Wukong is reborn in the world of Journey to the West and obtains an Emotion System.
Wukong: “I respect you, so I call you Master. If I didn't respect you, you'd just be some old geezer!”
Tang Seng's face turns livid. He clasps his hands together, ready to chant the tightening spell.
Ding! [Strength +1 +1 +1.]
Wukong: “Bajie, you're a live-in son-in-law, and the worst part is that even they don't want you.”
“You worked for someone else for years, built up their estate, and then got kicked out as soon as they made it big. Master, please punish him.”
Bajie is reduced to tears.
Ding! [Strength +1 +1 +1 +1.]
Tang Seng is furious. He draws a smiley face on a rock and says to Wukong, “Your mother smiled.”
Wukong: “You think I've been giving you too much respect?”
Tathagata: “How far have the four master and disciples gotten?”
Guanyin: “Buddha, look. They're bickering again.”
Tathagata: “Weren't they from the Eastern Land? Why do they sound like they're from the Northeast?”
“Tell them to stop coming. I'll send them the scriptures.”
Jade Emperor: “How far have the four master and disciples gotten?”
Taibai Jinxing: “Those few are busy lighting a fire and cooking.”
The great demons they meet along the way are driven to madness.
Wukong travels west. When he finally reaches the Western Heaven, he raises his staff and brings it down on Tathagata. “You bald old monk, prepare to die!”
“Other people spend thirty years paying off a mortgage and at least end up with a house. I was pinned under a mountain for five hundred years, and all I got was a tightening spell.”
Haha, the Soul Penetration was directly taken away by Sun Wukong, don't push this thing to me 🤮
Awesome, those mounts are monsters in the lower world. It's Haotian who is beating up their master. It's so awesome.
It's so beautiful and funny. This drama is just like the Legend of Zhen Huan
Nonsense,
Don't push it to me next time
Isn't this the 26th version of Journey to the West?
It looks good, but it's discontinued.
Mark it,
Kids, run!
It's hard to describe in one word. . . . . . What the hell. . . .