"Mother, who is Tang Sanzang? And what are the eighty-one difficulties?" Little Meat Bun lifted two little paws, one hand showing a little pinky finger and the other making an eight. His mother had taught him the numbers within ten.
"Ah, Tang Sanzang. He's quite a legendary character. As for the eighty-one difficulties, that's an even longer story that's quite a pain for mothers. I'll tell you slowly when I'm free," Gu Changsheng patted his son's little head with a touch of melancholy.
Good Lord! Her experiences were so damn similar to Tang Sanzang's.
Isn't there a saying about the monsters in Journey to the West, "Those with a backstory were taken away, those without were beaten to death by the monkey's random bashing."
Since she arrived here, one troublesome figure with a backstory indeed left, while those without were decisively dealt with by her fierce actions.
How strikingly similar this shoddy plot was.
