Dressed as Tang Monk, I overturned the table at the tonsure ceremony.
Buddhism says that I am the reincarnation of the golden cicada, and I should go to the Western Heaven to obtain Buddhist scriptures, go through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties, and achieve enlightenment.
I laughed.
The system gave me a brick, and I smashed the Buddhist arrangement, killed my enemy Liu Hong, and returned to secular life.
Heaven sent Taibai Jinxing to chase me, the Jade Emperor came down to earth to eat my food, and Guanyin sat in front of my stove and refused to leave.
I released Sun Wukong from the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, not to tighten his grip, but to his brothers.
The Bull Demon King carries my luggage, the Canopy Marshal joins the staff through the process, the Black Bear Spirit is seconded to work, and the Yellow Wind Monster competes for temporary workers.
From then on, traveling to the West was not about seeking Buddhist scriptures, but about hunting for Buddha.
The disaster is a project I outsourced, and the monster is a supernumerary part of my expansion.
On this journey westward, I did not take advantage of the common people, but only cleared the chessboard of Heaven and Lingshan.
Nine-nine-eighty-one is difficult?
That's the cause and effect of my tampering with each stroke.
Reader comments
Tang Monk can still be like this, yes, it's been a long time since I found gold in the rice field. Come on, the follow-up can still be this exciting.
Tang Monk can still be like this, yes, it's been a long time since I found gold in the rice field. Come on, the follow-up can still be this exciting.