I woke up as Sun Wukong beneath the Five Elements Mountain.
While I was still in a daze, Tang Sanzang lifted the seal at the summit.
I hurriedly shouted, “The pilgrimage for scriptures is a trap! Don’t fall for it!”
But an invisible silencing spell clamped around my throat, and I could only watch as the seal drifted away.
The next moment, the White Dragon Horse swallowed Tang Sanzang’s horse. I tried to warn him in advance, but he recited the Tightening Spell.
Guanyin smiled. “Wukong, you can take the blame for this one.”
Only later did I find out that the entire Journey to the West was a reality show.
Every tribulation was scripted, and I was the designated scapegoat.
I acted out the White Bone Demon's scenes and took the blame for the Yellow Wind Monster.
Until one day, I flipped the bird at Heaven’s surveillance cameras.
“Director, I’m done playing this monkey!”
