The so-called perfection of merit is just another, more delicate cage.
When Wukong was awarded the title of "Fighting and Victorious Buddha", his fiery golden eyes that saw through illusions saw the cracks under the Lingshan Mountain.
Why can the golden-winged roc, which cannibalize countless people, be safely sheltered because of his status as Buddha's uncle? Why is Huan Xifo, the traitor who used to intercept and explain the religion, now ranked in the Immortal Class and regard the massacre of his fellow disciples as an achievement of "overcoming the tribulation"?
The boundaries between gods and demons, Buddhas and ghosts suddenly blurred, and the so-called good and evil seemed to be just laws written by the victors. When the cornerstone of faith collapses, awakening becomes the unpardonable original sin.
The "Fighting and Victorious Buddha" no longer wanted to be a clay idol of this hypocritical order, so the Monkey King, who once made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, raised his golden cudgel again, not to subvert the three realms, but to issue a final question to this supreme being.
