Chen Zhiyuan, a graduate student in the history department, woke up in the Tang Dynasty. Tang Seng had just accepted the apprentice who was causing trouble in the Heavenly Palace. The two masters and apprentices were standing in front of the village after the bloodbath. He relied on his modern first aid skills to save half-dead villagers. Tang Monk said, "The donor is knowledgeable and can record things for me." He was confused and headed westward.
He does not hold a golden hoop or perform somersaults. He only has a book box on his shoulder and a pen in his arms. When others subdue demons, he remembers events; when others worship Buddha, he watches people. When a pair of strange eyes open, the incense of gods and Buddhas, the backers of demons, and the old traces of the remnants of mountains and seas are all invisible.
He originally thought that he was just a scholar reading scriptures, until at the bottom of the Xiliang River and on the Shituo Ridge, the seam that had been sealed for hundreds of millions of years cracked in his blood. It turned out that the Journey to the West and the Classic of Mountains and Seas that he had read all his life were never a storybook, but the path he wanted to take.
