A series of eyes swept over those smooth lotus terraces.
There is curiosity and scrutiny, but more importantly, there is an unabashed indifference with a sense of distance, and even a trace of imperceptible disdain.
It seems to be asking: How can such a few losers be worthy of setting foot in the pure land of Lingshan?
Zhu Bajie was made uncomfortable by the glare. He subconsciously shrank his dirt-covered neck, nudged Tang Monk in front of him with his elbow, and lowered his broken gong voice:
"Master, take a look, this... These great Bodhisattvas at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, why are they doing this thing of 'dog eyes looking down on others'?"
Sun Wukong spat: "Bah! In this world, there is no real Buddha, they are all fake Buddhas wearing masks!"
