The pilgrimage is complete, but the demons of the world have yet to be brought to heel. That burden falls on Bajie's shoulders, and he may encounter every sort of monster and fiend along the way.
Sun Wukong says, “You fool, you need to understand what it means to have no control over your own fate!”
Someone else says, “You dimwit, the pilgrimage was a chess game. The scriptures have been retrieved, but the game is only half over. From beginning to end, you were nothing but a pawn.”
I, Old Zhu, may be a fool who goes with the flow, but no matter who is playing the game, I will rely on my passion to protect the people by my side, even if I have to stand against Heaven!
(No System, no transmigration. A clumsy continuation of the original told from a different perspective on Bajie. The chapters draw on ancient collections of myths and monsters. I hope to make this tale rich enough to repay you readers for taking the time to stop by.)
