Thousands of years later, the three realms collapsed, Buddha passed away, and gods fell. The Monkey King once crushed Ling Xiao, and only a trace of his soul was left to wake up in the apocalypse where machines and flesh and blood are intertwined - in this world, the base city stands in the ruins of nuclear pollution, monsters eat cyber Buddhist scriptures, and his golden cudgel turns into dust, scattered among the neon lights and blood and fire.
The pilgrims of the past traveled west again: the gluttonous demon king hid the fangs of the pure altar envoy, the scales of the resentful dragon on the seabed were filled with the hatred of the eight heavenly dragons, and the chest cavity of the mecha god beat with the fire of the alchemy furnace. When the cloned Tang Monk was reciting the "Heart Sutra" in the laboratory, the six-eared macaque came sneering from the crack in time... Only then did they realize that the twenty-seven difficulties were just an unawakened dream on the Lingyun Ferry.
There are no true scriptures here in Lingshan, only white bones illuminating the Zen mind.
