On New Year's Eve in the Year of the Dragon in 2000, I had a dream.
In the dream, I became Sun Wukong, wielding a golden cudgel, and fighting with hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals outside the Lingxiao Palace. It felt so real - real fear, real pain, real... Not wanting to lose.
When I woke up, there was a faint tattoo on my palm. A lazy voice sounded in my ears:
"I, Sun, will lend you my body. One skill a day, self-enlightenment. Don't let others see it, otherwise - get out."
Just like that, I was possessed by the Monkey King.
Every day when I wake up, I will get a random spell: invisibility, transportation, transformation, immobilization, mind reading... Each spell can only be used three times, and each time cannot be detected by anyone.
What can you do with these skills?
I've tried many. He helped the widow in the village seek justice, "transformed" new year's goods for the villagers, "borrowed" ill-gotten gains from the casino, and "see through" the opponent's trump cards in the business war. I went from the countryside to the county town, and from the county town to Beijing. From a wage earner, I became... Something that many stories dare not write about.
But the great sage said that these are not skills. The real skill is - after having the power to reach heaven and earth, you can still behave like an ordinary person and behave well.
This is a story about secrets.
This is a story about choice.
This is a story about ordinary people who still choose to protect the fireworks in the world when you have the power of gods and demons.
Don't believe it? Then look down.
Remember, don't tell anyone.
