Reborn in Journey to the West: The More I Chant the Tightening Spell, the Stronger I Get

I was reborn beneath Five-Finger Mountain.

It turned out the headband wasn’t a shackle, but a conduit.

Every time Master recited the spell, I secretly siphoned off a little merit.

The stronger the demon, the greater the profit; the closer we got to Spirit Mountain, the stranger the accounts became.

Tang Sanzang thought he was spreading the Dharma throughout the world, but he began to “bend the rules” himself.

When the merit from the Journey to the West started coming in short, the Three Realms finally realized:

This pilgrimage was my arbitrage scheme.