Everyone thinks that Journey to the West began with a monkey causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace.
Not really.
Journey to the West began on a Friday night: Wu Gang saw Marshal Tianpeng climbing out of Chang'e's window under the laurel tree in the Moon Palace.
He did not rush forward to fight, but returned to the darkness and sharpened his axe.
From then on, the three realms began to collapse.
Sun Wukong is not a born stone monkey, but a piece of waste material injected with chaotic resentment; Zhu Bajie is not a joke, but a failed marshal who wants to understand the pig's life after being demoted to a pig; Sha Seng is not a silent porter, but a historical custodian who swears to "back up first, then verify"; Tang Seng is not a holy scripture seeker, but a Lingshan project manager who is extremely world-weary and wants to pass away after completing a hundred and eight thousand miles.
The so-called ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties are not a test of destiny, but an audit of the three realms disguised as learning from the past.
Taoism monopolizes incense, heaven freezes rainfall, spiritual mountains collect suffering, monsters are claimed by the backstage, and sentient beings are written into merit reports and then deleted from history.
And what broke through all of this was just a roasted sweet potato.
Because Wu Gang destroyed the Three Realms and just wanted to prove: he is more worthy of love than Tianpeng.
Love is not a merit system.
The Three Realms can be overthrown, but the human heart cannot be settled.
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