There's Something Wrong with My Three Apprentices and That Horse.

My name is Tang Sanyan, and I have been ordered to go west. The eldest disciple is a monkey who has been under pressure for five hundred years. He always looks at me as if he is weighing a set of old armor. The second apprentice was a canopy who claimed to have been born into a pig by mistake. When he was drunk, he often muttered, "The roller-curtain general broke the lamp again." The third apprentice was the quietest, silently carrying the luggage, but the skull necklace hanging at the bottom of the quicksand river looked exactly like my nine previous lives. Even the white dragon horse, under its gentle eyes, would occasionally flash a faint, almost compassionate dragon-like vertical pupil when it glanced at me. Until the Daughter Kingdom, what the king longed for was not me, but the void behind me. He asked in a trembling voice: "Master Jin Chan, are you finally returning to your throne?"