On the day I dressed as Tang Monk, Li Shimin asked me to bring some raisins back.
When I encountered a pig demon on a barren mountain, I was so frightened that I swung my stick and hit him. The system suddenly prompted: Check-in successful, merit +10.
It turns out that you can unlock merits by signing in every day. Only by collecting the eighty-one difficult check-in cards can you exchange the scripture for a ticket home.
If you accidentally get a golden finger, you can earn merits when encountering disasters. Even if you pretend to be a monk, you can automatically trigger the Buddha's light protection.
Others rely on magical powers to learn from others, but I rely on talk to delay time, use the system to save my life, and use hot strips to keep the monkeys away.
The cassock was shattered into a skirt, the disciples were all strange, but the merits continued to increase.
The first three difficulties have been checked in, the tightening curse has become a remote control, and the countdown to the national calamity of my daughter has begun.
Along the way, monsters are trying to steal merit and heaven is setting up KPIs, but I just want to laugh and turn the scriptures into jokes.
Nine-nine-eighty-one is difficult? I clocked in until the system crashed, and the truth came knocking on my own.
