Journey to the West: let the bullet fly for a while

I'll never forget that day the dying little monkey gently buckled the mountain gate, and the scars were deep and penetrating I will never forget that day the monkey suddenly opened his mouth, clenched his teeth and kowtowed under everyone's stick, and insisted on asking for the way I will never forget that day he called the saint back, put a string of hickory stones in my hand, didn't look back, and turned away I will never forget that day he broke the heaven, the staff wind swept across, and his anger burned in the wind I will never forget that day he looked back reluctantly, as if he had been robbed of his soul and set foot on the road to the West I will never forget that day his eyes were cloudy and he begged me to think about the past and let him leave this world without nostalgia what way what Buddha What compassion is What golden fruit the monkey said he didn't want any he just wants me to remember his name it's not a damn sun Walker it's not a fucking Monkey King I watched him hold his head high and drank the poisonous wine I handed him wave your sleeve to wipe away the blood slowly seeping from the corners of your mouth he didn't lower his rebellious head after all he said, he missed the square inch late moon in Lingtai, he missed the carefree time in Huaguo Mountain he said, let's call him a dead monkey