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!

As seen from the other person's viewpoint, he had somehow been transformed into an old rogue...


The elder continued, "Holy monk, this is truly just a misunderstanding."


Tang Sanzang chuckled, "A misunderstanding? The weather is clearly foggy and messy, where on earth is it clear moon and sparse stars, light wind and scattered clouds?"


After speaking, Tang Sanzang looked up and was immediately stunned.


Indeed, the clouds in the sky had dispersed, a bright moon hung high, and stars dotted the sky...


Looking in front of him, the ground was covered with peach blossoms, eyes filled with green bamboo, and a few thatched cottages with five or six oil lamps glowing.


A pond mirrored the firmament, moonlight like gauze amid the croaking of frogs.


The scene was truly filled with poetry...


While Tang Sanzang was enjoying the scenery, a burst of people's laughter came from the distance.


Soon someone exclaimed, "The Eighteen Jing Jie has invited the holy monk!"


Chapter 114 Reciting Poems and Making Rhymes