Five hundred years ago, I took refuge in gods and Buddhas, crushed the sky and became a legend.
Five hundred years later, I am the sharpest knife in heaven. I have no name, no past, only the instinct of "fight and win".
They say that I was once the Monkey King, but now I am just the remains of my anger washed away.
They gave me [a restraint] to calm my soul and make me forget my anger, delusion and delusion.
Until I touched the demon corpse and saw the erased memory fragments——
It's me who laughs wildly in the peach garden;
It was me who brutally killed my junior brother by the Liusha River;
And at the end of the Lingshan Mountain, the one who swept towards the Buddhas with a stick... Turned out to be me!
When the restraints are tightened by the truth, when the order is broken by memories.
Jiang Liu'er sat upright in the sky and warned in a gentle voice: "Wukong, turn around and find the shore."
The white bones buried by my own hands whispered in my ears: "Wake up."
This time, the golden cudgel is not for protecting the Dharma or becoming a Buddha.
Just to expose this thousand-year scam, I ask:
"If this world is all false, I will turn it upside down again!"
