Rogue Saint Monk

"Going to get scriptures? Heh, get scriptures my ass."

A monk's lips curled in disdain. Clad in a kasaya, he was fair-skinned and delicate, the very picture of a venerable master to anyone who saw him.

What couldn't be ignored, however, were his current actions. He was squatting by the roadside, taking a dump, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He squinted, puffing clouds of smoke, a look of pure enjoyment on his face. Beside him, a white horse was tethered to a tree.

Going to get scriptures?

A white horse?

His identity was as clear as day. That's right, the renowned eminent monk Tang Sanzang.

However, Tang Sanzang had barely left the Great Tang's borders when he encountered a large tiger. With a roar, the tiger scared him to death.

And his name was Tang Yu.

As fate would have it, he had transmigrated. He was originally a fan of Journey to the West, having read many novels about it. He had been lying in bed at home, enjoying the air conditioning and ice cream while reading a novel. But when he saw that Tang Sanzang and the others had become Buddhas, and that Journey to the West was nothing but a scam, a means for Buddhism and Taoism to fight for destiny, he had gotten so angry he cursed loudly and threw his phone.

But he hadn't noticed that his phone was still connected to the charger. Somehow, it short-circuited, and zapped him right over.

When he woke up again, he found himself transformed into Tang Sanzang.

Along with a damn system that required him to plunder destiny from the Buddhist sect to exchange for all sorts of good things.

This system was a treasure, offering all sorts of elixirs, magical treasures, and cultivation techniques. It even had Primordial Violet Qi, which was crucial for achieving sainthood.

Of course, he could only dream of it now, because he was broke and didn't have that much Destiny Points.

However, the system was quite user-friendly and gave him a beginner's gift package, which was ten thousand Destiny Points. It was probably afraid he would starve to death.

The cigarette in his hand was exchanged for five hundred Destiny Points. After transmigrating, his smoking habit had come along too.

Tossing the cigarette butt aside, he cursed inwardly. This damn world didn't even have toilet paper. He could have exchanged for it from the system, but seeing the price, he decided against it. With the money he'd spent on cigarettes and some food recently, he didn't have much left.

Picking up two small twigs, he gritted his teeth and gave his backside a vigorous wipe.

He sighed, and the system interface appeared before him.

"Host: Tang Yu."

"Cultivation: ..."

"Destiny Points: 5300."

"Magic Treasures: ..."

"Magic Artifacts: ..."

Still too poor. Looking at all the good stuff he couldn't afford.

It was agonizing to see all sorts of wonderful things but be unable to possess them.

The most important thing now was to quickly earn Destiny Points.

Not far ahead, a mountain that towered into the clouds came into view. On the mountain, there was also a Buddhist inscription.

This was probably the Five Finger Mountain. His eldest disciple, Sun Wukong, was trapped beneath it, waiting for him to rescue him.

But he carried a system that plundered destiny.

Rescue? Forget it, big brother, you can just stay trapped down there.

Tang Yu turned his horse around, preparing to go around.

Seeing Tang Yu actually turn around and leave, the Five Directions Guardians, who were responsible for guarding Sun Wukong, were dumbfounded. What was going on? Why did he turn back?

Sun Wukong had seen the scripture-seeker from afar. The Bodhisattva had told him that a scripture-seeker would pass by this way to rescue him from the mountain. She had also instructed him to escort the scripture-seeker on his journey west. But this person ran away. Did he have to remain trapped beneath the mountain?

"Master, Master..." Sun Wukong cried out anxiously.

The Five Directions Guardians had been a little worried at first, but seeing the monkey cry out on his own, they felt relieved. Surely Tang Sanzang couldn't not hear this sound.

But the path of Journey to the West had already been laid out. How could such a thing happen? This left them utterly bewildered.

Tang Yu naturally heard Sun Wukong's cries, but he pretended not to hear, not even looking back, urging the white horse to speed up.

"Ding."

"Host did not rescue Sun Wukong, thereby plundering a small amount of destiny from the Buddhist sect."

"Reward: 100,000 Destiny Points."

"Additionally: This is the host's first completed mission, rewarded with a Human Immortal Cultivation Card. Hint: Using it will allow you to instantly reach the Human Immortal realm."

Tang Yu grinned smugly. Genius, he was a genius! He hadn't expected to earn 100,000 Destiny Points so easily, plus a Human Immortal Cultivation Card. Good stuff, really good stuff.

But then, he suddenly understood.

Sun Wukong was arranged by the Buddhist sect, an indispensable monkey on the journey to the west.

He could even be considered the most crucial part!

Originally, he was supposed to be rescued by him. But by turning his horse around and leaving, he had altered the grand momentum of Journey to the West, thus affecting the destiny of the Buddhist sect.

Therefore, it was through a twist of fate that he had completed the mission.

"Holy Monk, Holy Monk." An old man leaning on a staff appeared before him, blocking his path.

Looking at him, Tang Yu seemed to understand something. It must have been those bastards from the Buddhist Sect causing trouble.

They saw that he hadn't gone to rescue Sun Wukong, so they sent someone over to make him go.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Tang Yu said stiffly. "Also, why are you staring at me? Old man, stare at me again and I'll bash you." As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the staff in his hand, looking as if he was genuinely ready to swing it.

"Uh..." The Earth God was completely baffled. Why was this Tang Sanzang speaking so crudely? He didn't seem like a venerable monk at all.

When Sun Wukong saw Tang Sanzang leave, he impatiently urged the Earth God to chase after him. He had to get himself rescued quickly; he didn't want to be crushed under Five Finger Mountain any longer. How could he give up on the hope he had finally found?

"This holy monk," the Earth God stammered, "this place is Five Finger Mountain..."

"I know, do you have something to say or not? If not, scram." Tang Yu interrupted him directly. Of course I know it's Five Finger Mountain, that's why I chose to take a detour. But looking at the situation now, it seemed he couldn't avoid it.

After all, the Journey to the West was a route they had arranged. There had to be ninety-nine eighty-one tribulations; even one less wouldn't do.

And Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and the others were important figures in the Journey to the West. It was clearly impossible for him to just leave the monkey here and turn back.

The Earth God was so choked up he could barely breathe. Why didn't this Tang Sanzang act like a monk at all? But as long as he brought him back, nothing else would concern him.

"This holy monk, at this Five Finger Mountain, there is a stone monkey suppressed beneath the mountain. This monkey possesses immense divine abilities and is the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who wreaked havoc in Heaven five hundred years ago. Due to violating heavenly laws, he was suppressed under the mountain by Tathagata Buddha and has been there for five hundred years."

"Holy monk, your journey to the Western Heaven is long and fraught with peril. The Bodhisattva has indicated that you should take this monkey as your disciple to escort you on your journey west."

The Earth God blurted out the entire story in one go, even claiming it was the Bodhisattva's instruction. He figured Tang Sanzang would definitely go back. However, Tang Sanzang didn't move at all; he just stared at him.

"Holy monk, why are you looking at this old man?"