I transmigrated into Sun Wukong, only to discover that this Tang Sanzang is even more softhearted than the original. When a demon tries to eat him, he tells me to put down my staff. When the queen of the Kingdom of Women asks him to stay, he nearly gives up the monkhood on the spot. Fetching the scriptures? At this rate, we won’t reach the Western Heaven in eight hundred years! Luckily, I brought modern management know-how and a golden finger that can see the weaknesses of all things. From today on, I’m in charge of this pilgrimage team. The tightening spell? I’ll make it tighten around Tang Sanzang instead! Dragging your feet? I have a hundred ways to make you walk. Buddha, Guanyin, you arranged this play, but I’m rewriting the script!
