During the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, Gou Huanxi, a doctor, applied herbal medicine to an injured monk by the Tongtian River. Before leaving, the monk gave him a piece of dry food as a thank you gift. The dry food was stained with the monk's own blood. He ate. Then he ceases to grow old. Because that old monk's name is Xuanzang.
Thirteen hundred years later, Sun Wukong came to the door and took out a yellowed insurance policy from his ear. Tang Monk bought a "physical insurance" before taking the sutra, and the blood left the body and automatically paid for immortality. The six-eared macaque secretly added a clause, and the beneficiaries were randomly generated. "Randomly" on his head.
The policy has now expired. The life you owe must be repaid.
Thirty-six drops of Tang Monk's blood were distributed along the fourteen-year journey of obtaining Buddhist scriptures. From the Blood Stone Empress Temple to the Internet-famous milk tea shop, from the mahogany furniture factory to the century-old soup steamed bun shop, every drop of blood has transformed life into something you can't imagine. Sun Wukong squatted in the passenger seat, Zhu Bajie was detained on the bus while writing an inspection, Monk Sha was full of business plans for Tang Sengxue Oral Liquid, the white dragon horse turned into a business car, and the stereo single "Dare to Ask Where is the Way" was looped.
Thirty day period. One second per year. If it is still unclear, it is dried into bacon.
A doctor who has lived for 1,300 years and whose greatest skill is to run away after rescuing someone is being chased for the first time and said: Stop running away and pay off your debt.
