Fighting to defeat the Buddha, Sun Wukong is currently squatting in his small allocated meditation room, facing a water curtain as smooth as a mirror, scratching his head and ears. On the water curtain, an interface called "Lingshan Merit Point System" is emitting a soft but cold light. His points balance hung pitifully in four digits, with a line of comments in small words next to it: "Impulsive behavior and lack of stability. It is recommended to strengthen emotional management practice."
"Fart! Pure fart!" Sun Wukong cursed in a low voice and slapped his thigh hard with his hairy hand. He pulled the water curtain and called up the points details. Rows of dazzling red deduction records popped up:
"On June XX, Zhenguan XX, I had an argument with Xantian Security in the Nantianmen Commercial District, and damaged one of the surveillance magic weapons of the 'Guangmu Tianwang', the 'demon mirror' (a replica). Deduction of merit points: 500."
"On June XX, XX year of Zhenguan, at the internal 'Ideological Update Reporting Meeting' in Lingshan, he openly contradicted the leader (Zhan Tan Merit Buddha) and questioned the necessity of the 'optimized version of the tight band mantra (psychological anchoring type)'. Deduction of merit points: 800."
"On June XX, XX year of Zhenguan, I made inappropriate remarks on the Internet. In the 'Journey to the West Experience Exchange Group', I used uncivilized emoticons to satirize the new golden statue of the 'Pure Altar Messenger'. Deduction of merit points: 300."
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——Tang Sanzang.
His master. The fat, white monk who was as warm as water on weekdays and could only chant sutras and preach was protected all the way. That person was still detained in the system just now because he "confronted the leader"
