Journey to the West: Monkey King's BBQ Cause and Effect Record

Heaven said: All sentient beings should forget. Buddhism says: Obsession is an obstacle. So where the ashes of the incense fell, the name disappeared; when the sutra sound was heard, the fire in the stove was extinguished. But at night in Huaguo Mountain, there is always a wisp of smoke that refuses to bow its head. She was originally an unknown child at the foot of Lingshan Mountain. Just because she found a rusty iron frame, she was able to use fireworks as a guide and cause and effect as fuel to bake wings that would make the gods cry and simmer porridge that would make the heavenly soldiers abandon their armor. No one knows where that frame came from, and no one knows why the depths of her eyes always reflect the pulse of the earth. Until the Great Sage Qitian tore up the heavenly rules, came on the clouds, and asked with a smile: "Girl, can your stove burn through the Nantian Gate?" From then on, one person held the sword and the other monkey held the stick, setting off from the barren valley and re-taking the old journey to the west—— I don't worship Buddha, I don't seek immortality, I just ask: If it can't even accommodate a bowl of hot rice, what's the use of these three realms? They met gods and destroyed gods, saw Buddha and asked him: The clairvoyant eye tastes the wings and recalls childhood, the ears listen to the porridge and understand the Sanskrit sounds, the king holding the pagoda clenches the pagoda and his heart trembles, Nezha burns the books and blood books and returns to the dust... It turns out that the so-called "rebellion" is just that some people still remember the porridge their mother cooked, the name engraved on the stove, and the child's name. But the heaven is furious, Laojun secretly prepares the incense to purify the world, and issues the order to burn the mountain. Her right eye was gradually blinding, and the cracks in her palm were like dry rivers, but she still stood in front of the stove and whispered: "Turn on the stove." ——This firework is not burning demons, but forgetfulness; What we protect is not the mountains, but the world. When all names will be erased, who will remember you ever lived? When all the stove fires are extinguished, who dares to fight for a hot meal? The answer lies in that wisp of smoke that refuses to go out.