Journey to the West: from the Stone Monkey to the Fighting Buddha

I jumped out of the stone Later they called me the Monkey King, the Monkey King, the Monkey King, and finally the Victorious Buddha. But I remember that at first I was just a stone monkey on the sea staring at the stars in a daze. I once climbed to the top of the sky, thinking that I could get real freedom by crushing the Nantianmen; I was once crushed under the mountain, and five hundred years of loneliness could not erase the slightest bit of unruliness in my eyes. Until I met that nagging monk, put on the inescapable golden hoop, and embarked on a journey of thousands of miles to obtain Buddhist scriptures. They all say this is spiritual practice. But I know that what I am fighting along the way is not demons, but delusions; what I want to gain is not the sutra, but myself. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.