The real Wukong died in Lingshan Mountain, and the fake traveler finished his journey to the west. Under the perfect appearance of the paradise world, there is a cassock sewn by the Buddha himself, wrapped in a stolen fruition. Tang Seng faces the final choice: sit on the lotus platform and enjoy the incense for eternity, or tear apart this lie that the three worlds colluded with, even if the truth will burn all scriptures, attainments and beliefs.
The debate between true and false is actually a test of one's mind. When the entire Paradise advises you to "rarely be confused", the only way to stay awake becomes the greatest practice. Is it true scripture or the truth that we take in this trip?
Reader comments
To be honest, when I first saw the linkage between Journey to the West and Red Mansions, I rejected it, thinking it must be nonsense. It turned out so delicious. The author is very thoughtful in exploring the foreshadowing of the Red Mansion. He cleverly integrates elements such as the Yuan Chun Festival and the illusion of Taixu into the main line, rather than copying them mechanically. The fighting scenes were written quite solidly, and the part where Tathagata suppressed the Five Emperors with one palm made my blood boil. What moved me the most was the chapter where the mother and son of Golden Winged Roc and Dark Phoenix were fighting each other. I scolded the author for stabbing me, but also felt that the beating was not enough. The overall style is relaxed but not childish, and the humor has depth. It is the best Westward Journey derivative novel I have read so far. Already tied, waiting for updates.
To be honest, when I first saw the linkage between Journey to the West and Red Mansions, I rejected it, thinking it must be nonsense. It turned out so delicious. The author is very thoughtful in exploring the foreshadowing of the Red Mansion. He cleverly integrates elements such as the Yuan Chun Festival and the illusion of Taixu into the main line, rather than copying them mechanically. The fighting scenes were written quite solidly, and the part where Tathagata suppressed the Five Emperors with one palm made my blood boil. What moved me the most was the chapter where the mother and son of Golden Winged Roc and Dark Phoenix were fighting each other. I scolded the author for stabbing me, but also felt that the beating was not enough. The overall style is relaxed but not childish, and the humor has depth. It is the best Westward Journey derivative novel I have read so far. Already tied, waiting for updates.