"Journey to the West: Flowers from Black Bones" reconstructs the dark universe of Journey to the West - gods and Buddhas are not symbols of mercy and salvation, but upstarts who harvest the souls of all living beings; the path to seek scriptures is not an opportunity to practice righteousness, but is actually a huge scam to imprison the three realms.
The stone monkey is not transformed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but a game-breaker born from the bones of the old god "Lord of Chaos". The golden cudgel is the mountain-breaking ax that splits the hypocritical world; the Tang Monk is not the reincarnation of the Buddha, but a tenth-generation sacrifice whose soul was extracted. The last blood contract of the old god is hidden under his cassock. Bajie, Sha Seng, and Long Ma are all burdened with tampered memories. As descendants of rebels, they have become pawns decorated with "compassion" by gods and Buddhas.
Every step of the journey to the west is "sacred" in Lingchi: Huaguo Mountain is the cemetery of the old gods, and the Son-Mother River of the Daughter Kingdom flows with the menstrual blood and curses of the old gods, giving birth to vessels of faith to be sacrificed; the White Bone Spirit uses three transformations to convey the obliterated truth, and the true fire of Samadhi of Red Boy is actually the resentment of the Fire Crow tribe for being sacrificed alive, burning the hypocrisy of the new gods.
When Sun Wukong tore the cracks in the Buddha's palm at Five Elements Mountain, and Monk Tang burned the fragments of the Shituoling Sutra, the master and his disciples finally awakened: "Practice" is to tear the shackles of the gods and Buddhas as prisons, and "correct fruit" is to let the flowers of freedom bloom on the black bones of the old gods.
In this dark epic, gods and Buddhas are not good, demons are not evil, and the three realms are just a slaughterhouse for the game between old and new gods. What they want to split are the golden lies woven by gods and Buddhas, so that all defined and imprisoned souls can see: Heaven is not supposed to be a gold-plated cage.
