The moment I opened my eyes, I had become Zhu Ganglie, fresh off getting beaten to the ground by Brother Monkey.
Go on a pilgrimage? Endure eighty-one trials? No way, no way!
Wang Nianxi had spent his previous life working himself to the bone before dying alone. In this life, he just wanted to lie flat.
No matter how fast the Somersault Cloud was, it couldn’t beat a warm home with a wife and kids.
No matter how marvelous the Thirty-Six Transformations were, I could just turn into a big, dark-skinned man and apply for a job at Gao Village.
Sun Wukong said I was burdened by bad karma? I promptly handed him my “Five-Year Development Plan for Gao Village and Report on the Ideological Reform of Comrade Zhu Ganglie.”
When the pilgrimage party passed by and saw the village’s granaries brimming with grain and everyone living in harmony, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven fell into deep thought.
Bima Wen, go on your pilgrimage; Marshal Tianpeng, come be my live-in son-in-law.
This outrageous wealth and easy life? This old pig will enjoy them first!
