"Tang Sanzang, do you understand your origin?" After listening to Makino's words, Tang Sanzang took out his own spine and made it into a nine-ring tin staff. The nine skulls of his previous life were hung on the tin staff.
"Monkey, you have been teased by others all your life and framed by Buddhism. What should you do?" Monkey silently rode on Tang Sanzang. He was no longer the senior brother who had to do everything along the way.
"This journey to the West is in chaos."
"It's better if it's chaotic. We'll be happier practicing."
"Tianpeng, let's see what your 800,000 navy troops are doing."
"Sailor? Of course it's disco."
