Guanyin's withered yellow willow branches suddenly burst into pieces, and thousands of black thorns pierced into the Bodhisattva's Dharma. In the blood bursting from Sun Wukong's golden hoop, a terrifying scene of a sharing feast on the Lingshan Mountain emerged: Tathagata sitting on the lotus platform tore off Tang Monk's right arm, and what flowed in the section was not blood, but a thick black-gold liquid.
"Idiot! What we learned is not the true scripture at all!" Sun Wukong's fangs protruded, and his blazing eyes shed tears of blood. The golden cudgel suddenly sprouted barbs, stirring the black lotus mist into a vortex, revealing the underground scene of Chang'an City - black lotus stems sprouted from the spines of millions of people.
Zhu Bajie inserted a rake into his Tianling Cap and dug out a skull fragment that shone with Buddha's light: "Chang'e didn't accidentally eat the elixir back then... Under the Guanghan Palace..." Before he could finish his words, a black lotus suddenly bloomed in his left eye, and the nine-tooth rake turned around and stabbed Sha Monk.
The long sword of the white dragon horse splits the void, and the dragon clan's secret technique reflects the abyss of the West Sea: Prince Mo'ang, who is locked in an icicle, is covered with black lotuses, and each petal reflects the smiling face of Monk Tang when he was studying for scriptures. The Milky Way rolls down, and the Jade Emperor's twelve crowns emerge from the water. Each string of jade beads contains a struggling clone of Sun Wukong.
The Ananda relic on the Zen staff of the Faceless Monk suddenly said: "Golden Chanzi, haven't you discovered it yet?" The voice was actually the Tathagata's decree, "What you have reincarnated in the tenth life is not sentient beings, but the nourishment you poured for the Black Lotus with your own hands..."
