Journey to the West: I, Tang Monk, Hold a Gun and Fight Against the Way of Heaven.

In the year of Zhenguan in Chang'an, it rained continuously at night, and the pattering rain wet the ruins of the deserted temple outside the city. I was wearing a plain monk's robe, and the sleeves were swaying slightly in the evening breeze. The straw sandals under my feet ran over the wet bluestone moss marks, and the only sound around me was the rustle of rain falling to the ground. I am Xuanzang. Tomorrow I will go west according to the order and go to Lingshan Mountain to obtain the Mahayana Sutra and bring salvation to all people in the world. The civil and military officials of the entire court, as well as the people of Li, all praised my great virtue and bravery, but I am the only one who knows that what the world sees as supreme merit is nothing more than a planned disaster for me...