When Sun Wukong struck down with his stick, I was the only one alive in Black Wind Mountain.
The remnant soul of the scholar in white was shattered into pieces, and I put it in a bottle and took it with me. The black bear brother turned around and went to Luojia Mountain, the official establishment of Guanyin. I? I squatted in the ruins, picked up a map, and started running after the group.
They were responsible for fighting monsters, and I was responsible for picking up rags. Gaolaozhuang, Huangfengling, Liushahe, Pingdingshan - they walked all the way, and I walked all the way. As I was flipping through it, I realized something was wrong. The golden horn and the silver horn are protected by the Supreme Laojun, and Kui Mulang has the will of the Jade Emperor.
Everything that matters is the script, everything that doesn't matter is all the consumables.
I carried my brother's remnant soul in my arms and carried it all the way to the west, just looking for a way to survive. But the more I picked it up, the more I understood——
On this journey of seeking enlightenment, the real damn monster is not even qualified to be on the chessboard.
My name is Ling Xuzi. The last one alive in Black Wind Mountain. Where I can go, I don't know.
