I woke up to find myself an ordinary man in the world of Journey to the West, unable to even truss a chicken.
From the start, I had to stop Fairy Zixia from passing for seven days. Fail, and I’d die.
Luckily, the Roadblock System activated! With a single “Road closed,” even Daluo Golden Immortals and the Buddha’s divine manifestations had to turn around.
Zixia was won over by a bowl of my egg fried rice and became my personal cook and bodyguard.
Sun Wukong was fooled by a skewer of grilled bananas. He guarded Flower-Fruit Mountain for three years instead of going out to seek immortality, and even begged to become my underling.
I traded a custom-made luxury Golden Cudgel for the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas kneeling and calling me “Grandpa.”
Ksitigarbha asked me for advice about the underworld, Guanyin Bodhisattva bowed and called me “Senior,” and the Jade Emperor invited me to Heaven.
All I wanted was to run a food stall, block a road, and complete missions so I could stay alive!
But when Zixia leaned against me and softly asked, “Will there be food tomorrow too?” I made up my mind.
If this Journey to the West is going to descend into chaos, then let it!
From then on, I became the nightmare of the gods and Buddhas of the Three Realms.
Patriarch Bodhi did a quick divination and spat blood on the spot. “Where’s my disciple? How did he become someone else’s underling?”
The Ten Yama Kings complained to Heaven: “Sun Wukong didn’t tear up the Book of Life and Death. His big brother drew a turtle on it!”
The stage is set for Journey to the West. If you’ve got the guts, come on in.
Chen Fan: “Tathagata, stop hiding. Come to Spirit Mountain and settle this one-on-one.”
