Counting from the time Lu Xingyun's consciousness awakened in this white tiger, it was already the 18,000th day, nearly 300 years.
"Elder, don't be afraid. It's just a mountain insect. Let me kill him."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. The poor monk is a monk sent by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures..."
"Wait a minute, why do these words sound so familiar! Is this monk Tang Monk?" Lu Xingyun's heart tightened upon hearing this, as he thought that this world of the Tang Dynasty turned out to be Journey to the West!
