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!

Eighteenth Lord nodded slightly and said, "It's just his personality..."


Apricot Fairy smiled and said, "It's just acting. If his personality is a bit poor, just bear with it. In a moment, we'll lure him into the room, and you'll listen for my cue when I smash a cup. By then... heh, he'll either comply with us or he'll be utterly disgraced. I know these monks best — reputation is more important to them than life itself."


Eighteenth Lord's eyes shone, thinking it feasible.


Just then, a bald man came over, pushed Eighteenth Lord aside, and leaned close to Apricot Fairy, chuckling, "Fairy, let me introduce myself. I am a monk from the Great Tang of the Eastern Lands, traveling to the Western Paradise to seek the True Scriptures.


This year I'm eighteen, young and strong, with healthy thoughts, never touched a woman in my life, a sturdy and vigorous sole descendant, a pine tree tall and straight — guaranteeing your satisfaction!"


Chapter 116: A Long Heart-to-Heart Talk