I am a louse, born on the head of Sun Wukong.
For a hundred and eight thousand years, I have gnawed at Tathagata's finger bones, bit the Jade Emperor's earlobe, sucked the blood of Xian'e, and hid it in the most unruly hair of the Monkey King. I have seen all the hypocrisy and calculations of gods and Buddhas.
Making havoc in the Heavenly Palace is a game, with the cries of all demons locked in the golden cudgel; seeking scriptures from the Western Heaven is a show, the cassock is made of human skin, and if the curse is recited once, Sun Wukong's original intention will die.
Five hundred years under the Five Elements Mountain, I watched the light in the monkey's eyes gradually extinguish, and the Tathagata's black vines entangled in his blood. When the last spiritual hair fell, I jumped into the crevice of Mount Sumeru with it in my mouth.
Three thousand years later, I crawled out.
With the swallowed spiritual hair and spiritual energy, and with the resentment of a hundred and eight thousand years, I grew bigger than the mountain, and my claws could tear the golden body apart.
The lock of Nantianmen broke under my claws, and the bricks of Lingxiao Palace shattered between my teeth.
I will bite through the thirty-third heaven and turn the gods and Buddhas in the sky into ants that are so itchy that they go crazy.
I want to go to the foot of Five Elements Mountain and say to that monkey:
"This time, I will be the great sage."
"And you, just watch."
