Journey to the West: Holy Monk! Your Cassock Has Fallen Off!

"Sanzang, the journey to the west is dangerous, please think twice!" The old monk burst into tears and tried to persuade him. Tang Sheng looked confused! Think twice about Der? Who I am? Where am I? I don't even know who I am! He shook off the old monk's hand and cursed in his heart: This role-playing is too realistic! Surrounded by red walls, gold tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, a strong ancient style blows in your face. Tang Sheng had a splitting headache, and unfamiliar memory fragments flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. Tripitaka? Tang Monk? Seeking Buddhist scriptures from the West? Monster? Oh my god, no way, I traveled through time? ! He looked around. He was wearing a cassock and was sitting on a futon. A group of monks were kneeling under him. They all looked sad, as if he was going to die in the next second. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.