After three hundred years of studying the scriptures, Lingshan is no longer the same Lingshan it used to be.
Tang Monk's tin staff broke for no reason in front of the Main Hall, and the fracture was covered with green and black rust, like a forgotten resentful soul gnawing at him; Sun Wukong's golden hoop was still there, but his golden eyes were burning more and more, and he could always catch a glimpse of the ink mist seeping out of the cracks in Tathagata's golden body; two skull necklaces were missing from Sha Wujing's neck, and the rest The eight stars burned hot every night, reflecting the mysterious murder he witnessed in the Buddhist world when he was the general of the rolling curtain. Even the most greedy Zhu Bajie split open the virtual and real world late one night and saw the souls of the Gaolaozhuang tribesmen suppressed under the glazed tiles of Lingshan. This was a hundred-year blood debt laid by the Buddhist world to let him "break off the mortal bond".
When the seal of the "No Return Well" in the back mountain was broken, wherever the well water overflowed, the Buddha's light turned into a poisonous mist. Countless demons and monsters killed by the sutra-collecting team and heretics obliterated by the Buddhist world turned into "faceless ghosts" and walked out of the mist. The leading shadow was wearing a tattered cassock, and his face was exactly the same as Tang Monk's mortal form: "Jin Chanzi, you took the scripture and became a Buddha, but who will carry us through the abandoned 'past'?"
The moment the Tathagata's golden body suddenly shattered, Sun Wukong finally understood: the so-called sutra acquisition is just a scam in the Buddhist world to use faith to harvest the luck of the three realms; the so-called golden hoop is never a magical weapon to restrain wildness, but a shackle to lock his true soul. When the remnant soul of the six-eared macaque emerged from the black mist and stood side by side with him, the golden hoop exploded inch by inch——
"When did I, grandson, become your Buddha slave?"
This time, what they want to retrieve is not the false scriptures from Lingshan, but the buried truth; what they want to fight is not the road.
