Here Comes the Great Sage

On the day of the Buddhist scriptures, Zhen Wukong died. The six-eared macaque pierced his lute bone with a stick and said with a smile, I will take your place in the Buddha's seat. Tathagata watched from above without saying a word. When Wukong opened his eyes again, his soul traveled to a ghost place called Penglaizhou. This place is extremely poor, with 90% of its spiritual veins depleted. The strongest monk on the island, who is in the divine stage, cannot even defeat an elder from a third-rate sect on the mainland. What's even more terrible is that the resources, secret realms, and ascension channels of the entire Yanxia Realm are all controlled by seventeen foreign agents of the Kingdom of God. The honorary warriors of the Great Sun Kingdom, the universal priests of the Nirvana Sanctuary, and the elegant swordsmen of the Gallic Divine Court—these bastards treat the Yanxia Realm as a pigsty and feel that the local monks should kneel down. No one knows who this little foundation-building cultivator who only knows how to hit people with a stick is. No one knew that behind him stood an old man who had been suppressed for ten thousand years. That old guy's name was Bodhi. Back then, he was fighting against the Seventeen Kingdoms Divine Alliance by himself, but he didn't lose. "Monkeys," said Bodhi, "it's been ten thousand years. It's time for them to spit it out." Wukong stood up holding the stick. Fight from Penglai to the mainland, fight from the mainland to the spirit world, and break into the divine alliance's lair from the spirit world. He does not call him a Buddha or a saint. He just wanted to tell those outside gods This stick is called rules.