Introduction to the work
I dressed up as the white dragon horse in Journey to the West.
I thought that I could get away with it just by going through the motions, but I found that the Tang Monk he was carrying, the brocade cassock given by Guanyin himself... Was alive.
It will "eat" grains of sand, make nearby monsters lose consciousness, make stone monuments resonate, and even squirm in the middle of the night, instilling crazy memories into the host. The Monkey King's fiery eyes saw through the evil light in my soul, and also focused on this "holy object" that was getting more and more wrong. We had a tacit understanding and formed a fragile surveillance alliance on the way to seek scriptures - he guarded the cassock, I guarded everything.
The lost farmer in the deserted village, the foggy shadow of the monkey in the forest, the ancient monument holding the dragon on the cliff, and the mysterious tutu holding a dark pole and hating the cassock... This westward journey is inherently evil. What kind of indescribable horror is covered under the brocade cassock of the Chan Tan Merit Buddha? And as a prisoner dragon horse with no words and no words, can I glimpse a glimmer of hope in this gradually collapsing "story", or will I eventually fall into a darkness deeper than the demon together with this weird holy object?
This is a story about a time traveler who, after being reduced to a mount, witnesses the disintegration of myths and explores the terrifying truth in silence in a world full of mysterious mysteries and oriental monsters.
