Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

"Senior Brother, what happened to you!"


With Shu Guan's heart-wrenching cry that echoed throughout Shanyi Temple, Mavis, who was still at the temple, and Rui Jianqiao, who was practicing her sword skills under a waterfall, quickly appeared in the pavilion.


Then they saw the pieces of torn newspaper all over the ground, a golden-furred monkey squatting on the stone table, clumsily peeling a banana. In the end, it impatiently shoved the banana, peel and all, into its mouth.


Junior Brother was standing beside it, looking at a loss.


Mu Yao gave a bitter smile. His reaction had been the same when he first encountered this situation.


He comforted Shu Guan with these words.


"Every ten or several decades, Senior Brother will suddenly revert to a monkey-like state. Apart from a significant decline in intelligence, there's nothing unusual about him."


Chapter 72: One Palm Scripture