I, Tang Sanzang, Refuse to Work

The world of Journey to the West, Lion Camel Ridge.

Looking at the Golden-Winged Great Peng Eagle before him, stripped of every feather, Tang Sanzang saw three options appear in his mind.

"Option One: Great Peng Eagle simmered in clear broth. Nourishing and restorative, it invigorates the blood and improves circulation. Reward: ten thousand years of cultivation!"

"Option Two: Crispy fried eagle popcorn. Crunchy and delicious, crisp on the outside and tender within. Reward: the acquired spirit treasure, Great Peng Eagle Black Feather Fan!"

"Option Three: Great Peng Eagle in peppercorn chili sauce. Numbing, spicy, and fragrant, a feast for the eyes and palate. Reward: the supreme movement art, Carefree Wanderer's Flight!"

The haughty Great Peng Eagle, lying on the ground half dead, saw Tang Sanzang take out a gleaming kitchen knife and cried out:

"You can't kill me!"

"I'm one of Buddha Tathagata's people!"

"You're just a pawn in Journey to the West. You can't lay a hand on me!"

Hearing the Great Peng Eagle's words, Tang Sanzang smiled smugly and bent down to whisper in his ear:

"Little Eagle, times have changed."

"I, Tang Sanzang, never strike..."

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