Looking at the latest calamity that appeared, the Golden Hair Lion slowly closed the Calamity Book in his hand, a deep smile spreading across his face.
Remember the time when Bodhisattva Guanyin, then Maitreya Buddha, and even Vidyaraja Kongxuan personally got involved? They were all incredibly busy because of the eighty-one calamities of the Journey to the West for Scriptures, weren't they?
In the end, every single one of them ended up with a miserable fate.
Guanyin fell into demon possession, Maitreya Buddha met his demise, and even Kongxuan, who was hailed as the strongest quasi-saint, almost died and is now in seclusion recovering...
But when it comes to me? Except for the beginning, when I followed the instructions of Xuanzang—no, the Sandalwood Merit Buddha—and acted out a few plays, the recent few calamities I've completely watched as a bystander.
There wasn't anything I needed to do; each calamity resolved itself one by one.
