The World Is Not Worthy: Journey to the West Side Story

Five hundred years. Eighteen thousand two hundred and fifty times the earth burned his heart, he spit on his face three thousand six hundred times, and seven hundred and twenty spells penetrated his bones. At the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, the monkey carved hatred into the stone wall and into its own bones. He waited for forty-seven people who came to save him. Forty-seven people, forty-seven bloody handprints, no one walked out alive. In the fifth hundred years, Shen Beiqiu came. Xiao Se stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said only one word: "Let's go." Not because he believed in Buddhism, not because he accepted his fate, and not because this path of seeking Buddhist scriptures had any meaning. Just because—— He had walked this broken road one hundred and ninety-one times. One hundred and ninety-one simulations, one hundred and ninety-one failed miserably. Comrades die in front of you, enemies laugh in the sky. He gave his last breath and got only two words: "Start again." There are only one hundred and seventeen years left in life. There are only two inverse covenants left. This time, he hit the road again with all his old scores. Next to him are five "companions" who have their own hidden agendas, and above their heads are the eyes of the woman Ci Yingxue. He knows better than anyone: this trip to the West is not worth it. But he still has to go. Because some accounts have to be settled even if they are not worth it. Those from Wuzhi Mountain, Huaguo Mountain, and four hundred members of the Monkey Clan—— One stroke at a time, I will pay it back slowly on the road to the West. "I have recorded this debt.