An Internet Cafe Owner's Guide to Reducing Blood Pressure on Your Journey to the West

When Luo Lan was working all night to sort out old hosts in her Internet cafe, which was on the verge of closing down, the entire Internet cafe was engulfed by a bizarre golden light and crashed into the ravine of Hezhou, Xiniu. Now, there are tigers that can speak human language wandering outside his "new store", and there are gods with sleeves longer than the entire Internet cafe floating in the clouds. The only customer is a verbose monk who claims to "go to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures" and insists on borrowing his computer to check the route map. To make matters worse, he found that his Internet cafe had become the only "spiritual signal tower" in the world, and all kinds of demon kings, gods, and Buddhas wanted to take possession of this strange "magic weapon." In order to keep this "ancestral inheritance" brought by time travel, Luo Lan had to roll up her sleeves and use modern thinking to reduce the pressure in this world where gods fight. "Wukong, put your stick away. If you poke the ceiling, you will have to pay for it!" "Elder Pig, please don't wipe your rake on the keyboard!" "And the Bull Demon King who's queuing up outside—you need an ID card to go online, but the Monster ID card doesn't work!"