Ten thousand years after Journey to the West, Sun Wukong crushed the beads in his hand and said that he was not a Buddha.
He has a system that can materialize memories - but the price is that every time he uses it, he will permanently lose an emotion.
The obliterated remains of the old army are hidden in the withered pine stream, the scriptures in the Ten Thousand Volumes Tower have been tampered with, and the companions who studied the scriptures have become strangers. The Heavenly Court Historian told him: On the day you became a Buddha, all the remaining 372 monkeys in Huaguo Mountain had been executed.
He took a small luminous stone monkey, dragged the shackles called "Buddha's Heart Shackles" in his body, and walked down layer by layer along the cracks left by the pruning of cause and effect - to ask those who had also been pruned: Are you still you?
Nezha said: Half of it is left.
Bajie said: It's not complete, but it's still there.
Sha Seng said: I can choose to protect the integrity of others.
The king said: You think you chose it yourself - but if a person only has one option, is it still called a choice?
And the historian who had stood in the long river of cause and effect for ten thousand years finally whispered in the third conversation: "Did I choose? No. It was us."
——"Who are we?"
The historian did not answer. It's not that he didn't want to answer. If you tell me, that thing will know.
