no signs of anxiety; aside from his daily labor, he studied the basic Taoist methods.

Such as guided breathing exercises, Zhouyi (Book of Changes) deductions, talismanic water incantations, etc.

However, these are more auxiliary contents of the cultivation system than the core independent skills taught.

On this day, Patriarch Bodhi ascended the altar and began to expound the Great Way.

Sun Wukong stood among his disciples, listening attentively.

After the patriarch finished his sermon, he glanced at the audience and suddenly called out, "Wukong!"

Sun Wukong stepped forward, knelt down, and said, "Disciple is here."

The patriarch looked at him and asked, "How long have you been here?"

Sun Wukong thought for a moment, "This disciple doesn't remember very clearly, but I do remember eating peaches on the mountain seven times."

The master nodded. "Seven years have passed. What would you like to learn?"

Sun Wukong said, "I will follow the teachings of my ancestor."

The patriarch said, "How about I teach you a method from the 'technique' school?"

Sun Wukong asked, "Will learning this grant me immortality?"

The patriarch said, "No."

Sun Wukong shook his head, "I won't learn it, I won't learn it."

The patriarch then asked, "Then shall I teach you the Daoist methods of the Flowing Character School?"

Sun Wukong asked, "Will learning this grant me immortality?"

The patriarch said, "No."

Sun Wukong shook his head again, "I won't learn, I won't learn."

The patriarch then said, "Shall I teach you the Daoist methods of the 'Quiet' school?"

Sun Wukong still asked, "Is it possible to live forever?"

The patriarch said, "No."

Sun Wukong shook his head again, "I won't learn, I won't learn."

The patriarch slammed the ruler on the table, stood up, pointed at Sun Wukong, and scolded, "You monkey, you won't learn this, you won't learn that, so what do you want to learn?"

He picked up the ruler and tapped Sun Wukong on the head three times, then turned and left with his hands behind his back, leaving his disciples standing there in the hall.

The other disciples turned pale with fright and surrounded Sun Wukong, scolding him, "You impudent monkey! Master taught you magic, but you refused to learn and even dared to talk back! Now look what you've done, you've angered Master!"

Sun Wukong knelt on the ground, but did not utter a word.

He lowered his head, looking at the ground, but his mind was perfectly clear.

Bodhi Patriarch knocked three times, then walked away with his hands behind his back.

That meant he could sneak in through the back door in the middle of the night and secretly teach him real skills.

……

That night, Sun Wukong pretended to be asleep.

After all his fellow disciples had fallen asleep, he quietly got up, put on his clothes, and slipped out of the room.

After walking through the long corridor and around the hall, we arrived at the back door of the ancestral master's sleeping quarters.

The door was ajar, and Sun Wukong pushed it open.

The patriarch was meditating inside when he heard the noise. He smiled and said, "This monkey is indeed clever."

Sun Wukong knelt before his master and kowtowed three times. "Master, your disciple has arrived."

The patriarch turned around, looked at him, and laughed, "You clever monkey. You don't study those Taoist arts during the day, are you trying to learn the art of immortality?"

Sun Wukong nodded, "This disciple does not wish to die. This disciple wishes to live as long as heaven and earth, and to be the same age as the sun and moon. I beg Master to teach me the art of immortality."

The patriarch nodded, "Very well. We are destined to meet, so I will pass on the teachings to you."

"Thank you, Master."

……

From that day on, Sun Wukong went to his master's room every night to learn skills.

During the day, he would sweep the floor, chop wood, fetch water, cook, chant scriptures and meditate with his fellow disciples, and study various basic Taoist practices.

No one knew that Sun Wukong was learning real Taoist magic every night.

The first thing the patriarch taught Sun Wukong was called the Great Celestial Immortal Technique.

That is the foundation of the art of immortality, the true path to cultivating immortality.

Sun Wukong studied diligently and practiced assiduously.

I practice during the day, I practice at night, I practice while eating, I practice while carrying water, I even practice in my dreams.

Three years later, Sun Wukong attained enlightenment, grasped the essence of the Dharma, and was imbued with divine power.

escaping the cycle of reincarnation, living as long as the heavens, and never having to fear death again.

But Sun Wukong didn't know that in another instance world, there was someone sharing all the fruits of his cultivation.

Next, Patriarch Bodhi taught Sun Wukong how to avoid the three calamities.

Thunder from heaven, fire from the underworld, and wind from the north—these three calamities are deadly; if you can't escape them, you'll die.

The patriarch said, "Which one do you want to learn? There are thirty-six transformations of the Heavenly Dipper and seventy-two transformations of the Earthly Fiends."

Sun Wukong said, "This disciple is willing to learn more."

The patriarch said, "Very well. Then I will teach you the Seventy-Two Transformations of Earthly Fiends."

