Tang Sanzang rubbed his eyes, then tossed down the book in his hand, and picked up another...
The expression on Tang Sanzang's face grew increasingly strange.
Keep flipping!
Out of the five books, every single one made him feel on the verge of collapse.
Because there was nothing unusual about these family records, except for a problem with the direct lineage!
The direct lineage, to his disbelief, uniformly bore the name—Tang Sanzang!
Tang Sanzang turned to Tang Caiyi and asked, "What's going on here? You guys… cough cough, didn't our ancestors know how to pick names? Why are they all called Tang Sanzang?"
Tang Caiyi shook her head and said, "Dad, who am I supposed to ask if you're asking me? Isn't it you who said this is the ancestral rule? No matter how many generations it's passed through, if it's a direct male descendant, he's supposed to be called Tang Sanzang."
