I was originally a stone monkey in Huaguo Mountain, with no name, no surname, no hair, no memory.
Buddhism and Taoism are vying to hunt me down, just because of the piece of iron in my hand. They suspected that I was the remnant soul of Sun Monkey, and they were afraid.
However, I am me, so why should I rely on Sun Monkey's majesty and my own strength to turn this cannibalistic world upside down?
