Journey to the West: A Showdown at Xuanwu Gate? Take My Tathagata Palm!

Twenty li outside Chang'an City, the oil in the scripture library at Golden Mountain Temple is nearly burnt out.

The candle flame flickers, illuminating a gleaming bald head and rows of neat, minuscule characters on the page, so orderly they seem almost stiff.

Xuanzang, or rather, the young monk whose body now houses someone else, is mechanically copying the Diamond Sutra.

His mind feels as though a million mud horses have just stampeded through it, or as though an entire erupting volcano has been crammed inside.

A moment ago, he was an unlucky office worker in the twenty-first century who had died from overwork during a late-night shift. He closed his eyes, opened them, and became the future royal younger brother of the Tang dynasty, destined to make the Journey to the West: Jiang Liuer, Master Xuanzang.

At this moment, fewer than three hours remain before the Xuanwu Gate Incident…