[Journey to the West]+ [Wild Imagination]+ [Decisive and Ruthless]+ [Conspiracy Theories]+ [Iconic Scenes]
Chu Yi accidentally transmigrates into the era after Journey to the West. The good news: he is now a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi. The bad news: he is about to be expelled from the sect.
He had planned to lie low in the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars until he attained immortality, but Patriarch Bodhi expels him for secretly learning the Great Product of the Immortal Way.
Just as he thinks his hopes of cultivating immortality are over, he awakens a golden finger the very next moment.
[Ding! The Host has been driven down the mountain by Patriarch Bodhi. Golden finger awakened: the Cosmos Treasure Bag!]
[Every time the Host completes a story arc, he receives a random magical treasure of varying power!]
Well, this is no longer Journey to the West. It has become a massive live-action RPG!
Afterward, Chu Yi returns to his hometown in the Kingdom of Aolai, Eastern Continent of Victory, with his golden finger. He never expects a monkey wearing a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown and golden chain-mail armor to come knocking one day.
“Junior brother, our master wants to choose a new spokesperson for Spirit Mountain. He needs an unfamiliar face to make another journey to the West for the scriptures. So, you’re the one.”
Looking at the murderous Sun Wukong before him, Chu Yi has no choice but to grit his teeth and climb aboard the bandwagon.
Only after he gets involved does he realize: this isn’t a pilgrimage for scriptures at all. It’s a case of robbing robbers!
Bodhisattva Guanyin manages the South Sea finances, Maitreya Buddha hides a knife behind his smile, and the various demon kings are really all “unofficial underlings.” Is this still the Journey to the West he knows?
Tang Sanzang: “Chu Yi, take this Great Vehicle Buddhist Scripture back with you. I’ll save you a seat at Spirit Mountain in the future!”
Chu Yi: “Master, I only want the rewards. You want me to help you seize the throne?”
When Chu Yi returns to Spirit Mountain with the “new scriptures” in hand, he looks up at the gods and Buddhas filling the sky and lights a cigarette. “Sorry, I want a say in who gets to be the next spokesperson too!”
