EhDoes anyone here believe in fate? I believe that all life are just fate's puppets. Everything that happens in front of my eyes is certain to happen, and everything is accounted for long ago.We are all following a script written by some unknown screenwriter, acting our role in the play that is life. And I am one of the few who knows "my script"......I was once the Heavenly Court's Curtain-Lifting General, and for the crime of breaking a vase I was exiled to the mortal world......The fact is I knew that day I would be punished for breaking a vase, but ultimately in spite of that I could not avoid my fate.More accurately speaking, it's like I possess the memories of my future self. As such I also knew that my exile would be followed by being given the vital task of protecting one frail monk in retrieving the scriptures.With monkey and pig as oath brothers, we would begin a difficult journey. I know that I must follow the role directed to me by my memories, but somehow I feel that I was out of tune with this world around me.........Because in my memories I wasn't a little girl in a track jacket and school swimsuit.No, I don't have time to think so much about these things. Today is the day where I meet with the monk surnamed Tang.I should pop out of the water while Master and the rest of them pondered how to cross the river, and find a way to kidnap and bring him underwater.
Does anyone here believe in fate? I believe that all life are just fate's puppets. Everything that happens in front of my eyes is certain to happen, and everything is accounted for long ago.
We are all following a script written by some unknown screenwriter, acting our role in the play that is life. And I am one of the few who knows "my script"......
I was once the Heavenly Court's Curtain-Lifting General, and for the crime of breaking a vase I was exiled to the mortal world......
The fact is I knew that day I would be punished for breaking a vase, but ultimately in spite of that I could not avoid my fate.
More accurately speaking, it's like I possess the memories of my future self. As such I also knew that my exile would be followed by being given the vital task of protecting one frail monk in retrieving the scriptures.
With monkey and pig as oath brothers, we would begin a difficult journey. I know that I must follow the role directed to me by my memories, but somehow I feel that I was out of tune with this world around me......
...Because in my memories I wasn't a little girl in a track jacket and school swimsuit.
No, I don't have time to think so much about these things. Today is the day where I meet with the monk surnamed Tang.
I should pop out of the water while Master and the rest of them pondered how to cross the river, and find a way to kidnap and bring him underwater.
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