"Journey to the West: Red Silk in the Cracks of Stones"
Sun Wukong was pressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years.
In the past five hundred years, no one has come to see him.
Until that night, a cow, a child, and a boy riding a hot wheel came from outside the mountain.
"That's my brother." Said the Bull Demon King.
"That's my uncle." Honghai'er said.
"That's the person I... Owe five hundred years to." Nezha said.
Facing the mountain and the golden post on the top of the mountain, they did something that no one had dared to do in five hundred years.
When Tathagata turned his palms and pressed them down, the three people were lying on the ground, covered in blood.
Red Boy asked: "Dad, when will we come next time?"
The Bull Demon King remained silent.
Nezha answered for him: "Tomorrow."
In the crevice of the mountain, a monkey's paw stretched out, clutching a piece of red damask.
The golden light on the top of the mountain suddenly flashed.
Like an uncontrollable sigh.
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