On the day he traveled through time and became a minor official in the Tang Dynasty, he happened to see the King of Tang slaying the Dragon King of Jinghe in anger. Wei Zheng's guillotine flashed with cold light, and the Dragon King's eyes were full of despair. Regardless of my identity, I shouted: "Your Majesty! If the Dragon King dies, it will rain for three consecutive days in Chang'an tomorrow!" Wei Zheng's hand stopped in mid-air, and Li Shimin's eyes were as sharp as a knife. That night, I was secretly summoned into the palace, and there were three people in the royal study. Wei Zheng's whisk trembled slightly, Yuan Shoucheng's hexagram plate rang softly, and the image of Guanyin was looming in the candlelight. "You know, little friends," Guanyin's voice was hollow, "what you changed was not the fate of the Dragon King, but the Buddha's path to enlightenment?" The palm of his hand suddenly became hot, and a line of modern small characters appeared: "Warning: The plot of Journey to the West deviates by 11.8%, And the world line begins to collapse..."
