This Is My Journey to the West

One person's eighty-eight thousand miles, one person's ninety-nine and eighty-one. Wukong: The evil of heaven covers my eyes, and the darkness of earth buries my heart! If you can't do the somersault, if the golden hoop is not what you want, then it is not appropriate to defeat the Buddha in this fight! Bajie: Even if there are thousands of precepts and countless calamities, the canopy will no longer be the canopy, and Cuilan will not fall in love with Ganghe. Farewell, Bajie, farewell, Wuneng! … Tang Xuanzang, think carefully about what you are living for... Li Wuliang stared at the dull monk chanting sutras in front of him, shook his head and said pitifully. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.