The Monkey was trapped under the Five-Finger Mountain for five hundred years, and I never went to visit him once.
So, I am not a responsible big brother.
But back then, that Monkey gathered at the Flower Fruit Mountain and insisted on calling himself the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.
At that time, after drinking three sips of Monkey Wine, I also became a bit muddled and called myself the Equal of Heaven. Looking back on it later, I couldn't help but feel a bit scared.
He, Sun Wukong, feared nothing, relying on some abilities he learned from who knows where, moving mountains, filling seas, causing trouble in the underworld, in the Dragon Palace, and even in the Heavenly Palace. But what about others?
The Heavenly Court besieged the Flower Fruit Mountain, Erlang Shen led the Six Friends of Meishan to come and capture him. The Monkey faced Erlang Shen, and the Six Friends of Meishan confronted the monkeys and monkey grandchildren of Flower Fruit Mountain.
What was the result?
The entire Flower Fruit Mountain turned into a scorched earth!
The Monkey said he erased his name from the Book of Life and Death of the King of Hell, thinking that by erasing his name, he could live forever. But erasing his name just means that when he dies, the underworld won't take him, and when his lifespan ends, he still has to die.
During the many years the Monkey was trapped under the Five-Finger Mountain, how many monkey souls lingered in Flower Fruit Mountain every night? They hid in the mountain crevices and caves during the day, afraid of losing their forms in the sunlight.
You all blame me, saying that during the five hundred years the Monkey was trapped, I didn't go to see him, forgetting the brotherhood we once had...
It's absurd, it's laughable.
How could I see him? Dare I see him?
Back when the Seven Great Demon Kings formed a brotherhood, now only the Monkey and I remain.
Why?
When Flower Fruit Mountain resisted the Heavenly Court, I went, not only me, but the other five demon kings went as well.
But what was the result?
The result was, those without power were killed, if they couldn't be killed, they were refined into pills, those with power, each went their own way!
Truly, at that moment, I realized that our gathering at Flower Fruit Mountain, self-proclaiming various great sages, was nothing more than playing house under the feet of the Heavenly Court, nothing more.
