The humidity dampens his blond strands of hair. Another day passed with works from the “three floating heads,” and the blond priest is tired from all the orders. He heads into a local bar and drinks saké by bottles until two in the morning when the bar closes. He is unfazed by the alcohol and made it home in one piece.
His home is the highest temple in Shangri-La. It’s a place where heaven and earth meets and an unpromising place for old priests to live until the day they die. Everything is always peaceful and he is bored with the place of a “utopia” temple.
“Priest Sanzo!” His assistant calls. “Please, wait up! Where were you this evening?”
“Urasai! Leave me alone, where I go is not your damn business!” Priest Sanzo pushes his assistant away and made it up to his room.
“But… Priest Sanzo… there’s…” Sanzo shuts his door in front of his assistant. The blond curls into his bed.
“Why would the hell would anyone choose a blood thirsty priest as the highest priest of all land? This world makes me sick… hahaha…” He laughs unconsciously at his truth and stripes himself of his robes and the Maten Sutra. Seconds later, he falls asleep in a tight black shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Sanzo gets up to get a drink and notices a gleaming ruby beam while lying down. He tries to focus his vision in the dark, thinking it’s just an illusion. Just when he is sure of himself that he is dreaming, a heavy object comes crashing down on top of him.
(I need arts for Sanzo and Genjo together~~~!!!)
