Journey to the West: I Opened a Tavern in Chang'an

Chen Jian, a social worker, died suddenly while working overtime and woke up as a nearly bankrupt tavern owner in Chang'an West City. I originally wanted to be a salted fish shopkeeper, eating and waiting to die, but one day a strange man came to the shop - a monk, talkative, no money in his pocket, and followed by a monkey with a loud mouth. The monkey stared at the wine flag for a long time, then suddenly said: "Your sign is not as long as my grandson's stick." The rag in Chen Jian's hand fell to the ground. He thought he had just traveled through time, but unexpectedly, he had traveled directly into the Journey to the West scene. I wanted to stay alone, but I was sucked into the maelstrom of gods, Buddhas and demons. Sun Wukong asked him: "As a mortal, you are not afraid of death?" Chen Jian thought for a moment and pointed to the freshly baked Hu Pancakes: "Would you like to try it? It's freshly baked and served while it's hot." Gods and Buddhas all over the sky are fighting, just for those few scriptures and a few lists of gods. Chen Jian sat behind the counter, dialing the abacus slowly—— Let's fight, let's fight. Anyway, after you finish the fight, you have to come to my place for a drink. But slowly he discovered that this journey to the west seemed to be like what was written in the book... Not quite the same.