Five hundred years ago, the Huaguo Mountain was filled with steaming clouds and rosy clouds. The seven holy saints formed a blood alliance, and with the word "fairness" as their front, they led thousands of monsters to conquer the sky.
But in the end, they died and dispersed, leaving only the Monkey King trapped under the Five Elements Mountain, listening to the wind and swallowing the rain.
Five hundred years later, he put on the tight band and embarked on the westward journey, and his footsteps were all gone.
The journey to learn the scriptures is long, is it a chess game played by Buddhism and Taoism, or is it a re-examination of the fairness of the past?
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