Yimeng Huangliang

“Great Saint, why did you follow that thieving baldy to rob the sacred mountain?”
“Ah, it’s a long story. Back then, that thieving baldy grabbed my neck and asked me, ‘Are you coming with me to the Western Heaven, or should I send you to the Western Heaven...’”
“What about you, Marshal Tianpeng?”
“He said he was afraid of getting hungry on the way to the West, so he brought some dry rations along.”
“...”
This is a story filled with joy, scheming, and relentless teasing all the way through.

Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

The abbot downstairs was scared witless, then knelt on the ground and worshipped, saying, "The mercy of the Buddha!"


Tang Sanzang, however, turned to look at Bumpity Ba...


Tang Sanzang clenched his fist and stepped forward, as Bumpity Ba cried, his mouth opening a few times but not knowing what to say.


Just when he thought he was surely dead, a gust of wind blew past. Tang Sanzang shivered and his eyes gradually cleared up. Then he scratched his bald head and asked, "Uh...where did that fish go?"


On hearing this, everyone's heart filled with wails, "Damn, so this guy just blacked out from drinking..."


Quietly mourning Bumpity Ba for two seconds, Sun Wukong said, "Master, that fish sought its own end, but it knew who stole the Shariputras."


Chapter 108: The Nine-Headed Consort