The Path to Enlightenment Without Wukong

"The Path of Obtaining the Scriptures in the Absence of Wukong" uses oriental poetry to deconstruct myths and philosophy, turning the path of seeking the Scriptures into an absurd theater of liquid time and space. The belly of the bronze tripod boils star chips, the Dunhuang caisson fission prophesies, the bell chime of the Zen temple is rusted in the algorithmic ripples, and the nine-curved corridor folds into the topology of power. In the absence of Wukong's golden cudgel, Nine Nine Eighty-One is difficult to turn into a modern fable: the broken horn of the Bull Demon King pierces the Wall Street copper bull, the angelica in the medicine cabinet feeds the dusk, and the 5G signal tower and the armillary sphere jointly weave the network of galactic oblivion. The nine chapters in the book are like nine-fold mirror images, using gluttonous patterns, boneless flowers, and shadow puppet stumps as symbols to cast existential philosophy and cyber ecstasy. Between the quantum foam beaten by tea whisks and the data cage in which koi fish are imprisoned, it asks whether civilization is a bronze pantomime of self-sacrifice. The words are like the blade of Dunhuang color, cutting open the moral pottery and cognitive cocoon, letting all the glimmers of light flicker stubbornly in the black hole horizon - after going to the west, there is no sutra to be found, only the eternal confrontation of blood, tears, loess and star rust.