Journey to the West: Holy Monk! You Dropped Your Kasaya!

"Sanzang, the journey west is fraught with danger. Please think it over!"

The old monk pleaded desperately, tears streaming down his face.

Tang Sheng, however, looked completely baffled!

Think it over my ass! Who am I? Where am I? I don't even know who I am!

He wrenched his hand free of the old monk's grip and cursed inwardly: This role-play is way too realistic!

Red walls and golden tiles surrounded him, with intricately carved beams and painted rafters. A strong sense of ancient times washed over him.

Tang Sheng's head throbbed as unfamiliar fragments of memory flashed through his mind like scenes in a revolving lantern.

Sanzang?

Tang Sanzang?

The Journey to the West?

Monsters?

Oh my god, no way. Did I transmigrate?

!

He looked around. He was sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion, wearing a kasaya, while a group of monks knelt below him, all looking grief-stricken, as if he were about to die at any moment.

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