After transmigrating as Tang Sanzang, who had cultivated for ten lifetimes, he awakened the Primordial Undying Vicious Bone.
Looking at the elaborate pilgrimage chessboard laid out by the gods and buddhas across the heavens, Xuanzang smiled.
Merit? Schemes? Be a dog for the gods and buddhas?
On this eighty-one-thousand-mile journey, this monk had only three things to do: lay down the rules, wreck the place, and send his enemies to the next life by force!
With his Nine-Ring Monk’s Staff in hand, he cracked great demons over the head;
Clad in his Brocade Kasaya, he plundered the mountain strongholds of all eighty-one trials!
The perilous pilgrimage, once marked by bloodshed at every turn, was transformed by this monk into a nightmare for every god and buddha in the heavens.
Sun Wukong: “Master, put down that iron staff... When I wreaked havoc in Heaven, I wasn’t half as ruthless as you!”
Demon kings of the eighty-one trials: “Bar the cave shut! That fiend in a kasaya is coming back with a cooking pot again!!”
Bodhisattva Guanyin: “Buddha, please call off your powers! The pilgrimage party hasn’t even reached Spirit Mountain, and he’s nearly wiped out all the demons along the way!”
Buddha Tathagata: “All I did was tell him to go fetch the scriptures... Who taught him to bulldoze everything in his path and flip the table?!”
Opened another book