Three years ago, Tang Xuanzang, who had not yet become a Buddha, got a tattoo on his back because of a fever. That night, he was hit by a truck and flew twenty meters away. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the beginning of chaos on the eve of the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation, and the system was turned into scrap metal by purple-black thunder.
In the hinterland of the mountains, a small courtyard was built for three years to grow grain, raise chickens and fish, until an unusual smell broke the tranquility of the mountains.