Sun Wukong learned seventy-two transformations, which allowed him to transform into birds, fish, trees, stones, people, and houses.

He can transform into anything he wants; in the blink of an eye, the universe and all things are at his command.

The patriarch then taught Sun Wukong the art of cloud-riding, saying, "These clouds are the monkey's clouds."

The patriarch said, "You just learned to fly on the clouds, but you're not fast enough. You need to learn to fly even faster."

Sun Wukong asked, "What counts as fast?"

The patriarch said, "To travel the world in a single day is true speed."

Sun Wukong said, "Then Master, teach me."

Only then did the patriarch teach Sun Wukong the Somersault Cloud.

One somersault covers 108,000 li.

Sun Wukong learned it and jumped for joy, "Master, shall I try?"

The patriarch nodded.

Sun Wukong somersaulted and vanished in a flash.

After a moment, he flipped back and landed in front of the patriarch. “Master, I flew to the East Sea for a look, and then flew back.”

The patriarch smiled.

Sun Wukong lived in the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars for several years, learning all the skills he needed.

He was proficient in all the Great Celestial Techniques, Seventy-Two Transformations, and Somersault Cloud.

The Patriarch said, "Wukong, it's time for you to go."

Sun Wukong was stunned. "Master, your disciple hasn't learned enough yet."

The patriarch shook his head. "That's enough. What you've learned is sufficient for you. Go down the mountain! Cultivate diligently from now on, do not cause trouble, and do not bully others. Remember your name—Sun Wukong."

Sun Wukong knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. "Master, your disciple has remembered."

He stood up, walked to the cave entrance, and looked back.

The patriarch had his back to him and his eyes were closed.

Sun Wukong somersaulted, mounted a cloud, and flew away.

……

Meanwhile, in another instance world.

Su Ning was sitting on the veranda of the courtyard house, drinking tea.

Suddenly, he shuddered, and a tremendous power surged from the depths of his soul.

It wasn't just a little bit, it was overwhelming and surging.

That power flowed into his limbs and bones, into his meridians and dantian, into every pore of his body.

His cultivation level began to soar.

Late Nascent Soul stage, Deity Transformation stage, Body Integration stage, Tribulation Transcending stage, Mahayana stage...

It sped along like a rocket, unstoppable.

Su Ning stood there, teacup raised in mid-air, forgetting to drink.

At that moment, he sensed it.

Sun Wukong was learning the Great Celestial Immortal Technique, and he himself was also learning it.

Sun Wukong was practicing the Seventy-Two Transformations, and so was he.

Sun Wukong was somersaulting on his cloud, and so was he. Sun Wukong became a Taiyi Loose Immortal, and so did he.

That's the level of immortals in the Journey to the West world. Although Taiyi Sanxian isn't the highest, in this world, no one can rival him.

(In the Journey to the West world, the ranks of immortals, from highest to lowest, are: Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, Daluo Jinxian, Jinxian, Taiyi Tianxian, and Taiyi Sanxian, etc.)
Suning put down his teacup and closed his eyes.

He sensed that Sun Wukong had somersaulted, flying from the East Sea to the West Sea, from the West Sea to the South Sea, and from the South Sea to the North Sea.

He sensed that Sun Wukong had transformed into a bird and was traveling through the clouds.

He sensed that Sun Wukong had transformed into a fish and was swimming in the sea.

He sensed Sun Wukong standing on the mountaintop, laughing heartily.

At this moment, Suning couldn't help but laugh.

This monkey is really useful.

……

The courtyard was quiet.

Yan Ruyu went out to film a movie, and Ma Dongmei went with her to handle the announcements. The crew members were all busy with post-production, leaving Su Ning alone in the courtyard.

He sat on the veranda, and when his tea got cold, he didn't bother to refill it.

Close your eyes and sense the monkey in another world.

Sun Wukong was somersaulting on his cloud, sweeping across the East China Sea. The cloud layer was torn open, and the fishing boats on the sea were pushed about by the air currents.

The fishermen looked up at the sky but saw nothing, assuming it was just a strange wind.

Su Ning mentally flipped through the list.

It wasn't a physical overturning, but a complete overturning of the soul.

Although his body was still sitting in the chair, his soul had already soared to the clouds.

The night sky of Beijing unfolds beneath my feet, a tapestry of lights from countless homes, and a constant flow of traffic.

Suning somersaulted out and came to a stop, already floating over the Pacific Ocean.

The moon was big and round, hanging on the sea, turning the shimmering waves into shimmering silver.

Su Ning hovered in mid-air, looked around, and thought to himself, "This is a good spot; no one can see me."

Suning has started practicing his 72 transformations again.

The first transformation is into a bird.

