I once thought that traveling to the West was a practice and becoming a Buddha was a kind of liberation.
It wasn't until I stabbed the golden cudgel into Tathagata's chest with my own hands that I realized - this spiritual mountain is a tomb, and becoming a Buddha means martyrdom.
Five hundred years ago, Sun Wukong did not cause havoc in the Heavenly Palace, but held a silent funeral for the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
Five hundred years later, I climbed out of the corpse in Wuzhishan and became the last "mourner" to know the truth.
Heaven said I was a demon, Lingshan called me a devil, only Ksitigarbha gave me a wry smile at the end of reincarnation: "You are finally here... There is only one coffin bearer left for this funeral."
And when I opened the rosette of the Great Leiyin Temple, I discovered that buried underneath was the already dried golden body of Wukong and the Victory Buddha——
It turns out that the ones he wanted to bury were not just the Buddhas.
And himself.
