Lin Xiu opened his eyes and found that he had become a green snake.
His whole body ached as if someone had torn it apart. He had no hands or feet, his belly was on the ground, and his scales were spread from his neck to the tip of his tail. The main mission popped up in the San Gang system in his mind: to instigate rebellion against Sun Wukong.
Three hundred steps away, at the base of Five Fingers Mountain, was a furry shadow. The eyes looked at him from behind the messy hair, and the first words he spoke were: "Little snake, crawl forward."
A snake, a monkey that has been suppressed for five hundred years, a Journey to the West script that no one has ever written.
Lin Xiu asked the monkey: Do you really know what the golden hoop is for?
The monkey knows. But he wanted to go out, want to go home, and wanted to know if Huaguo Mountain was still there. Lin Xiu told him that the golden hoop is not used to control you, but to draw out your true nature. After five hundred years of smoking, it is all stored in it. When you finish studying the scriptures, your merits are complete, and on the day you take off the golden hoop, your origin will return to Lingshan. Your pressure, support, and training are all in vain.
The monkey was silent for a long time, then clenched his fists: "I have to go out first. Then endure it. On the last day, I will get back the things in the golden hoop."
"Then what?" Lin Xiu asked.
"Then fall out again."
Under the moonlight, a small green snake coiled on the gravel ground, looking at the light that lit up for the first time in a pair of eyes that had been suppressed for five hundred years. The progress bar of the Disbanded System jumped a bit. The countdown to Heaven's correction is still forty-eight hours away.
Journey to the West starts with a snake.
Not bad. Quite interesting.