If Buddhist scriptures were a drama, Liusha River would be Sha Wujing's prison. He killed nine Buddhist scripture seekers at the bottom of the river, thinking that this was the only plot in every life. Until the one hundred and twelfth time, he suddenly did something he had never done before - stretched out his hand to save someone. Then he discovered that Guanyin would not come, the play would not be performed according to the script, and the nine skulls on his neck were cracked. Every crack seals a forgotten person. This is not the story of the Monkey King. This is the story of the man who carries the burden, is silent, and always stands at the back of the line, and spends a whole book to get to the front of the line.
