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He wakes up in an abandoned morgue. The body has no system, the soul has no host, it is just a walking corpse. The Dragon Group, a global supernatural organization, sent people to take him in, but was scared away by him. Five corpse emperors came across the void and knelt in front of his morgue. The general said that five thousand years ago, he personally created the zombie family. Hou Qing said that this human world was his hunting ground. Until the messenger from heaven issued an edict: "Seal it yourself to avoid death." Cao Yuan stood up and patted the ashes on his body: "I didn't sleep for five thousand years just to have you talking above my head." That night, eternal night fell. In front of the formation of one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, he only said one sentence: "The Burial King is awake. Everyone - who will die first?"

I, the six-eared macaque, am the most embarrassing existence in the world. There is no guidance from a master, no bloodline inheritance, and no backer to protect him. My only talent is "imitation" - I can imitate the exercises and magical powers that I have seen once. I envy the monkey named Sun Wukong. He worshiped Patriarch Bodhi and achieved seventy-two transformations, received the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, and was granted the title of Great Sage. Why? Why was he born with everything? I want to be him. I want to take his place. So I started imitating everything about him. He learned the seventy-two transformations, and so did I; he made trouble in the Dragon Palace, and so did I; he went to heaven, and so did I. Until one day, I really stood in front of him - the Monkey King who had been pressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, covered in dust, but still unruly. He looked at me and smiled: "You want to be me? Do you know how tiring it is to be me?" At that moment I suddenly understood - what I envied was not his magical powers and status, but his unrestrained energy. But he himself has long been trapped by the four words "Monkey King". I gave up the idea of ​​replacing him. But I didn't give up practicing. I want to walk my own path, not anyone's shadow or someone's substitute. Later, he put on a golden hoop to protect Tang Monk on his journey westward. I was in the dark, blocking for him those enemies that he couldn't kill, shouldn't kill, but wanted to kill. Later, he became a victorious Buddha. And I became the first "six-eared macaque who is not the Monkey King" in the world. Freedom is the most powerful magical power.