I, Sun Wukong, Refuse to Be the Relic of King Buddha!

To measure the calamity, you need to drink the holy blood! Sun Wukong traveled through thousands of years and learned that he would be regarded as the one who should be robbed. He sneered and said that I won't play with you anymore! Haotian: "What's going on? Why hasn't Sun Wukong come to cause havoc in the Heavenly Palace yet? I can't wait to get under the table?" Tathagata: "This monkey is a bit weird. I don't even want treasures for you. Is it so difficult to help someone become a saint these days?" Six Saints: "Sun Wukong is a person who deserves the tribulation and must become a saint. If he doesn't become a saint, we will be the ones who deserve the tribulation!" Hongjun: "This **trash is so**, he can't even cultivate a saint! Uncle Monkey, come here, I, Zixiao Palace, will give it to you. As long as you become a saint, I can say anything." … Three hundred years later, when the calamity came, Sun Wukong opened his eyes and poked a hole in the Heavenly Palace with a golden hoop in his hand. "Of course I want to become a saint, but not as a saint to measure calamities, but as the number one saint in the three realms!" "Wutian, Yang Jian, Guanyin, come, I will take you to kill the nine heavens, slaughter the six saints, and destroy the Zixiao Palace!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.