I traveled through time and became Sun Wukong, but found that this Tang Monk was more holy than the original. The monster wanted to eat him, so he persuaded me to put down the golden cudgel; my daughter, the king, kept him, and he almost returned to secular life on the spot. Learn from experience? If we continue like this, we won't be able to reach the Western Heavens in eight hundred years! Fortunately, I brought with me modern management knowledge and a golden finger that can see through the weaknesses of all things. From today on, I have the final say on this Buddhist scriptures team - a tight curse? I let it become Tang Monk's tight hoop! Holding back? I have a hundred ways to make him walk well. Buddha, Guanyin, you arranged this scene, I am here to change the script!
