My name is Sun Wukong, and I fight to defeat the Buddha.
Tathagata called me that day and said that Lingshan was losing money and the Westward Journey project team was disbanded on the spot without even N+1.
Seeing my ability of seventy-two transformations, he suggested that I go to Zibo, Shandong Province to give it a try, saying that the barbecue there was in need of talents who could breathe fire.
I believed him.
Finally, when we arrived at Zibo Station, the master wore a red vest and held a sign to pick us up. Bajie was chopping meat in the kitchen until his hands cramped. Sha Monk rode a battery cart all over the city delivering takeaways. The white dragon horse was lying in front of the store as a mascot. We paid ten yuan to take a picture.
I thought this was the daily routine of being laid off and re-employed, until that night, the sound of war drums that had not stopped for three thousand years came from the underground.
An old man with a white beard wearing a T-shirt and slippers comes here every day to eat skewers. He doesn't give you any money after eating, saying, "Charge it to my account."
Later I found out that the old man's name was Jiang Ziya.
And three thousand meters underground in Zibo, there are still unfinished items on the list of gods.
It's me they've been waiting for for three thousand years.
