Journey to the West: There Is No Gatlin in the South, Chanting Sutras Is Not as Good as Tutu

Xuanzang traveled through the west and landed in Chang'an, attracting everyone's attention. The emperor urged him to go on the road, and the people knelt to see the holy monk off - but he just wanted to scold people: If he went to get scriptures without the strength to tie a chicken, isn't this a courier delivery? Fortunately, the system arrived in time: the arsenal of interstellar civilization. Barrett, plasma cannon, anti-matter gun, and even the two-way foil can be replaced with enough points. The more outrageous the level is, the more generous the reward will be. Xuanzang looked at the list of weapons, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised - Who said that reciting sutras is necessary to obtain sutras? In the two boundary mountains, fierce tigers block the road. Guanyin smiled in the cloud, waiting to see the holy monk make a fool of himself. Xuanzang took out Barrett with his backhand and shot him in the head. Guanyin's smile froze. The Earth God trembled and asked him to accept Sun Wukong as his disciple. Xuanzang raised his gun to his forehead and said, "Are you looking for excitement?" Pointing to the bottom of the mountain, the Great Sage Qitian came out of the mountain with his head held high and called Master. Xuanzang nodded: "eldest son, dad is here." Sun Wukong was furious on the spot. Guanyin sent a tightening curse and sneered: Let's see how crazy you are. Xuanzang put on the Buddhist crown and looked down at the system panel - Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, six pure depleted uranium bullets. With one breath of 3,600 turns, he saves the world with great kindness and compassion. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.