"Buddha the Tathagata flips his palm, turning it into Mount Wuxing and suppressing the Handsome Monkey King beneath..."
"Five hundred years of cold wind and bitter rain, five hundred years of seas changing into mulberry fields, the little monkey endures, drinking copper juice, eating iron pellets."
At this point, Zhou Ping'an stopped walking, raising his head to look at the sky.
He felt as if it had started to rain.
The cheeks felt cool.
The little one sitting on his right shoulder was unusually quiet, so still it was almost startling.
Upon closer inspection.
"Ah, why are you crying?"
"It's just a story, after all..."
"Brother Ping'an, let's not be the Jade Emperor anymore, okay? Let that Buddha the Tathagata stop oppressing the little monkey."
With a sniff, Xiao Jiu climbed down from Zhou Ping'an's shoulder and turned her back to him.
Clearly feeling too wronged, she even refused to let Zhou Ping'an carry her on his back.
"This..."
"We really can't defeat that Buddha."