I traveled through time and became the seventh sister of Pansi Cave - and was immediately beaten to death by Sun Wukong.
But I'm alive again. The monkey that killed me squatted in front of me, with confused eyes: "I can't tell whether this is a dream or reality."
On the way west, the gods and Buddhas were merciful, and the monsters deserved to be killed - until I discovered that every monster killed had the mark of Buddhism in its body. The real and fake Monkey King, the blackened Tathagata, the long-dead Golden Chanzi... This journey of learning is a five-hundred-year chess game.
And I am the only variable.
When the truth came to light, I realized: Sometimes, what is more terrifying than monsters are the gods and Buddhas who are full of compassion.
