The journey is long and the desert is windy and cold.
That night in Guyi, the moonlight was pale, and a white mouse poked its head out from the sand. Its amber eyes fixed on him: "Are you the Monkey King?"
Sun Wukong couldn't remember when he met a rat spirit. But the warm wick, the entwining strands of love, and the voice of "waiting for you" dissipated in the wind and sand, were like a rooted thorn, piercing into his heart made of stone. The golden hoop is hurting, the seal is cracking, and those past events erased by Tathagata are surfacing little by little with every appearance of her.
She is Xiaobai, a jade-faced rat spirit who has been cultivating for three hundred years in the depths of the desert; she is also Qingxia, a ray of obsession separated from the ever-bright lamp in front of the Tathagata's throne. She kept the promise made by the Wangchuan River for him, and guarded the lamp that had been burning for five hundred years and refused to be extinguished. The Tang Monk he wanted to send was still on his horse, and the sutra he wanted to collect was still in the west, but his heart was already lost in the old dream where the moonlight and yellow sand intertwined.
Outside Yumen Pass, the evil spirits surge into the sky, and poisonous mist locks the city under Shatuo City. The shadow of heaven quietly approaches, and when the burning love is about to be extinguished, Sun Wukong finally understands that some roads are not for becoming a Buddha; for some people, forgetting is more painful than remembering.
This time, he not only had to escort Tang Seng to the West.
He also wants to go back in time to find a girl who was buried five hundred years ago and called him "Monkey".
Purpose: It's hard to make a choice