Journey to the West: the Great Sage Wants to Be My Little Brother

It is a "brain in a vat" story. Sorry, that's all I can say. But before that, a carpenter must be explained clearly—— Aolai Guo Fishing Village, Lin Mao, eighteen years old, has ancestral craftsmanship. The ink fountain struck by lightning in the hand is evil: it bounces on a crooked wall, but the wall is no longer crooked; a wedge soaked in ink is knocked in, and the gods cannot pull it out; where the fingers dipped in ink touch, spider webs, moisture, and knife wounds will no longer rot deeply. In Huaguo Mountain, "the Earth Veins Dragon exploded with anger." The gods all over the mountain were so frightened that they knelt down. He knelt down and looked at it for a long time: "The roots of the tree are arched. Plan them and level them." "One word from the Holy Hand can determine the fate of mountains and rivers!" "... Just put a piece of pad on it." Cultivation from the Huaguo Mountain to the Heavenly Court, and from the Underworld to the Lingshan Mountain. What others saw was Tianji Daoyun, but what he saw were crooked beams, loose tenons, and blocked water pipes. The gods regard him as the master of mending the sky, and readers can see that he is "fixing things." He only thinks that - the ancestors have strict instructions, and the work must not be rough. But how come every place he repaired happened to be a place that "shouldn't be bad"? On the day when he was leveling the base of the stone monkey, why did Mo Dou make a clank sound? Who was the ink fountain left by his father for? It is a "brain in a vat" story. Sorry, that's all I can say.