By the pool of merit, the golden hoop was broken.
Sun Wukong, who became a Buddha, touched the remaining Buddha seal on his forehead, and a memory that had been sealed for five hundred years exploded - on a moonlit night at Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai, the seventy-two soul lamps were extinguished one after another, and Patriarch Bodhi sighed in his last breath before leaving: "Heaven wants puppets, Lingshan wants incense... Wukong, run away!"
