The poor monk Tang San was buried in the sky, the earth, and all living beings!
Tathagata? Snort!
He is just a fake Buddha who deceives the world and steals his reputation.
Am I the reincarnation of Jin Chan?
Go to hell with the great cause of learning from scriptures.
In this life, I will lift this spiritual mountain, crush this thunder, and let all the gods and Buddhas in the sky kneel down and listen to my sermon.
The nine-ring tin staff is stained with blood, and the brocade cassock burns to the sky.
Sun Wukong? Monkey King?
He can only act as a thug for me.
White Bone Demon? Not worthy of serving tea or pouring water.
Bull Demon King? He is just an old scalper guarding the courtyard.
Along the way, the poor monks do not seek salvation from the common people, but only accept monsters. Those who refuse to accept it—kill them!
Compassionate?
I smashed Wuzhishan with one punch.
To save all sentient beings?
Not a single bald donkey is left in Lingshan.
Today, I, Tang San, established the Burying Heaven Gang to tell these three realms: From now on, my words are the Dharma.
Tathagata, wash your neck and wait. I will come to save you, poor monk.
