After five hundred years of suppression, once he got out of trouble, Wukong followed the Buddhist teachings of the West, picked up the stick and embarked on the eastward journey.
The jade pendant of Gao Laozhuang burns the heart, the resentment of Liusha River haunts the soul, and the demons on the westward journey actually hide the buried truth of the past. The ban in heaven and the Zen mantra in Lingshan cannot stop Lingtai's heart from gradually brightening.
When the cracks in the memory become wider and wider, the Monkey King who crushed the sky will eventually find his tampered fate in the countercurrent and break the chess game arranged by the Buddhas.
Traveling thousands of miles away, I am not going here to obtain scriptures, but to reverse the chaos and seek justice.
