I Am Monk Tang Sanzang, Burying Heaven, Earth, and the Buddha!

In a nearby grove, a middle-aged man dressed like a woodcutter was trembling so hard he looked like a sieve.

"S-Scary... so freaking scary!"

"Th-This is Tang Sanzang!?"

"This is the Tang Sanzang Guanyin described? The one who looks like a pretty boy, seems like a frail scholar, has devoted himself to his work, abstained from meat, and prayed to Buddha for twenty-five years, yet can't even hurt a chicken?"

"You're telling me this is Tang Sanzang!?"

"This has to be fake, right!?"

At that moment, he wanted to drag Guanyin over and make him open his eyes. This was the supposedly helpless Tang Sanzang who couldn't even hurt a chicken!

That was a tiger! Just a tiger! Was it really necessary to use so much force to kill it?

How cruel! Which one of us is supposed to be the monk here?

P.S. This is just a lighthearted, goofy comedy. It's not about grinding levels by fighting monsters, it's not a harem spanning the Three Realms, and it's definitely not about a guy sleeping his way across the world. It's really just a funny slice-of-life story! Slice of life!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.