In the Jingtan Messenger Hall, there are forty-seven spider webs that have not been worshiped for three hundred years.
Zhu Bajie swallowed the golden elixir and began an unstoppable journey - he met his young self, the ferocious pig demon who forcibly married Gao Cuilan; he saw the truth behind Tianpeng's demotion, and Chang'e was originally a political victim; he rescued a cannon fodder in the Ten Thousand Immortals Array, snatched a box of agricultural books from Afang Palace, and took away a seed from the Old Summer Palace...
The price is: losing her left ear, losing her pride, and losing her name.
When he was finally able to say "I'm full" to the girl at the night market in 2024, he understood——
It turns out that what the altar messenger "cleans" is not the altar, but the obsession.
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One pig, three hundred years, forty-seven spider webs.
A golden elixir, nine times of time travel, ten rays of obsession.
He wandered in time and space, looking for the answer to the phrase "You are full."
When the thousand-year moonlight shone in front of the wonton stall, he finally learned:
Hunger is another form of love.
What the altar messenger swallowed was not incense, but poison! A mouthful of wish power enters the abdomen, black hair grows wildly, and the memory is torn apart. After devouring the evil Buddha, he saw the shocking truth: Pursuing scriptures is harvesting, and masters and disciples are all sickles. Bajie's first bite of "poison" kicked off the overthrow of the Three Realms.
It's tangled and heartbreaking to listen to, and the elegant words reveal the long wait.
The expectation is filled with a strong tenderness that cannot be dissolved. . .
A true friend is hard to find and full of bitterness. . .
If you are a woman, your affection is so deep that you cannot bear to let it down.
If you are a man, it should be a masterpiece about a prodigal son who is heartbroken and returns home.
Feeling a little uncomfortable, but don't know why
It's rambling and spirited. It seems like a philosophical aphorism. It doesn't stand up to careful consideration, but I like it.
One pig, three hundred years, forty-seven spider webs. A golden elixir, nine times of time travel, ten rays of obsession. He wandered in time and space, looking for the answer to the phrase "You are full." When the thousand-year moonlight shone in front of the wonton stall, he finally learned: Hunger is another form of love. What the altar messenger swallowed was not incense, but poison! A mouthful of wish power enters the abdomen, black hair grows wildly, and the memory is torn apart. After devouring the evil Buddha, he saw the shocking truth: Pursuing scriptures is harvesting, and masters and disciples are all sickles. Bajie's first bite of "poison" kicked off the overthrow of the Three Realms.
It's tangled and heartbreaking to listen to, and the elegant words reveal the long wait. The expectation is filled with a strong tenderness that cannot be dissolved. . . A true friend is hard to find and full of bitterness. . . If you are a woman, your affection is so deep that you cannot bear to let it down. If you are a man, it should be a masterpiece about a prodigal son who is heartbroken and returns home.
Feeling a little uncomfortable, but don't know why
It's rambling and spirited. It seems like a philosophical aphorism. It doesn't stand up to careful consideration, but I like it.