I am Sun Wukong.
To be precise, I am Sun Wukong who has been dead for five hundred years.
After I successfully learned the scriptures and became the Buddha of Victory, I realized that this was a big joke.
Tathagata Laoer and the Jade Emperor join forces to play a game, and learning from scriptures is just a reality show. We masters and disciples are just actors, performing a show for all sentient beings in the three realms.
The golden cudgel is a prop, the tightening curse is a script, and even the eighty-one difficulties are carefully designed plots.
On the day when the truth came out, Tang Seng continued to be his Sandalwood Merit Buddha, and Sha Seng Bajie also accepted his fate and took the position.
Only I, the ignorant monkey, smashed the Lingshan Dojo and wanted an explanation.
Then, I was "optimized".
When my soul was gone, I heard Tathagata sigh: "Wukong, you still don't understand the rules."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, and the talisman above my head was still dry.
Guanyin Bodhisattva stood in the clouds, and his voice was as kind as ever: "Sun Wukong, would you like to protect Monk Tang from going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures?"
I looked at this familiar face and smiled.
"Learning from the scriptures? Okay."
"But this time, you have to act according to my script."
