Cang Yuan transmigrated into the primordial world and became one of its oldest living beings. He survived several great calamities.
He thought he could finally rest easy, but then he discovered that his disciples actually wanted to take part in the great calamity of the Journey to the West.
He had no choice but to let them follow Heaven's will. If they happened to meet the monk from the Eastern Land, they could give him a little trouble and then let him go.
But who could have expected...
That every one of his disciples had an extraordinary identity?
The Black Bear Spirit boasted arrogantly, “Hey, you monkey demon! I'm taking that kasaya. Even Guanyin can't stop me, and I mean it!”
After one obedient bird descended the mountain, it actually ran off to Lion Camel Ridge and proclaimed grandly, “At the peak of immortality, I rule the world. Where there is my Great Roc, there is Heaven!”
The Journey to the West was thrown into utter chaos!
The Buddha stared in confusion. “Why are these Eighty-One Tribulations so difficult? What happened to Buddhism's promised rise?”
Cang Yuan: “It's over. My disciples are so brazen that even I can't keep a low profile anymore!”
