I, the Monk Xuanzang: Let Go, Your Master Will Handle This

Lin Jiang transmigrated to the prosperous Tang Dynasty. He had originally thought he could soar to great heights with the knowledge and perspective of two thousand years.

What? He transmigrated into a monk?

No matter. A monk is a monk. Monks make money these days, so I'll earn my first pot of gold.

What? His name is Xuanzang?

No, no, no. It's just a namesake, definitely a namesake. There's no way I'm going on a pilgrimage in this life.

What? You want to call me Master?

Forget it, forget it. I'm not getting involved with a five-hundred-year-old man.

Tang Sanzang, I hear eating your flesh grants immortality. Lie still and let this king have a taste first.

Xuanzang...

Damn it, don't move! Let your master handle this. You really think this Buddha doesn't eat meat...

I'm no good at writing introductions. This is a story about a pilgrimage. Anyway, just bear with it and read.

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