This is a story about Tang Seng. Everyone knows that Tang Seng is going to the West to do something. He has three apprentices. The eldest son has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and is agile and clever; the second son is fat, bloated and lustful; the third son is a simple and honest person. Just when they were about to go back after taking the sutra, Monk Tang calmly said with a cup of chrysanthemum tea: I am pregnant.
So, the situation changes, whose child is it?
I just want to make Raven. . . It's just a prank. . .
Master Chengen, please forgive me for borrowing your novel to make a joke this time. . .