I traveled through the world of gods and demons, and wrote "Journey to the West" as a story just to make ends meet.
I thought I could earn some reward money, but I didn't know that this world was the origin of Journey to the West.
Until that day, there was an earth-shattering roar from Huaguo Mountain:
"Writer of books! Tell me, old grandson - if I don't cause trouble in the Heavenly Palace and don't protect Tang Monk, what can all these gods and Buddhas in the sky do to me?!"
Monkey King came to my door with my book.
From then on, fate was completely out of control:
Heaven couldn't wait for the monster monkeys causing trouble in Heaven. The Tathagata discovered that the script for seeking scriptures had been spoiled by others, and I, the "prophet author", became the biggest variable in the three realms.
Sun Wukong took my book and started a secret game with Tathagata that spanned a thousand years:
"You said this is my life? I want to show it to you instead!"
However, Patriarch Bodhi stroked his beard and chuckled: "Now that you are in the game, why not go with the flow and see what is hidden under this pool of water?"
The path to seek enlightenment is still the same, but the person walking it is sober.
This is a reverse journey using a known script to confront destiny and cause and effect.
And the still-dry ink of my pen is quietly rewriting the final chapter of the entire myth...
