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 four old men perked up upon hearing this, their eyes gleaming as they looked at Tang Sanzang, ready to pick him apart and slap his words back in his face.


Touching his chin, Tang Sanzang looked around, then gazed up at the sky, and an inspiration struck him:


Yet the Great Way existed before even Pan Gu's start.


The Great Way's child knows not of counting,


I'll teach the Great Way how to count to three!"


The four old men almost spat out a mouthful of old blood!


They each had lived just over a thousand years, and when writing poetry, they would slightly boast, claiming to have lived for over a thousand years, maybe a few thousand at most. Even that made them blush and feel embarrassed.


But now, this baldy opens his mouth and immediately appoints himself as the teacher of the Great Way!


This brag of his had shot straight up to the heavens!


If he was the teacher of the Great Way,


Chapter 115: Chanting Monk!