When an utterly calm yet utterly mad soul takes up residence in Tang Xuanzang’s body, the whole tone of Journey to the West goes wildly off course.
He appears gentle and refined, but a chilling gaze lies beneath the surface, one that sees right through people.
He is no longer the tearful master who begs for help. He is everyone’s “judge.”
The White Bone Demon? A few words are all it takes for him to shatter her psychological defenses and make her end her own life.
The Gold and Silver-Horned Kings? He turns the tables with a trap, sending the two boys crying back to complain to their master, Laozi.
Sun Wukong is dumbfounded: “I haven’t even raised my staff. How did the monster already disappear?”
The gods and Buddhas of the heavens are stunned: “Weren’t there supposed to be eighty-one tribulations? Why does it feel like the monsters are the ones facing eighty-one tribulations?”
Tang Xuanzang dusts off his monk’s robe, presses his palms together, and wears an expression of compassion.
“This monk’s truth extends only as far as his monk’s staff can reach. I have come to answer killing with killing and punish evil with violence, sending you all... westward to your souls’ final rest!”
I also like the dark style and the character of the male protagonist. There are few books in Journey to the West that I have finished!
It's ok. It's very innovative and has a bit of a ghost story flavor.