I walked up the stairs when I got off work at 2:30 in the morning, still holding half a box of uneaten spicy fried chicken in my hand.
When I opened my eyes again, I had not reached the underworld, nor returned to my mother's womb. I had become a ball of consciousness in a fairy stone in Huaguo Mountain.
No arms, no legs, no light, no sound, pure life sentence.
I relied on myself to play chess with myself and review the games of Genting Fortune. I couldn't count how many games I played. I was about to burn myself into nothingness. The extraterritorial Hex system finally got stuck and came online.
After being drawn for a hundred years, it was rejected by Heaven and reversed, and every card was ridiculously strong.
I didn't like the thick gold thread wrapped around my chest, so I cut it off casually - I thought it was a broken thread wrapped in a stone.
It was only a long time later that I realized that this was the main thread of Buddhism's destiny that crucified Sun Wukong's life.
Heaven has predicted that I will cause trouble in the Heavenly Palace, Tathagata has predicted that I will not be able to escape from Wuzhishan, and Buddhism has predicted that I will eventually embark on the westward journey.
All the gods and Buddhas in the sky are trying to pin me down.
How could they know?
It popped out of this stone,
Not the monkey they were waiting for at all.