With the image of a bird in mind, his soul stirred, and he transformed into a seagull, spreading his wings and gliding with the help of the sea breeze.

Seagulls see the world differently; the sky is bluer, the water is clearer, and distant fishing boats look like leaves floating on the sea.

Suning flapped its wings twice, but wasn't satisfied, so it changed again.

This time, it's a transformation into an eagle.

Seagulls' wings are too soft and not strong enough.

Eagles are different; with a flap of their wings, the air currents propel them straight upwards.

Su Ning circled a few times above the clouds, then saw a fish leaping out of the water below. He dove down, his claws almost touching the fish's back before he remembered…

He was practicing martial arts, not actually hunting.

They quickly pulled him up; he almost fell into the sea.

Then, he turned into a fish.

With a thought, the eagle folded up, transformed into a sailfish, and plunged into the sea.

The sailfish has a long, streamlined body, and with a flick of its tail, it can dart far away.

Suning swam in the water for a while, but then felt it wasn't enough, so he turned into a shark.

Sailfish are too fast, but not fierce enough.

Sharks may be slow, but their ferocity is addictive.

Suning patrolled the seabed for a while, scared away a group of small fish, and then got bored.

It can turn into trees, stones, houses, and people.

He had transformed into an old man, with a white beard and white hair, standing on the beach leaning on a cane.

The waves crashed over his ankles, feeling chilly.

Su Ning looked down at her hands; they were withered, with bulging veins, and covered in age spots.

This feels so real, it's something makeup can't replicate.

He quickly changed back; it's good to be young.

The night in the capital was already deep.

Suning's spirit returned from the Pacific Ocean to the courtyard house.

He was still sitting on the veranda, but the tea had gone completely cold.

I picked up the teacup and took a sip. The cool tea was refreshing.

Suning continued practicing his somersault cloud technique, mainly because the feeling was just too exhilarating.

This time, it wasn't a somersault in the soul, but a somersault with the body.

In a single somersault, one travels 108,000 li (approximately 54,000 kilometers), starting from the capital, turning westward, crossing the Loess Plateau, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the Himalayas, finally landing in the Indian Ocean.

It flips over again, crosses the African continent, and lands on the Atlantic coast.

It flipped over again, crossed the American continent, and landed in the Pacific Ocean.

Turning back, we were back in Beijing.

My body rolled around several times, as if I had taken several free round-the-world flights.

Even the most advanced radar cannot detect Suning's somersault cloud; from now on, he can soar across the world freely.

……

The next day, Yan Ruyu returned from outside.

She pushed open the door and saw Su Ning sitting on the porch, holding a cup of cold tea, a smile on her face. "You didn't sleep all night?"

Suning nodded. "Not sleepy."

Yan Ruyu walked over and sat down next to him. "What are you thinking about?"

Su Ning thought for a moment, "I want a monkey."

Yan Ruyu was taken aback. "A monkey?"

Suning smiled but offered no explanation.

He stood up and stretched.

My soul and body have been running wild outside all night, and my body has been sitting all night; it needs to move around.

Suning walked around the yard twice and looked up at the sky.

The clouds were thick and gray, making it impossible to see where the monkey was.

But Suning knows that it has always been there, becoming a source of strength for him.

In another world, the monkey was somersaulting on a cloud, flying from the East Sea to the West Sea, from the West Sea to the South Sea, and from the South Sea to the North Sea.

And Suning's soul also flew along with it.

Ma Dongmei came out of the house, notebook in hand, and hurried out. "Su Ning, Ru Yu, I'm going out. There's a notice to discuss today."

Suning nodded.

Ma Dongmei walked to the door, then stopped, turned back to look at Su Ning, and asked, "You didn't sleep a wink last night?"

"No."

Ma Dongmei looked at him meaningfully for a while, as if she wanted to ask something, but then swallowed her words.

Then she turned and left.

Yan Ruyu also went to prepare for today's events.

Su Ning was left alone in the courtyard again.

He sat down and brewed another pot of tea.

I closed my eyes, and my soul floated up again.

This time we won't go to the Pacific Ocean; we'll just fly over Beijing.

Su Ning transformed into a sparrow and landed on the roof of the courtyard house, looking down at her own body sitting below.

The body held a teacup, eyes closed, quiet and still, like a student taking a nap.

The sparrow tilted its head, finding it quite amusing.

Then it changed again, turning into a cloud that floated above the courtyard.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, shining brightly in the courtyard.

Su Ning sat on the veranda, holding a teacup, a smile on her face.

Nobody knows what he's doing, nobody knows what he can do, and nobody knows where he went last night.

Only Suning knows.

The monkey was doing somersaults in another world, and he followed suit.

The monkey turned into a shark at the bottom of the sea, and he followed suit.

This auto-play feature is really useful.

...(End of this chapter)