“At the Great Thunderclap Monastery, I remember the past. I was once the monkey pinned beneath Five Elements Mountain, imprisoned by the Golden Hoop Spell. But today…”
Wukong’s roar rang across heaven and earth, battering the Pure Land like a thunderstorm. The lotus pedestal beneath his feet kept crumbling, and thousands of rays of golden light shattered into fragments that filled the sky.
The Buddha Tathagata slowly opened his eyes. A sigh seemed to veil his boundless authority. “Sun Wukong, you’ve taken recklessness to the extreme. Why destroy this beautiful land?”
“Destroy it? Ha, I’m saving it!”
