My Thirty-Third Heaven

I have forgotten how many years I have been sitting in this Lingxiao Palace. What I hope every day is that something interesting will happen in these thirty-third heavens. At the Yaochi Grand Party, a farce turned into a personal show of my stupid nephew, tearing apart the falseness of this corner of heaven. There is a monkey shouting at Nantianmen: "The emperor will take turns to sit at my house next year." He thought he could become the Jade Emperor just by holding a stick in his hand. His naivety made me laugh. Why did that neither-male nor female monk and that cicada think that Tathagata and I were of the same sect? "I am the master of these six realms, and I have never had a fellow traveler." The only thing I looked down upon were those three people. They were like a puddle of putrid stagnant water, lifeless. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.