[Transmigrated as Tang Sanzang, I'm invincible with one punch, but I only want to eat my way across the Western Heavens. Journey to the West? That's just a side gig.]
Tang Sen worked overtime until he starved to death. When he opened his eyes, he had become Tang Sanzang, newly chosen to journey west for the scriptures.
Facing Emperor Taizong's compassionate expression, he had only one thought:
“Is there any vegetarian food?”
The moment he sets out west, everything goes completely off the rails:
Five Elements Mountain? I sat down to rest for a bit, and the mountain collapsed.
Great Sage Equal to Heaven? Just a shut-in monkey, hired to use his Somersault Cloud to pick up takeout for me.
The pig demon at Gao Village? Pretty good cook. You're hired. I'll turn that Nine-Toothed Rake into a wok.
The Buddhas of Spirit Mountain? Let me finish this bowl of vegetarian noodles first.
Guanyin breaks down in the clouds, while the Buddha sits in silence on Spirit Mountain.
Is this monk, who punched through Five Finger Mountain, sat Five Elements Mountain flat, and ate his way through the Peach Banquet, really here to fetch the scriptures?
“Donor, you're blocking me from begging for alms.”
Then one punch.
“Amitabha Buddha. Fighting is no match for a good meal.”
Then two punches.
“Buddha, can I trade the scriptures for vegetarian food?”
Then three punches.
When Wutian arrives and the Three Realms descend into chaos, this irreverent monk finally puts down his bowl and chopsticks.
“You think you can afford to pay for wrecking my shop?”
One punch, two punches, three punches.
From Chang'an to Spirit Mountain, from the underworld to the Heavenly Court.
This monk punches his way through Journey to the West and conquers the Three Realms with food.
