They all say that the journey west is an act of atonement.
They all say this journey is meant to save all living beings.
Only I know that it is all an act.
I am Tang Sanzang, a chosen "director."
My three disciples are three unreliable "actors."
The Eighty-One Tribulations are a "script" already written.
The gods in the heavens and the demons across the land are the most committed "extras" in this grand production.
They play at loyalty and betrayal, compassion and greed.
And amid this grand, farcical performance, I draw ever closer to the ultimate truth hidden behind the script, a truth powerful enough to overturn the Three Realms.
When the Heavenly Dao is the script and all living beings are actors,
should I follow the plot and become the destined "Buddha"?
Or should I tear up the script, and for that tiny spark of truth, become an enemy of the Three Realms...?
Help! When reading this book, I always felt that the author had installed surveillance in my company! Isn't that Tang Seng who talks so much about "methodology" and "underlying logic" our shady leader? Isn't that Zhu Bajie, who thinks about how to fish every day and relies solely on his mouth, the colleague at the desk next to me? And Monk Sha, who talks about "process compliance" and writes reports at every turn, is like a soul possessed by me! Watching Sun Wukong being driven crazy by all kinds of outrageous "processes" and "reports", I really laughed out loud! This book is my "mouth substitute". It spits out all the things I want to say but dare not say! Five-star praise, not for anything else, just for this damn resonance!