On the day I was laid off, I went home and smashed my ancestral iron ruler to vent my anger. The ruler blade cut my hand, and the blood seeped into the rust. The moment the room was filled with golden light, a red-haired monkey wearing golden armor stood in front of me. "After waiting for a thousand years, finally here comes someone who can fight." He said. From then on, I was involved in the pursuit of the three realms. The judge of the underworld asked me to borrow my life, the generals of heaven came to collect debts from me, and the great Bodhisattva of Lingshan tried to erase my memory. They say that five hundred years ago, there was a Buddha who should not have become a Buddha but came to the spiritual mountain for a woman. That was my previous life. And that woman is still waiting for me in reincarnation. This time, I don't blame anyone.
