The Sky Cracks, the Gavel

If the gods are gambling, do you dare to take the table? My name is Xuan Chen, I am a storyteller in Chang'an City, specializing in telling stories that "should not be told". For example, during the havoc in the Heavenly Palace, the monkey actually lost a move; For example, at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, Tang Seng once wanted to turn around and go home; For example, the entire journey to the west is a well-designed gamble. Until that day, the heavenly soldiers smashed my gavel and said: "Jin Chanzi, the Jade Emperor invites you to go to heaven and take a gamble." In the Lingxiao Palace, I saw gods and Buddhas all over the sky placing bets on the "Roulette of Destiny". Sun Wukong was locked in the center of the wheel as a bargaining chip, Bajie was used as a lucky pig in the casino, and my merits in ten lifetimes became tonight's jackpot. Tathagata held up the flower and smiled: "This game is a bet on the fate of the three realms." The Jade Emperor pushed the chips: "How much is your memory worth?" I weighed the gavel in my hand and it was turning into a Zen staff. "You can bet," I looked at the red-gold eyes in the center of the roulette wheel, "but I want to raise the bet -" "Bet on all the tampered truths, and bet that all the gods and Buddhas in the sky... Will lose."