Those Five Hundred Years of Being Suppressed

As soon as Sun Kongkong crossed over, he saw a majestic sacred mountain pressing over his head. In an instant, he was knocked to the ground helplessly. MMP, who am I provoking? "You are a monkey, disturbing the world and doing all kinds of evil. From today on, you have to endure the wind, rain, iron pills and copper juice!" The majestic bald donkey with the Buddha's light slowly left. Throwing monkey? Am I becoming Sun Wukong? Damn it, old Tathagata, this time the feud has been forged, and when I come out of the mountain, it will be the time to lift your skull! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.