Lin Yan transmigrated and became the last abbot of a dilapidated Taoist temple.
Three headless stone statues, a leaky, ruined hall, and a golden pill gifted by the System. Eat it and ascend straight to Heavenly Immortalhood, with no cultivation, tribulation, or bottlenecks required.
But the System also said this: from now on, the only way to level up is to take merit from the Buddhist sect.
The pilgrimage to the West? A tribulation fabricated by the Buddhist sect. Chen Guangrui’s crossing of the river? An assassination plot arranged by the Buddhist sect. Tang Sanzang’s tragic backstory? All just a scripted act.
Lin Yan couldn’t be bothered to reason with the Buddhist sect. He broke their tribulations, stole their opportunities, and seized their merit. Anyone who got in his way got beaten. Every time the Buddhist sect set up a tribulation, he stole its merit.
The Journey to the West hadn’t even officially begun, and Mount Lingshan had already lost so much it had shut itself away in despair.
Tathagata: What on earth is this kid’s background?
Lin Yan: Don’t ask. Just know I’m with the Three Pure Ones.
I really like it. The rhythm, outlook, and writing are all good.