Tang Sanzang, who traveled through ten generations of cultivation, awakened the immortal and evil bones of the ancient world.
Xuanzang smiled as he looked at the carefully choreographed chess game filled with gods and Buddhas.
Merit? Calculating? Being a dog for gods and Buddhas?
This poor monk has only done three things during these thousand miles: establishing rules, breaking up things, and being physically saved!
Holding a nine-ringed tin staff, he specializes in striking the Great Demon Heavenly Spirit Cap;
Wearing a brocade cassock, he ransacked the Eighty-one Difficult Mountain Gate!
What used to be a bloody journey to seek Buddhist scriptures was suddenly led by this monk into a nightmare filled with gods and Buddhas——
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Sun Wukong: "Master, put down the iron staff... When I, the old Sun, caused trouble in the Heavenly Palace, I was not as sinister as you!"
Eighty-one Difficult Demon King: "Weld the cave door shut quickly! That fierce god in cassock is here again with a pot!!"
Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva: "Buddha, hurry up and collect your magical powers! The Buddhist scripture-seeking team hasn't reached Lingshan yet, and the demons on the road are about to be exterminated by him!"
Tathagata Buddha: "I just asked him to go get Buddhist scriptures... Who taught him to push and overturn the table all the way?!"
