I, Xuanzang, am an NPC on the way west.
The system narration said that it was the 9999th time that I embarked on the journey to seek enlightenment.
But this time, I saw the blurred ink stains at the edges of the shadows, and heard the murmur of the narrator misreading the script.
My eldest disciple, Wukong, always stares at a baby bellyband in a daze late at night.
The white dragon in Yingchoujian handed over Ni Lin, crying and begging me to wake up this time.
The pig demon in Gaolaozhuang carved thousands of "righteous" characters on the wine gourd, saying that he could remember a little bit of the truth every time he got drunk.
Until I found a notebook in the ashes of Guanyinyuan. The title page was my own handwriting:
"Record of the 9000th reincarnation: Today, I discovered that I am not who I am."
It turns out that there is no true scripture in the Western Heaven, only a pen to imprison all living beings.
The "Tathagata" who wrote the book, Mr. Liu, is my most trusted friend in real life.
This time, I won't learn from it. I want to collect nine broken pens, pierce the sky, and tell all the drawn souls that we have to write our own lives! This is not only the story of Xuanzang, but also the story of every soul who tries to draw his own shape in the destined destiny. The true scripture is not in the west, but in every step I take, in the name of my new pen, painting me, dedicated to all those who are not willing to just be roles.
