Po Tian [Journey to the West Fan]

I want to write a Danmei fanfic about Sun Wukong. Cp locked, Sun Wukong x Tang Sanzang, Tsundere Gong x Talkative Shou It's probably a story about a little bald man who picked up a little monkey and took it home. My body is still wandering, My heart is still silent, My love does nothing, My faith pains me, one day I want to crush the auspicious clouds Overturn hell Fight against the Nine Heavens Reshape the order of the Three Realms Hell is a prison for the weak, and heaven is a prison for the strong. Most ants are still alive in the world. However, there is only one Buddha who can turn the world upside down and conquer the world in all these millions of years. Poor thing, I don't want you to go to hell after death. I want to create a hell for you with my own hands. I want to punish you in the name of God. Right now, your life will be worse than death! God does not save people, so I, the old grandson, will save you. Sun Wukong should be a trapped, desperate, third spiritual race between gods and demons. One step further to become a god, one step back to become a demon. His master had been guiding him on the road to becoming a Buddha, but when Sun Wukong asked him why he wanted to become a Buddha. Sanzang of the Tang Dynasty replied, "Be dedicated to good deeds and save all sentient beings." Sun Wukong felt that he had heard a joke: "There are thousands of Buddhas in the Western Heaven. If they are willing to lower their heads and look at all living beings from time to time, you will be the one to save them in that round. According to me, Tang Sanzang does not want to save all sentient beings. You also want to become a Buddha in the Western Heaven, sitting high and steady as Mount Tai, right?" "Cultivating Taoism and becoming an immortal must start with building the foundation. You may go too far and become a devil. It's troublesome. The only thing you can do is become a Buddha. Work hard and do good deeds. You will be a Buddha when you reach the Western Heaven. This can be regarded as the goal of lifelong struggle. Master, I have thin skin and tender flesh. Of course I got it through simplicity. If you don't tell me what you see, don't you have no ideals, dead monkey?" "Feng Shui is turning, and I, the old grandson, will become the Monkey King, become a fighting and victorious Buddha, and turn the gods and Buddhas upside down!" "Hiss—the word 'ideal' is too tacky. It should be called 'mission', mission!" "Stop speaking out arrogant words, you evildoer!" "Bah, you damn bald man!" Intention: May you go through thousands of sailings and come back still a young man