Da Qin: I Picked up a Monk, and He Turned Out to Be Tang Monk

[Slower pace] + [Slight fantasy] Su Xian is dead. A box of air conditioners dropped from the sky, sending away this salted fish who just wanted to open a tuck shop and lie down until he was old while drinking ice tea with the air conditioner blowing on. When he opened his eyes again, he was floating in a gray mist. He casually picked up a monk who was also floating as a companion, and after chatting for a while, he realized - Good guy, this bald donkey opened his mouth with "poor monk" and closed his mouth with "my disciple Sun Wukong", but he was actually Tang Monk? ! What's even more outrageous is yet to come. As soon as the gray fog dissipated, the two of them fell directly in front of a dark motorcade. The horse is driven by an ebony horse, with six horses as a shaft, a forest of soldiers, and a long sword "swish" on the neck. Everyone in Su Xian was confused: Where did this come from for me? The guard sneered: "This is Da Qin. We are the emperor's convoy on the eastward tour." Da Qin. Eastern tour. Emperor. Su Xian felt a chill on his neck - he clearly remembered that it was written in the history books that this emperor of all ages was about to die on this eastward tour. And he was a helpless delivery boy, but in his arms was a talkative Tang Monk who was obsessed with "saving all sentient beings" and catching anyone he could lecture on... Su Xian was about to cry but had no tears: I just want to lie down. Who can tell me, between this living ancestor and this eternal emperor, which one should I deal with first?